The blonde

Your silent prayer is answered as he calls out "Rebecca" after your name. After he's done with the assigning, all the students move to meet with their partners. You walk up to Rebecca and introduce yourself.

"I know who you are," she says. "I saw you in Gender and Ethnic Studies".

"Did you like what you saw?" you ask teasingly.

"Well...I didn't dislike it," she replies with a slight smirk. "Plus that girl was a know-it-all". You feel a rush, and not an unpleasant one. Thoughts of you thrusting deep into her flitter through your mind. You just released yourself in Samantha's mouth not too long ago, so you don't get too carried away by your daydream. "Which film should we watch?" Rebecca asks you.

"Honestly I wasn't listening to a lot of what he said. I mostly remember that French one, Bedtime for the Bride. Let's watch that." She laughs at this.

"Of course that's the one you'd remember. You're such a guy," she says, rolling her eyes. Still, she can't be seriously annoyed as she agrees to come over to your place and watch it later that evening.

The rest of your classes go by in a blur, and before you know it you're back in your room, waiting for Rebecca to show up. As if summoned by your thought, you hear two knocks at your door.