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Chapter 1
I hated him with a passion!
I’d maybe talked to him once…there’s something about a guy who thinks he’s God’s gift to women that makes me not find him attractive.
I’m sure I thought he was cute…before he opened his mouth and before I saw him walk with his distinctive “I’m the shit” swagger of his.
But before I launch into my tirade, I guess I should tell you a little about myself.
My name is Kelsey and I’m a freshman in college. I guess I should have realized that I would meet guys like Matt given the size of my college…but still. Don’t guys realize what a turn off it is when they’re so full of themselves? Though I guess it works for Matt because girls are constantly throwing themselves at his feet.
Maybe I shouldn’t judge him so harshly though.I’ve had people tell me I’m a bitch and that I think I’m all that and full of myself (usually when I turn a guy down).
Granted I’m not at all full of myself but still.
I’m not hideous. But I definitely don’t think I’m pretty. I have shoulder length honey colored hair, aqua blue eyes, pale skin, and high cheek bones.
I’m exactly 6 foot and 146 pounds. I measure myself everyday (OCD much?) so I know my exact measurements: 34D-26-34.
I hate being looked at…it makes me feel awkward and like people are making fun of me. I hate being told I’m pretty.
My friends will tell you my response is usually “Go fuck yourself.” I can’t help it; I hate liars!
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Anyways, back to the story…
I hated Matt with a passion, from pretty much the first time I saw him.
We used to have 3 classes together last semester and he’d always stare at me. It drove me insane! I didn’t understand it.
The thing is, Matt is gorgeous (only skin deep of course).
He’s taller than me…probably about 6’2 which is amazing! He has short black hair that’s just long enough to gel into a mini faux hawk.
His eyes are deep brown…kind of like puppy dog eyes (not that I look at them often). They seem to always look mischievous…a little twinkle in them.
His mouth always seems to be in a smirk and his hands are always in his pockets. His arms are well defined and he has absolutely mouth-watering abs.
I don’t remember how I saw them…I think he wore one of those stupid ripped muscle shirts. Ugh.
But before you go getting the idea that I’m attracted to him…let me assure you I’m not. When the year first started I couldn’t stand to even be around him!
In September, as everyone was finally getting comfortable in their new home away from home, one of the guys from the floor below me threw a big party. I decided to go, even though I’m not real big on the party scene.
I decided to wear this cute white collared shirt I had that had rouching around the chest area and a plunging v-neckline. It had crystal buttons starting halfway down my chest but they were just for show. I decided to wear my mini skirt. It ended right below my bum.
My legs are really long…about 3.5 feet so things that would be longer on shorter people are short on me. I swear I really do try and find longer stuff! I decided to straighten my hair and go with dark eye makeup and super glossy lips.
I got a ride from one of my guy friends and we made the 30 minute drive to the house together.
When we got there, the beer pong tables were already set up and people were playing beer pong. There were a lot of people there, close to 70, and most of them I’d never seen before. I’m pretty outgoing once I get to know someone, but I’m pretty shy before that, despite what people say.
I stuck to my guy friend Jeff and we found the hard liquor. I’m German so I have a pretty high tolerance. We had a couple shots and then decided to watch the beer pong games going on.
It was pretty fun, though I’m sure I coulda kicked most of their asses. Not to brag but…I’m pretty amazing at beer pong…go figure.
A girl stumbled over to me and we started talking. Turns out she lived in the room next to me. She was hilarious and very very drunk. So of course she absolutely “loved” me (you know how drunk girls get).
I kinda became her protector. She kept grabbing more beers but she was already sooo drunk so I’d keep taking her beers and drinking them.
I was pretty tipsy myself, but I was looking out for her so I wasn’t really feeling it as much.
I started talking to the guy next to me. He was nice enough. I don’t know how but Matt’s name came up and I don’t know if it was the alcohol or just my pure unadulterated hatred for him, but I blurted out: “Oh my god. That kid is an asshole! What a fucking douche.” To which the guy I was chatting with responded, “Oh? We went to high school together…he’s one of my best friends.”
I turned bright red.
I decided to head up stairs to check out the second floor of the house when who do I see but Matt the Douche.
Of course he was snuggling up with some ho of a girl who probably had more STDs than brain cells. Ugh. As I was glaring away, the guy I had been talking to came up behind me.
“Hey Matt!”
“What’s up Drew?”
Huh…I guess his name was Drew.
“You know Kelsey thinks you’re a major asshole?”
My eyes bugged out, my mouth dropped open.
Matt looked at me with a mixture of surprise and shock.
I got the feeling he wasn’t used to a girl being so brazen, or giving him shit for his attitude. I think they’d put up with anything just to get the chance to sleep with him…and he knew it!
I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t going to lie and say that I hadn’t said that. I hated the kid with a passion, but I didn’t want him to think I was a total bitch.
I could have died!!! It was mortifying.
I just looked at him, shrugged, and walked away.
Note to Self:
Don’t talk to strangers
Chapter 2
I got back into my dorm room at about 2 am. Wayyy past my bedtime. I grabbed a quick shower, put on some lotion, and dragged myself into bed.
That night, I dreamt of Matt.
I dreamt that we had gotten married and were very much in love.
We had 3 adorable children and were blissfully happy.
Then, I got in a car accident on my way home for work. It was bad…really bad. Luckily none of the kids were in the car with me…but I had severe head trauma. I slipped into a coma and remained in one for 3 years.
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One day out of the blue, I woke up. I saw Matt sitting next to me, but, he was wearing a black shirt and jacket…and a white collar. OH MY GOD he’s a priest, I suddenly realized.
He looked at me with sheer joy and surprise! “Honey you’re awake!” “Matt….you’re…a…priest?!?!?!"
“I can explain...see you’ve been in a coma for so long and I could never even think of being with another woman but, I felt so empty without you. I decided to join the priesthood.
I was heartbroken!
Our kids were living with their aunt and uncle in Kentucky since the accident. Matt couldn’t bear to take care of them.
My sister decided to keep them for awhile longer so I could adjust to life again. I was grateful. So much had changed.
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One day I decided to go to visit Matt at the retreat center where he lived and worked.
It was beautiful! Old trees everywhere, flowers in blossom, and a small rope bridge over a creek down the hill on the grounds.
I found Matt wandering the gardens, obviously deep in thought.
I called his name and he looked up at me. The look in his eyes made me regret the fact that he was a priest.