Distracted

It was just a summer fling but she couldn't stop thinking about him.  No matter how she attempted to busy herself with her schoolwork, his hands and hot breath would creep back into her mind.  Even painting, something that almost always worked to clear her head, couldn't keep her thoughts from the color of his eyes and how they would brighten with his smile.  It was her who ended things, right? Had she possibly made the wrong choice?

The image of April lingered in her mind.  It was so clear she wanted him by the way the she would go out of her way to be near him and seemed to find just about anything to brush up against him.  He wouldn't go for her would he?  She couldn't deny April's beauty or her charm.  Her tiny frame always flattered by the cutest dresses and her cheery disposition tended to make the most stoic of men smile and go on a limb for her.  She was also impossible to hate.  For all her beauty and poise, she was always sincere in her compliments and encouraging of everyone's endeavors.

Despite how much she actually liked April, the idea of her with him cause her stomach to clench.  Would she still feel this way if she didn't feel so threatened? There's always a threat even if she wasn't aware of it.  When he first expressed his interest in her, she was taken aback.  Was he serious? As far as she was concerned he had been out of her league but they had that connection and she welcomed his presence.  In the end though, she was in school to get the grades.  She hadn't achieved her 3.9 G.P.A by making a ton of friends and hanging out with boys.  It was best for her to end things so she could refocus.  He would be bored by her lifestyle anyway.

Still, she couldn't deny how is eyes would linger on her when they past and she knew he was thinking about the way they felt together.  He still wanted her as much as she wanted him but what could she do?  Could she handle him and school?  Again, she turned back to her books but she could bring herself to care.  Suddenly, her phone lit up and she felt the table vibrate as she received a text message.  Unable to control herself, she flushed and her heart began to race.  Picking up her phone she read, "what are you doing?"  Once more she looked back at her books, but she knew in her heart that she wouldn't be able to get anything done so she picked up the phone to dial his number.