First Game

Up and down, they went while she tied to juggle her books across her chest. Yikes, I had been staring at Brynise's boobs again. What was happening to me? Could I be an unidentified lesbian? I did read somewhere that all women are partly lesbians. This is why they like to stay in packs, even going to the toilet in groups. But quickly the answer slapped me in the face, when my heartbeats accelerated frantically as soon as my glance landed in Dave. He was wearing a sky blue shirt today and it made me think of a bright sunny day at the beach. I just loved the way pastel colours looked good on him. I use to think that such colours, like pale blue, pink, were feminine colours, but he made me change my mind.

Today, we were having class in a new agricultural block at the University. We didn't usually have class there, but the other lecture halls were already booked. I liked the way the building was structured. Okay, what I really liked was the fact that it was usually so dim there. So as to save energy lights were usually off everywhere except the class and hall where classes were held. This meant that the corridors and staircases were usually quite dark. It lent the building a romantic air, like when you have a candlelight dinner. Except that I was sharing this dinner with a whole batch of students.

Gaya had already entered the class and just as I was to follow her, I heard Dave call out my name. Oh, the bliss of it.

'Hey Ash, can you bring your sports equipment and racket this Friday? We can try a game at the gymnasium.'

The only thing I could do was nod and croak a 'yes' before escaping to class. Oh my God! My plan had worked. I was going to be spending some time alone with Dave. He was usually surrounded by his male pals and a certain gal named Kusum. But on Friday, none of them would be there, at least that was what I hoped. We hadn't really talked about that, had we? Well,we haven't really had a discussion about anything. I could count on my fingers the number of words I had actually talked to him.

What was I going to wear? We can't be seductive in sportswear or while being sweaty. It's not like being an instagram model where you wear an alluring sports bra and shorts to pose for the camera. First of all, such an outfit will be frowned upon, and then I don't see how I could stay fresh after playing badminton for an hour. Never mind, I had till Friday to think of something.

It was still Wednesday, how was I going to remain patient and calm? Be still, my heart. It's only a game, not a date.