At the time I could only laugh to hide my discomfort. I was more foolish then, not as open-minded as I am now. My boyfriend did not even deserve to breathe the same air as Asran. I should never have let him utter their name.
Asran didn't remember me when I walked into the classroom. I suppose that's only natural.
I looked different then. But that initial meeting caused me to feel things for Asran, something I once dismissed as curiosity but quickly became something more. I actively searched for them on campus but never could catch anything more than a glance before they disappeared in the library or the dining hall. They meet up with that kid Lucio. He looks just as beautiful, if not more so than Asran. But Lucio wasn't who made my heart pound.
Asran had asked for my name, but I was too drunk to provide it. I had already deemed them attractive enough for me, and I thought I was extremely attractive, even for them. So it came as a surprise when Asran, defending themselves from my attacks of grabbing hands and puckered lips dragged me to my DD and kissed my cheek to say goodnight without anything more. Before this I had been tasked with doing their makeup, a dare suggested by the host of the party. They laughed it off. They were a trooper. I don't think they wanted to be there, but Lucio was partying with a mutual group of friends and Asran had to stay sober.
They sat still as I poked at their face with my friend's makeup. My boyfriend told me someone told him that I was falling over them, couldn't stay up, but they kept me grounded with hands at my waist. My boyfriend only told me that because he didn't like it. I silently thanked him. When they gently told me that I didn't need to do this, and I insisted, they chuckled and continued on. I ruined their makeup. They looked horrendous. But they were nice enough to walk out of the house with it and go home before washing it off. I don't remember much from that night, but I remember the feel of their lips as I brushed on a layer of lipstick with my finger, perhaps for a little too long, and the brief touch of skin against my cheek as they dragged Lucio out the door and me to my friend. They called me Kitten then, just as they called me Kitten just now. And it felt good. I've been called a lot of pet names, but the way it rolled off their tongue made me feel special. Like I belonged to them: and I liked that.
I had made a plan to sit next to them in class, but someone always chose the seat next to them to copy their notes. Today though, I came half an hour early. There they were, snoozing, draped languidly in their chair, deliciously alone. They started at my sudden intrusion but easily chatted with me as I prattled on about this and that. They really didn't remember me. But that's alright, they will now.
I followed them out of the room. They weren't uneasy or uncomfortable at the prying eyes that glanced our way as we moved through the crowd to the library. Rebecca Albright with that freak? An interesting combination, surely, but we are adults. I like meeting new people anyway. I had just enough courage to ask for their number, and I didn't know how to react when they called me Kitten. I tensed. The blush spread across my cheeks, hot blood rushing to the surface. But I didn't think about this; did they call everyone Kitten? I had to know.
I followed them to the library. They and Lucio shared kisses. Kisses that could have been meant for me if I had chosen my friend group better. I wanted those kisses. Somehow I was able to rope a few people into following them, unknowingly. I said I wanted to get a better look at what's outside of campus. The side that they lived on, the east side, was not known for being glitzy. In fact, we called it The Dump.
"Why are we walking here Beck?"
"Actually, I heard from my cousin that there's a really nice coffee shop on this side. Want to go there?" Someone thankfully chimed in.
There were a few mumbles of agreement, so I forged ahead, determined to make Asran Priest mine.
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