Dear Diary, I'm Completely Lost

The Yale Crowd

Hunter takes us for a quick tour around the campus. Just from the outside. We’re too late to have an official one, because the Welcome Table was until four in the afternoon. It’s now seven. As we go back to the car, Hunter asks mom and dad at which hotel they’re staying.

Mom quickly looks for the booking information and tells him the name. Hunter’s face lights up. “Oh great, you’re not far from campus! And you’re literally staying next to La Casa. There’s a Bachata Social starting right now, you can come check it out, if you want,” he tells them.

My parents share a look, clearly exhausted from the flight. “Oh, I don’t know …” my dad trails off, sending a questioning look towards my mom. I sigh, unable to believe that I’m saying this, but they really do deserve to have some fun.

“Come on, you haven’t danced in forever. You two deserve to have some fun,” I encourage them, earning myself a ‘what do you think you’re doing’ glance from my mom. I have to try really hard not to start laughing at the look on her face.

“Fine,” she suddenly says, turning towards Hunter, who smiles happily. “But we’ll come after you. I need to take a shower first,” she declares.

Hunter and I don’t head directly to the party either. He parks the car by the British Arts Center, then holds my hand as we cross the road to get to his dormitory. The whole street is surrounded by greenery, casting long shadows at this hour. As my eyes fall on the building in the twilight, I almost get an eerie feeling. Like someone is going to jump from behind the corner, baring their fangs at us. Okay, Perrie, chill. You’re in New Haven, not in Forks.

He carries my bag, refusing to give it to me as the car keys jingle in his hand the entire way. We enter the premises through a high metal fence, which is giving off pure gothic vibes. This entire town is giving me such vibes. Couldn’t Yale be found in a little friendlier-looking place? At least it’s warmer than in Hillsboro. Almost like it’s late August, and not September.

“We’re making a stop before we get to my room. I need to return these,” Hunter explains as he leads me down the hallway. I just nod in response, because I’m too busy, trying to get familiar with the labyrinth that the inside of the building is. The slightly dim lightning isn’t helping either. Everything just looks the same, no matter where we turn. I’m admiring Hunter for knowing where he’s going.

The hallways aren’t very busy, but we do meet a few students every now and then. Everyone greets us, which makes me feel a little better about this place. As we stop in front of a door, Hunter knocks on it, smiling at me. He’s still staring at my face as the person inside opens it. I’m the first one to look at him. Er, correction. Her. Look at her.

“Hey, Adams. Finally returning my ride?” she says in greeting, extending her hand in expectation. Hunter turns towards her and smirks. Yes. Smirks. Smirks at this tall, model-like girl, with dark hair, falling towards her waist in soft waves and the most gorgeous blue eyes. She even has freckles, for f**k’s sake.

He drops the keys into her hand. “Hey, Klein. I thought it was Benji’s ride,” he remarks with an eyebrow raised in a teasing way. She rolls her eyes in response and turns to me, extending her hand towards me.

“Jessie. Nice to finally meet you, future Mrs. Adams,” she addresses me. I’m too occupied with her mesmerizing looks to register what Hunter’s just said.

The interaction surprises me so much that I stutter. Uh-huh, I actually stutter, like I’m afraid of this girl or something. “H-Hi. Uh. I wouldn’t know about that, but you can call me Perrie,” I tell her, not knowing where all of this is coming from. Her perfectly pouty lips form the shape of an ‘o’, and she glances at Hunter in a sneaky way.

“Sorry, pal, I think you’ll have to improve in some areas,” she teases him. I look at my boyfriend, whose face looks like he just ran three marathons without stopping for a moment.

Before he’s able to respond, someone shouts from the inside. “Babes, are you getting on Hunter’s nerves again?” he asks, and I notice a British accent in his voice. Then, realization hits me. Oh. That’s Hunter’s friend. The guy he borrowed his car from. And this must be his girlfriend. I suddenly feel stupid about my jealousy. And saying those words. I squeeze my boyfriend’s hand, bad conscience knocking on the door.

“I wouldn’t know about that, but I’m meeting his girlfriend,” she responds in a sing-song voice, smiling at me in a friendly way. I smile back. Okay. I’m starting to like this girl.

