A random story

He wasn’t even talking about physics, did he he ever talk about physics class?? What was the point of even going to physics class for almost two hours a day when half the time the professor talked about his recreational league basketball team? Time stood still as Bryan sat in class and asked himself questions; questions that were loaded and leaded to only one conclusion: the class was a waste of his time and money. But, unfortunately for him, he was a slave to the “they” whom determined necessary for students at the college to have a well-rounded basis in any worthless subject in the world; somthing to do about appreciation. Byran got warm around his neck and ears everytime he thought about the “they” that seemed to do things for the purpose of making his life difficult…and if he imagined that they didn’t do it intentionally, that only made it worse. He was caught thinking “I’m sitting in this classroom trying to appreciate something that I hate because someone somehere has made the decsion for me that it is for the better.” What made it worse was to imagine some smug person driving a German luxury car making more money than he would see in a lifetime thinking that they were doing him a favor by making him take the class. He was getting upset now, he had to calm down and concentrate on something that would get his mind off of the three weeks he had left of this slow and painful punishment. The lecture hall was plain and uncomfortable, a room that looked like it wanted no one to sit inside it and spend time. In reality, Bryan was looking for anything that would keep his eyes from staring at the girl two rows up and one seat to the left.

There was nothing to keep him distracted. The Prof had made his way to the board and was scribbling some diagram that looked as interesting as the walls of the lecture hall. He had an idea of what he was doing, but pretended as if he would let his eyes wonder in pure innocence and curiousness. She was very attractive, even when she dressed down on a day like today. Bryan would remember for days the things she wore, partially because he secretly wanted to, partially because he couldn’t help to remember when he let himself look. “How could tennis shoes be sexy??” he asked himself as he looked her over a time or two as he glanced at the board and tried to copy down notes as to complete the facade of what he was interested in. College sweats…they fit tightly around her thighs and got slightly wider towards her shoes. Nike running shoes, he could see them clearly from where he was sitting, and those tennis socks that are bearly visble in the shoe. No words really made much sense, but somehow in his mind, tennis shoes seemed to be very sexy at the present time.

Her sweats had a wide wasteband, and hung low on her figure as she sat in her seat. A white tank top graced her upper body whick seemed like a work of art. A slender midsection gave way to a perfectly rounded chest and shoulders that revealed a bronze color that covered every peice of skin that was visible on her. Her shouders were defined but womanly in a way that could only be described as exotic. Her hair, which had been down all the time, was tied in a pony tail that let strands of brown hair dance on her shoulders.

She leaned forward, exposing the smalls of her back as her sweatpants seemed to stay put. He was staring, what was he doing?? She turned quickly and checked the time on the wall clock, he quickly made his eyes dart to the board as if he loved physics so much that he was up the night before thinking about it. Was he wrong to look?? Should he have just minded his own business? Was he only thiking he should stop looking because he might get caught, maybe if he got caught checking her out she would be flattered??

“Who knows, who cares?” he thought to himself. He had about ten minutes till class was over anyway. For ten more minutes he would have to struggle with looking or not at the bronze goddess that stood between him and a physics lesson…would the period ever end?