This isn't a love story... I need to say that much before Ibegin this account of the life of Princeton. So maybe there are some elements of this story that are synonymous withthat of a love story. Also this may ormay not be a true story... So let's begin...
"Bye Mom, I'll be sure and call you back after my firstclass on Monday," said Princeton to his mother as she pulled away. He had finally made it to college, now hewondered if he would have what it took to stay here. Princeton scurried back upstairs to his dormroom numbered "308." His dorm room wassuite styled with a bathroom that would be shared with 2 other people in theconjoining other room. The roomsweren't terribly large but Princeton was just too excited about the wholecollege experience to even care. Besidesthis was how he thought college dorm rooms were supposed to be likeanyway.
Princeton was 19 and stood at 6' 193 lbs. He was African American with milk chocolatecolored skin. He wasn't necessarily fat,he just had a little tummy that with an intense week at the gym he could easilyknock out. The abs in him were justdying to be seen. He had kind of curlyblack hair. He had a slight runner's build, so he had some impressivelegs. People had always complimentedhim on his legs for as long as he could remember. It probably had something to do with all therunning. He had really nice calves thatweren't overly muscley nor were they overly hairy.
His roommate Thomas was a pudgy 23 year old. He was just your generic Caucasian Americanstanding at 5'9" with dark brown hair with a few premature gray hairs sprinkledthroughout his head. He didn't reallytalk much. He was a big gamer from whatPrinceton had observed of him. Princetonbrought a partition from home to give each person some form of privacy in theroom.
Princeton came back to his room and started gettingeverything sorted into it's new home. Hefinally his side of the room in a suitable position. Princeton decided he would like to go walkabout the complex to see if he might find someone new to talk to. Princeton was not from Porter, Tennesseewhich is where his new college was located. So friends were very high on his list of priorities. So he grabbed his key and his prized KitmouthHigh School glass water bottle and set out to meet some people.
"Catch you later Tom" said Princeton to his roommate. He proceeds out the door and walks out and isknocked of his feet by what seemed like a wall moving towards him then pasthim. This collision with whatever wasenough to knock his keys and his water bottle out of his hands. It was almost like everything was happeningin slow motion, Princeton falling, the bottle flying through the air. It was as though Princeton just couldn'tprocess what was happening
CRASH!!! THUD!! That was the sound of the bottle andPrinceton hitting the ground. Looking upnow could see clearly that this wall that have knocked him over was a young manstanding at What he thought must have been 6'3" probably 216 lbs of puremuscle. As the man ran past he glancedover at who he just knocked over and kept on running not skipping a step. Princeton got a glimpse of the guy's coolgrayish green eyes. "Watch Yourself Freshman," 2 more guys followed in pursuitof the guy. Obviously they were allfriends racing through the halls.
Princeton now took in his surrounding and looked around tosee where his bottle had landed. It wasjust feet from him in a shattered mess on the floor, water was everywhere. A few people came out of their rooms to seewhat all the commotion was.
"Are you okay buddy?" said a voice from beside him. "I'll be fine I guess. I wish I could say thesame for my water bottle." As he looked over at the shattered mess. The stranger extended a hand to help himup. Princeton accepted the hand to riseto his feet.
"My name is Tai" said the stranger.
"I'm Princeton, but most people just call me Prince."
"Well nice to meet you Princeton or Prince. You have to watch out for the athletes inthis place. They think they own theplace. That guy that just tackled youwas our star quarterback, "Wentworth." He's a rich kid whose parents bought himinto this school. Those two followingare also his teammates or goon squad as I like to call them. He's a total dick to everyone that isn'tapart of his crew. "
"He had some really beautiful eyes from what I caught of himin his sprint past me"
"Woo don't fall under the spell of those eyes of his. That's the only thing nice about him, he is aterrible spoiled rich prick. Also don'tlet him catch you saying that he will haze you like you're part of a frat."
