Chapter 30: Swapping Stories

I whistled blissfully all the way back to my dorm. I didn’t care if people were still sleeping in their respective rooms. And I didn’t care that the small handful of people I passed in the hallway were glaring at me like I was some kind of simple idiot.

I couldn’t hide the grin on my face.

I let myself into my dorm room, greeted by the delicious smell of coffee. Of course Thomas was up.

“Hey man!” I crowed, finding him in the kitchen, devouring a bowl of cereal. I clapped his arm and reached for the coffee.

“Hey.” Thomas answered, eying me suspiciously.

“So, how was your night?” I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.

Thomas gaped at me like I was some sort of idiot. To tell the truth, I was starting to get used to the expression.

“Wait, you’re just getting in now, a full twelve hours after leaving the dance, and you’re asking how my night went?” He demanded.

I smirked. “Okay, so, what do you want to know then?” I asked, leaning against the counter.

“Well, how did it go? What did you guys do when you left?”

“It went great. You have no idea.” I chuckled. “After the dance, we just pretty much went back to her place.”

“And?” Thomas prompted. “Did you?”

“Did I what?” I frowned, feigning confusion.

Thomas rolled his eyes. “Have sex! Dude!”

I laughed. “Yeah, a few times actually…” I smirked hugely.

“A few times? You lucky bastard.”

I shrugged. “Well, it was completely amazing. I mean, everything about it was just… I mean, the other times I’ve done it just… didn’t compare. It was so… good.” I shrugged. “And I think she kind of enjoyed it.”

“You think?”

“I’m willing to bet she really enjoyed it.” I smirked.

“Good for you, man.” Thomas nodded.

“What about you? How did your date go with Gabby?”

“Good, I think. I mean, she’s nowhere near as shallow and vapid as I originally thought she was.” Thomas nodded, pushing his glasses back up on his nose.

“And? Did she put out?” I asked.

“No, no. Nothing like that.” Thomas blushed slightly. “I wasn’t expecting to…”

“Ah, well you’ve got your foot in the door. I mean, she’ll probably be looking at you in a whole different light now.” I shrugged.

“Oh, and she totally kissed me.” Thomas pointed out.

“What? Seriously? It took you this long to tell me!?” I demanded.

Thomas blushed again. “I mean, it wasn’t really a big thing.” He looked down at his feet, his glasses slipping down again. “She thanked me for taking her to the dance, she said I was one of the sweetest guys she’d ever met—whatever that means—then she called me her ‘knight in shining armour’ and before I could say anything, she kissed me.”

“Good job.” I beamed. “We’ll have you as the regular Romeo of this crappy school pretty soon.” I teased.

“Yeah, right.” Thomas said with embarrassment.

“So what are your plans today?” I asked.

“Working on a few papers. You?”

“I’m going to sleep for a bit, then probably work on my paper for Biology.”

“Cool. Do you need help?”

“Are you kidding me? I need help like I need coffee in the mornings.” I smirked, carrying my mug into my bedroom.

I closed my door and changed out of my suit from the night before. I changed into a pair of flannel pyjama pants and shoved open my window. I lit a cigarette and plopped down on my desk chair to smoke.


I was busily typing on my laptop, trying to finish my biology paper. I was desperately trying to finish with the intention of calling Olivia. I had been tempted to call her the seconds I got home from her dorm that morning, but I figured I should wait. There had to be some kind of grace period before you called your girlfriend after a night of awesome sex.

I was working on the last paragraph of my paper, when there was a knock at my door.

“Come in!”

Thomas pushed open the door. “The phone is for you. It’s Olivia.”

“Oh, thanks.” I pushed myself up from the desk and ventured out into the living room. I found the phone sitting on the counter and answered it. “Hello?”

“Hey, Isaac.”

“Hi, Liv.” I grinned hugely. “What’s up?”

“Not much. Just finishing some homework.” She answered, sweetly.

“Me too.” I answered.

“Oh. You’re busy then…” She began, a sad note to her voice.

“What? No way! I’m looking for an excuse to quit, actually.”

She laughed sweetly. “Me too, actually… umm… maybe you could come over. I was going to make dinner, and Gabby went out, so instead of making dinner for myself…”

“That sounds great, actually. I’ll be over in a couple minutes, okay?”

“Perfect. I’ll start dinner, then.”

“See you soon.” I promised.

“I can’t wait.” She laughed softly. “Bye.”

“Bye.” I hung up the phone and went to a quick shower. I snuck in a cigarette and sprayed on some cologne to cover up the smell of smoke and ventured up to Olivia’s dorm. I slipped in behind some girls who were leaving the floor and knocked on Olivia’s dorm room door and smoothed my hair down as I waited for her to answer.

“Hi.” She beamed, opening the door.

“Hey.” I slipped inside. “Cute apron.”

This girl was amazing to me. She was wearing a tight fitting pair of jeans, a pink camisole that was peeking out beneath her zippered hoodie. Her feet were bare, and to top it off she had on a blue apron. Her silky curls were pulled neatly into a ponytail. I swallowed thickly.

She blushed faintly. “Thanks.” She stood on her toes to kiss me.

I caught her face between my hands, returning her kisses.

She gasped softly, pulling back from me.

I looped my arms around her. I kissed her cheek. “What’s wrong?”

“You smoked.” She accused, looking down. Her hands tightened around my wrists, pulling my hands free. She pursed her lips, and slipped away from me, moving into the kitchen.

I sighed. “Liv, does the smoking thing really bother you?”

She nodded. “I’m trying not to let it get to me… but it’s hard… I mean, it’s such a gross habit and I…” She sighed. “I feel like I just licked an ashtray!”

I leaned against the cabinets in the kitchen. “Okay, then if it means that much to you… I’ll quit.”

Olivia stopped opening the oven and shut it before I could even see what she was making us for dinner.

She spun around abruptly. “You would do that?” She asked. “Really?”

I sighed. I should probably quit anyway, I’ve been meaning to do it for some time. And besides, I’d pretty much quit before, I just picked up the habit again recently… If it means that much to you…”

Olivia smiled slowly. “It would… and it would mean a lot to me that you would do something like that for me.”

I nodded. “Okay. At least let me have one last cigarette.”

Olivia nodded slowly. “Yeah, of course.”

I smiled and leaned against the counter in the kitchen, “So, what’s for dinner? Is there anything I can do to help?”

“We’re having vegetarian lasagne and garlic bread.” Olivia smiled. “You could set the table, if you like.”

“Sounds delicious.” I opened the cupboard and removed two plates. I set two places and soon Olivia emerged from the kitchen with the casserole dish. The smell of cooking food made my mouth water and my stomach rumble.

“Wow, that looks great.” I mused, already excited to try it. Even if it didn’t have any meat in it, I was hungry enough to eat it.”

She returned with the garlic bread. “It is. I make the best lasagne.”

“You make the best everything.” I smirked, lightly kissing her.