Chapter Eighteen
My day went quite weird after I came back from my date. I tried to get back to my normal routine, trying to study the next chapters that were going to be covered in classes but I couldn't. My mind just would not focus. I had already done my homework so I did not have to do that to distract myself. I thought about going to the library but thought better of it. So, I stayed on my bed, lying on it and rethinking everything that happened today.
Was I happy with the events that took place on the first date? Yes. No. I did not know. There were few instances that made me happy and there were few that I did not like. Like, the time he took me to a secluded place, that too with all creepy and weird about it. Granted that his reason outweighed all his creepy behaviour, but still. I shook my head at my thinking. There was nothing wrong when he approached me. I mean how else could he possibly take me there without ruining the surprise? I was just being dramatic.
Shirley's words and warning were getting to me. I need to stop listening to her and stop being so uptight. Otherwise, I will end up being way more cautious than necessary and would miss out this time and this chance. And then I would certainly regret it later. I need to stop overthinking everything.
No matter how the date went. One thing was as clear as day, I was happy.
Happy how all the things went. My stomach fluttered all the time he touched me. It was like I was going sick but without any sickness. His proximity did things to me, things that I cannot explain but feel. My cheeks felt warm from thinking about it now.
I touched my cheeks to check it, and like I expected, they were indeed warm. I was blushing. For no reason at all, I burst out in giggles. I could not describe it but I seemed unable to stop myself from giggling. I grabbed a pillow and buried my face in it, rethinking about the moment in the tunnel way, him kissing me. I had my first kiss. It was crazy.
I still remember his breath in my lungs, his lips on my lips and his hands in my hair. And the fire that burned inside me when he kissed me. I didn't even realise what I was doing when he kissed me. Even now, I have no idea what I did, but all I do know was the fact that it was amazing. It may have been my first kiss but it did not feel like it.
Things could have gone way more than it did, if I let him. Even though I did not know much about making out, I knew by the way he grabbed my thigh firmly and pushed it up, that he was thinking about doing way more than just kissing. Maybe, that was why he took me to an empty tunnel way where nobody could see us.
One thing that I found weird about me was that I took the risk to go with him, and didn't feel guilty. I went into that empty tunnel alone with him. And having his hands on my thigh or the thought of him taking things too far, did not scare me. Hell, for a person who just had her first kiss, I did not even feel shy when I kissed him back. Probably, there was some anxiety but certainly not fear.
Maybe I was more wild than I thought? Or maybe there was something wrong with me. Someone who hardly ever talked to a guy outside of his family, I was surely way more forward then I thought. I hope I can talk to someone about this.
Breaking my train of thoughts, the door of my dorm room opened. I glanced behind to see Shirley walking in.
"Buttercup ... I'm here ..." She said, as she walked over to me, smacked my back playfully to tell me to move aside and make some space for her to sit. I did and she slid in my bed, settling down.
"So, how was your date?" She asked me, taking off her heels and pushing them to the side. I pushed myself into a sitting position and sat down. I grabbed a pillow and pressed my cheek on it. "It was good." I told her. Shirley raised an eyebrow and gave me a probing look. "And ...?" She asked me, trying to implore more from me.
I tried to think about it, trying to contemplate if I should tell everything or not. Finally, I decided whatever. I needed to discuss everything that had happened with someone. I wanted to know what certain things meant. And who would be a better person to discuss it with then Shirley. I would just keep my mouth shut about his name. Hopefully, she would not ask me about it.
"It wasn't just good, it was actually great." I told her, with a little jump of excitement. Shirley smiled at me and gestured for me to continue. So, I told her everything. The movie, the tunnel way, the lunch. I held back the details when I found him creepy and how he asked me creepily to walk outside the exit, with him. Also, the fact that the tunnel was empty and how he did not tell me about it.
Shirley listened to me talk about everything and babble about how exciting things went but she never interrupted. When I finally finished, she clapped her hands once. "Well, good. It seems like you had a great time. So, what now? Are you going to go on another date or something?" She questioned me. Her question made me think.
I shrugged. "I don't know, we will see. But, I am hoping that we continue this thing between us." I told her. Shirley smirked and pinched my cheek. I slapped it off. "My sweet Viri is growing so fast." She said, mocking me. I frowned at her. She laughed once before her face turned serious.
"Well, I am just glad that you listened to all of my advice and did not do anything that could be considered stupid." She said, making me feel guilty in seconds, because I did not follow her advice. In fact, I broke them one by one without thinking twice.
Not to mention, I enjoyed the outcome of going against all of the advice she gave me. Still, I did not regret it. This was the only time I could really live and that can't happen with following her advice. She wouldn't understand my reasoning if I decided to tell her.
"But, you must remember Viri, to always be cautious. Every shining thing isn't gold. Just because a guy is nice to you on the first date doesn't necessarily mean that he is good." She said, the change in her tone made me look up, to see her face. She glanced away as soon as I raised my eyes to her face. Her tone, the way she said it, sounded like she was saying it from her own experience.
I frowned at her cryptic line. "What do you mean by ..."
" ... I'm going to take a bath now. I'm very tired. I had to work for more than eight hours in heel and I feel like a mess. We'll talk about everything else tomorrow." She said, interrupting me in the middle of the sentence. My mind was filled with suspicion with her sudden way of changing the subject. What was she hiding?
I thought about probing her but then thought better against it. I just nodded, giving her a smile. Maybe she was just tired. Being a barista was not an easy thing. And I did not want to push her, if she did not want to share then I would not force her.
Shirley stood up, grabbed a towel from her side of the bed, came to my side and ruffled my hair. "Hey ..." I protested, but she just walked away laughing like an idiot. Her laughing mask could not hide her cryptic behaviour.