I was still 18 although some time had passed since the last time I was with a guy, Steve. I was out of high school and ready to go to college. It was my first day in school and I was really nervous. My first class was English and I was very nervous. I arrived about 45 minutes before the class started just in case I got lost in the unfamiliar campus. I made it to my classroom without a problem, and decided that 40 minutes to kill would be really bad; after about 10mins of arriving somebody else approached. It was a guy; tall, with long shaggy wavy blonde hair, ice blue eyes and in shaped. At the time I was still too nervous to find him attractive. He looked around; looking lost, and he asked me if I knew where the English class was and if he was late. He handed me his home-printed schedule and I realized that not only did we have the same English class; but we also had 2 more classes together. I told him that he was in the right place but not at the right time he tough he’d missed his first class and I chuckled at his expression. I told him that he was early instead of late, and that I was having the same problem. We chatted until class started and I found out that he had just moved from northern to southern Cali; he had about no friends here and was even more nervous than I was. I told him not to worry about the whole friend thing because the people of southern Cali are very friendly. He smiled and said, “I guess, you seem friendly!” I laughed and then it was time to go to class. We sat next to each other and when class was over he needed help to find his next class, that’s when I told him we had more classes together. He got really excited about this but quickly noticed and tried to hide it. He told me “I’m glad I’ll at least know one person in my next class and in one of tomorrow’s class” I laughed and we headed to our class.

The following weeks were not as good as the first week. Although we did see each other we didn’t really had time to chat. I was beginning to wonder if he was a loner for he didn’t really talked to anyone. About a month passed by and we still didn’t say more than “Hi, how’s it going?” and “Bye, see you tomorrow”. More time passed and suddenly Midterms were a week away. We had lots of studying to do and Brady seemed really stressed about our English class in particular. I offer to help him if he needed it and he was glad I did cuz he was going to ask me for my help. We made plans to study that day after our last class but something came up and we had to postpone. I gave him my email and my cell phone number in case he needed help before we saw each other. At about 9pm I received a call from a number I didn’t recognize. I picked-up and was very interested to hear a familiar voice yet somehow strange. After he told me who he was I smiled and was glad he could not see my delight from hearing him call me.
He asked: “Do you mind having a study session tonight? Looks like I need the studying faster than I thought.”
I agreed but told him I didn’t really knew of any place were we could study. He offered his house, if I wasn’t to weird out. I accepted and the grin on my face grew wider. I arrived at his house after I showered and got ready for whatever may come. He opened the door and I saw him check me out. I was a little glad about this. He gave me a quick tour of his house and then we moved to his bedroom. A very practical room: one bed, one nightstand, one dresser, a desk and a chair. He moved to the bed and I was a little hesitant to sit in it.