April 02, 2006
Rex and I are in his room making out for the first time ever. John Mayer’s playing and I’m thinking the first three weeks of college have not been like a TOTAL waste. We left the party down the hall twenty minutes ago and the first kiss was really magical and I don’t think first kisses are always magical and I don’t think it’s the beer, either. But I don’t know if I want to. I really don’t know if I want to. I mean, is he that special to me? Is he TOO special to me?
He still has his white baseball cap on. I take it off. He goes “Oh, good idea,” and takes the cap, gets up, opens the front door and hangs the cap on the doorknob.
“So my roommate’ll know not to come in.”
“I thought it was supposed to be a sock on the doorknob.”
“No clean socks,” he says, coming back over to the bed.
“They have to be clean?” I ask.
He grins and shrugs. JESUS, he’s cute.
We kiss a bunch more until I stop, then we look into each other’s eyes for like a REALLY long time and he says, “How come you never smile?”
“I smile,” I say, being really careful not to smile.
“If you don’t smile how’m I supposed to know if you like me?”
So hot I can’t help it. I pull him close and sink my teeth into his neck. He only screams once he realizes it’s not a sex thing. The party down the hall is so loud I don’t think anybody notices. He’s a really preppy guy so his blood tastes kind of like the beach. And he’s been drinking so I get a little more drunk.
“WHAT THE FUCK.”
“Don’t freak out, it means I really like you, okay?”
I’ve gotten him a towel from the bathroom. He holds it to his neck even there are like, these enzymes that make the bleeding stop almost instantly.
“OH FUCK. You’re a fucking vampire.”
“Yea…” I try to stroke his face and be really sweet about it but despite the John Mayer I don’t think it’s gonna be romantic in here for a while.
“But…we met in a morning class!”
“So?”
“So how the fuck are you…I thought you couldn’t be out during the daytime!”
“Okay, whoa, time out, that’s a stereotype.” If I were gay or Puerto Rican I could report him to the RA and he’d
have to go to sensitivity training. But I’m just a white vampire girl from Woodmere, Long Island. And besides, it’s not like I’d report him. Like, it might just be the after-bite rush but I’m seriously feeling in love right now. He’s so sweet and vulnerable with that towel on his neck.
(Oh, and if you want to feel what an after-bite rush feels like, drink like fifty caramel macchiatos, take your Uggs off, and run around the block like fifty times.)
“A lot of the stereotypes about us are like, TOTAL lies.”
His eyelids are starting to droop. “Oh shit…this is my roommate’s towel…” His eyes close. He’s asleep. I kiss him on the forehead, turn off John Mayer, grab the towel. Maybe I’ll wash it for him or something. I tiptoe out to the elevator and walk home all giddy. I think about calling Nicole back home but she’s never happy when anything good happens to me, and this is like, the best thing imaginable.
What’ll happen next is he’ll sleep for like twenty-four hours straight, then he’ll wake up ready to be Mr. and Mrs. Hottest Vampire Couple On Campus.