Princeton heard everything Tai was saying but he couldn'tstop thinking about those eyes. When hehad his next moment alone with his phone he found the guy on the school sportspage. There he was. Now he could see the total package. He had a buzz cut with small ears. He had a very strong jaw line and animpeccable smile that would blind anyone he comes into contact with. He couldn't be sure what race he was, helooked white, but he also had this exoticness to him. He also had this olive colored skin that wasflawless. He also had these dimples on both sides of his face. Princeton had to admit he was definitelygoing to masturbate to thoughts of this guy for a nice chunk of time.
Princeton was just sitting on his bed thinking of Wentworthwhen he heard a knock at the door. Heran over to open the door since Thomas had disappeared to somewhere. The next thing he knew the person just bargedin. The scent of musk mixed with sometype of soft cologne.
Princeton was starting to wander if maybe he washallucinating, because the person standing here was Wentworth. He was wearing a Black V-neck t-shirt with aletterman jacket. He had on some type ofnecklace with a very curious looking pendant. He was wearing these jeans that did his butt all types of favors. The boy walked in and started messing withstuff on Princeton's desk.
"I'm Went"
"Nice to meet you?" shakily it came out.
"Looks like you don't know how to watch yourself in thehalls. You could get seriously hurt ifyou don't watch yourself out there."
"I need to watch myself? You're the one who tackled me and broke my water bottle."
"Casualty of war? Well I think it was actually your fault. You should have been watching where you were going. "
"Me?! I was mindingmy own business when you and your band of goons decided to take me down. " Princeton said, his blood starting to boil.
Wentworth stood up and walked over to sit beside Princetonon the bed.
"So where is your roommate," questions Princeton.
"I don't know, why do you need to know? Are you going to beat me up now, because I amstanding up to you?"
"Oh no, I like that you actually stand up to me. I'm not used to it, so it's nice. You know what would be even better?"
"I don't know, What?" Princeton said looking over atWentworth who was extremely close to him on the bed.
"You Sucking my dick, Ha ha ha just kidding!" Wentworthjumped up and Princeton could see the outline of the manhood of Wentworth inhis jeans.
Princeton started to break out in a cold sweat. Princeton's mouth was watering just a littlebit. It was a thought that he was thinking, but he knew that was preposterous.
"So you got a name Freshman?", asks Wentworth
"I'm Princeton"
"Nice, I will see youaround I guess. Watch yourself outthere. College can be a scary placePrince", says Wentworth as he walks towards the door.
Wentworth then turns and walks right up to Princeton and isso close that Princeton can feel his breath on his face. He is inches from Princeton's face closingin.
"You want to kiss me don't you?", says Wentworth with adevilish smile.
"Why would I want to do that? Princeton says.
"Just look at me. I've got muscles for days, and don't forget this charming personality ofmine. All the girls want me and you'reno different. Look into these eyes."
Princeton did look into his eyes and they were even morespectacular up close. They were likelittle solar systems with a black hole that could see into your soul. Princeton was determined to not giveWentworth the satisfaction of knowing he thought he was attractive. He couldn't be sure what type of gameWentworth was playing at. So he retreatedback to see what Wentworth would do.
Just then the key jingles in the door. Wentworth jumped back to put some spacebetween the two of them. Thomas enteredthe room without even looking over at them walked past to his side of the roomand put on his headphones and started his Xbox One.
Wentworth seemed very annoyed now. And a look of impatience flashed across hisface.
"You were saying Went?" Princeton asked.
"I have to go" said Wentworth. He rushed to the door and left in a gush ofwind it seemed.
That was very strange. . . Princeton thought tohimself. "Was he coming on to me, or wasthat just some dumb joke.
Whatever it was it was going to give him plenty of materialto masturbate to later on that night.
Later that night Princeton heard a soft knock at thedoor. It was so soft he thought he hadimagined it. He opened the door andthere was no one to be found. He lookedleft and right, but no one was in sight. He was getting ready to close his door when he noticed a glass bottle onthe floor with a note that said, Je Suis Désolé. "Hmm whoever did this knows I'm taking FrenchI guess." He thought to himself. Was itthat Wentworth?
Well That was the first chapter of "Not A LoveStory?..." Send me an email if you likedit at Ichidorsey@yahoo.com I can't wait for you guys to see what happens nextwith Princeton.