Natalie and I had been distant friends for years. We grew up in the same areas and attended the same schools, knowing each other only by name, not who we were or what we did. But there had always been that connection between us. The glances where both of our eyes meet and we seemed to be thinking the same thing, whatever those thoughts were I really wasn’t sure at that stage. As we grew older and more aware of who we were, the looks became longer and the curiosity stronger. Before we knew it we had come to an age where childhood friends went their different ways, whether it be travel, work or pursue a higher education. Good friends sometimes stayed in touch, and merely knowing someone from younger days meant a fleeting nod in the street while passing by.

I decided to attend university. Besides, my close and distant relations were all high achievers and therefore had high expectations of me. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, and I didn’t want to settle for a job flipping burgers for a minimum wage until retirement. My Father was an unhappy, ruthless capitalist, ignoring all ethical boundaries in order to make his wallet as fat as possible, and to make sure my family and I had all the luxuries we wanted while growing up. As much as I didn’t want to become like him, I understood the value of money. But unlike him, I also knew the importance of a rich life in other areas – friends, purpose, direction and fulfilment.

I had always had an interest in people and health, so I enrolled in medical school and tacked on some elective psychology papers. I moved into an apartment down the street from the medical school and began the countdown to the first day of semester.

As I jumped out of bed on the first day, I was excited about the challenge ahead of me. I knew med school was competitive and was ready to kick some nerds’ butt… Only, by the end of the day, my enthusiasm had dwindled somewhat severely. It was apparent to me early on that the lifestyle of a city campus was very dispersed. I had desperately searched the lecture theatre and later the grounds for anyone I might know, without luck. To make things worse I had to pay through the teeth for huge 1500 page text books. I decided to go home and get started on some readings – start as I mean to go on was my plan for success.

The next day I felt refreshed. I realised I had many years of this ahead of me and in that time I would make good friends, besides, I had only spent one day at this place anyway. I walked into the Biomed Sci lecture rather late and saw a spot on the back row in the corner of the theatre. I jogged up the stairs, slid onto the chair and began taking my books out of my bag.

‘Hello Kane,’ said a vaguely familiar voice. I turned to see Natalie smiling at me. Our eyes meet and there was that same, instant attraction we had always felt.

She was a great looking girl. She was 5’7”, had straight blonde hair that fell to halfway down her back, olive skin and bright blue eyes. She had long legs that lead up to a perfectly formed, round butt. She was wearing a low cut white tank top that day which exposed the cleavage of her c-cup breasts.

‘Wow, hey Natalie, long time no see’ I replied, caught off guard. I felt stupid, we had never said that many words to each other ever before, except through our eyes of course.

‘Sure is. I am so glad to see you here,’ she said grinning at me.