In literally less than two seconds, a guy’s head pops out beside her, and he snakes his arm around her waist. “Oh. Future Mrs. Adams, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I can hear Hunter breathing out sharply at his words. “I’m Benjamin, but you can call me Benji. All my friends do,” he greets me, offering me his hand. I shake it, smiling at him.

“Alright, Benji. I’m Perrie,” I introduce myself, then turn towards my boyfriend, who still looks embarrassed as hell. “I didn’t realize you’re already introducing me as your fiancée,” I remark, making him exhale slowly, like he’s trying to calm himself down.

“I’m not. My friends are probably just trying to get back at me for talking about you all the time,” he explains, making my face light up. I glance at the couple, noticing how they high five each other without any shame. I chuckle, then turn back towards Hunter.

“Oh, so you’re saying you’re so obsessed with me, that you can’t even keep your thoughts about me to yourself?” I tease him, putting him in an even worse situation. He breathes in quickly, then tugs at my hand as he pulls me away.

“Okay, we have a social gathering to attend, bye traitors!” he changes the subject, making me chuckle again as I’m basically dragged away from his friends.

But before we turn the corner, I still have enough time to look over my shoulder and wave, saying: “Bye guys, it was nice meeting you!”

“Bye, Perrie, see you around!” Jessie calls out, both of them waving at me. I’m suddenly in a much better mood. And I like this place a little more than ten minutes ago, when I’ve first seen it.

As we walk down another empty hallway, I nudge my boyfriend playfully. “So, future Mrs. Adams, huh?” I remark, making him send me a sideways glare.

“Shut up,” he mumbles in embarrassment, but I have no intention of doing that. Not when his friends just made my day with this revelation. God, I love this guy so much. I really can’t shut up and I’m not even offended that he said that, because I’m too happy about the fact that he misses me so much that he talks about me all the time.

“Uh-uh. You won’t hear the end of this now. So, when did you plan on proposing?” I tease him furthermore, unable to keep that stupid smile off my face. I’m only joking, of course we’re far away from marriage. We haven’t even been officially dating for a year.

Suddenly, I gasp as he grabs me and I find myself pinned against the wall, with his hands resting on each side of my head. I gulp nervously at sight of his heated gaze, thinking that I really must have stepped over the line now.

My bag is lying on the floor, completely forgotten about, while I suddenly find myself at loss for words. Hunter smirks, clearly not embarrassed anymore. “What now? Has the cat gotten your tongue?” he wonders. I open and close my mouth like a fish, still in shock from what he just did. But I have to admit, it also turned me on.

I let out a soft moan, making him chuckle. As he grows a little more serious, he suddenly presses his lips against mine in a needy way, his tongue playing around with mine and I let him. I mean, I’d literally let him take me right here and now, without caring about anyone coming down the hallway. I need him so badly. I haven’t realized it until now.

Soon enough, his hands are cupping my breasts, grabbing my hips and sliding everywhere that I want them to be. I breathe out shakily as he moves his lips to my jaw, makes them travel down my neck and exposes my chest for a moment, so he can suck on the perking centers, making me lose myself in pleasure.

The moment he hears footsteps, he covers me up and picks up my bag. He holds out his hand for me and smirks like nothing happened. I take it, shaken about how easily I let myself forget that we could be seen. And that I still didn’t care about it. “Come, baby. It’s about time we get to my room,” he tells me, winking at me in a flirty way.

I grab his hand and follow him further down the hallway, soon greeting the person whose footsteps we heard a few seconds ago. I can’t help but smile as we walk past them, knowing that the situation could’ve been a little more awkward, if Hunter didn’t move away when he did. He has much more self-control than I do.

Once we stop in front of a door, I can barely keep my hands off him anymore. I shove one under his sweater, playfully running it up and down his torso, before trying to slide it under his jeans. But they’re too tight at the waist and I end up with my hand stuck halfway.

He’s just putting the keys inside the door, chuckling at my endeavors as he tries to unlock it, before it suddenly swings open and reveals a scruffy looking guy. He’s about to greet us, when his eyes jump directly to Hunter’s jeans, with me still trying to get my hand out of there. I pull a little more roughly, hurting my wrist in the process, but I’m too mortified to feel the pain.