BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Tom’s 6:45 a.m. phone alarm blared in his right ear. He grabbed his single pillow and covered his ears with it.
“Dude shut up! 5 more minutes sheesh”, he hollered under the pillow.
The alarm suddenly silent.
“That’s more like it”, Tom said to himself. He laid in his bed and thought about that eerie dream he had the night before. It felt so real, from pinching himself to the feeling of a cold hand on his head, it definitely gave him the heebie-jeebies. He pondered on what could’ve led him to have such a vivid dream, and again, he blamed it on the gas station hot dog that he ate on the road.
“Those shits are bad for you anyway” Tom muttered to himself.
Tom sat up in bed, and heard his phone vibrate. He looked over and seen that his Aunt Des has texted him, wishing him good luck on his first day. She was a real sweet woman. She took you in after your father passed away. Sadly, her husband was in the same car accident that took your dad’s life. It was sort of weird having her raise you, as she was basically a young adult raising a teenager when she got custody. He’d always get asked if she was his girlfriend when they were out in public, because of how much older he looked for his age and how young she looked for hers, and Tom would have to teach his friends a few lessons for checking her out. Des was a bombshell in her own right. She’s done a good job of up keeping her appearance even after her husband died, but the extra pounds that she did get went straight to her breasts. They were already augmented, but they must’ve shot up atleast 3 sizes. Tom would feel conflicted when he’d stare at her breasts, but he figured that it be him rather than somebody that doesn’t care about her.
Tom replied to her text and said, Love U, Miss U, Hope U can visit soon”. Des was a big time manager at the IRS and rarely got work off. Her visiting him would be a miracle.
A few seconds later, Tom’s phone buzzes. It was from Des, saying, “got a few days off later this week, I’ll come up then xoxo”.
“Holy Shit!”, Tom said to himself. Things really seemed to be looking up for him! He then got up from the bed, showered, brushed his teeth, got dressed, and headed for the door. Right before he pulled it open, his stomach growled.
“Dammit I gotta eat”, Tom grumbled. He looked in his barren cupboards just to find and empty box of honey buns. “I knew I shouldn’t have killed these yesterday. I need to get some more”.
As he said that, something caught his eye right before he shut the fridge door. There were two packages of honey buns left in the previously empty box. “Hmmm”, Tom thought to himself, “Guess i must’ve missed em”. He shrugged it off, and headed off to school.
Parking, as expected, was borderline impossible. He paid $280 to park on campus and all of the spots were taken. It was 7:30 and he wanted to hurry to park so he could get to class and get a good seat. He drove around the lot and saw nothing but full spaces. Tom got frustrated and hit his hands on the horn.
“Can i just find one parking spot in this hellhole?!”, he yelled in frustration. Just like that, a spot appeared right in front of him. He looked up and seen the spot, and his eyes widened. “I know for a fact that spot wasn’t there a few seconds ago”, he mumbled to himself. He took the spot, parked, grabbed his backpack and spedwalk toward his class.
On his way to class, he seen all sorts of new faces that he would soon become accustomed to as his time at the university progressed. He seen all sorts of people scattered throughout the campus. He seen a few beautiful ladies along the way too, but most were too far for him to get up close and personal.
However, he did see one woman that was in close enough proximity for him to get a good look at. She was Mexican, and she was looking real good. She was standing next to a sign that said “NEED HELP? ASK ME?”. She was in a blue windbreaker with the university’s logo on it, in a pair of jeans that hugged her curves.
Sweet Jesus her curves, Tom thought to himself. She had wide, round hips and a round ass that drew the attention of other male students that were that “needed help”. She had braces and was relatively flat chested but what she lacked in womanhood up top was definitely compensated up by what her legs were doing.
Under his breath, Tom said,” All i need is to get her number and it would be a wrap”. Just as he finished that thought, they made eye contact, and she walked over to him.
“Hey there, how are you?”, she said confidently
Tom looked at her wide-eyed, and then regain his composure. He thought to himself, “Okay Tom, time to hit the babe with the best pick-up line we’ve got!”
Tom cleared his throat, and said, “ Actually I’m mot doing so well miss”
She said, “Is it anything I can help you with?”
Tom said, “Yeah, I lost my phone number, can I have yours?”.
You’re a fucking dweeb.
That’s the only thing that ran through Tom’s head after he said that. He couldn’t believe that was his brains beat attempt at a pick-up line. He was surely going to die alone someday.
The girl laughed, “Haha, that’s original. Sure, it’s xxx-xxx-xxxxx. I’m Steph. Text me later cutie”.
She winked at him and went back to her post. Tom was utterly dumbfounded. Had his super cheesy pick-up lines worked? He couldn’t believe his good luck as of late. He started thinking about what his subconscious was saying in that dream he had, but dismissed the thought. He put her number into his phone, and caught a glimpse of the time.
7:57 a.m.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna be late!”
Tom ran towards his classroom building.
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