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Alceo Russell is looking for something different and is surprised when he finds exactly what he is looking for.
By Bianca Dean
Galynn sat in a warm booth in the university coffee shop and stared up at the flat screen in front of her. Celt fever was taking over, and them clinching their division was enough cause to make everyone party – football fans and nonbelievers alike. She watched with a raised eyebrow as Sports Center continued to run the highlights from last week’s game. People she had heard of but never personally met were being interviewed by the analysts and asking all the “hard hitting questions”. Galynn rolled her eyes, turned back to her textbook and tried to tune out the TV.
Try as she might, she couldn’t tune Alceo Russell’s voice out. She fought the urge to stare up at the television like every other warm-blooded female in the place but she was stronger than that. She hated herself for melting at the sound of his gravely voice and deep hearty laughter. She never met the guy and would probably die if she did, but she just couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to have him laughing at something she said. Or smile at her just because he was happy to see her.
But that was wishful thinking. She was ordinary. Five foot seven, nondescript dark brown hair and glasses. No, there would be no reason for Alceo Russell to be smiling at her unless he was laughing at her. She didn’t consider herself skinny by any means, but she didn’t think she was overtly obese. Well proportioned – that’s what she liked to say. She may be heavy, but she thought she looked nothing like the girls that were always fawning over him. Not to mention she was black and he was white. Did that really matter? Not to her, but she’d never seen him with anyone other than skinny white girls. Hey, to each his own.
Sure, she’d seen him around, hadn’t everyone? His face was plastered on everything, and often she wondered if it was just some cruel joke the universe was playing on her. This is what you want, but you can’t have it, nah-nah-nah nah nah.
She resolved herself to just fantasize about being his friend – thinking about being anything more was just too far fetched for Galynn’s little brain to process. In the middle of boring lectures, she would catch herself daydreaming about what it would be like to have inside jokes with him and share a milkshake. It was crazy. She didn’t consider herself obsessed, just in lust with a guy that she could never have. Heck, half of the female student body wanted the guy in one-way or another.
Sighing to herself, she packed up her books and computer. With Sports Center running updates on the school football team and the status of all their players every ten seconds, there was no way Galynn would be able to concentrate. She stood, cleared off her table and headed for the library. at least there it would be quiet.
The more Galynn started walking, the more she hated her decision to leave the warmth of the coffee shop. The blistering air was whipping against her face and stinging her hands. She left her dorm early in the afternoon and it had still been rather warm out. Now that the sun was setting the temperature had dropped considerably and she was not prepared. Curly brown hair whipped about her face and she fought to keep a hold of all her possessions in the wind.
Maybe I should just go home. She thought but then groaned at the prospect. She forgot she had driven to the coffee shop that day. Again, she had been so preoccupied thinking about Alceo, she didn’t even remember she didn’t walk there like she usually did.
I have seriously have got to get a grip.
Angry with herself for thinking about a guy that didn’t know she was on the planet, she turned on her heel to head back towards the coffee shop. The entire way cursing the heavens for the cold weather and her stupidity for forgetting she drove herself. Who the hell forgets they drove someplace? To her credit, it was small campus, but still.
Having finally made it back to her car in one piece, Galynn set her things on the hood of her car and searched for her keys. Her memory was going lately. Not only did she forget that she took her car out today, but now she forgot where she put the damn keys.
“Aha!” She squealed just as the wind picked up. She pulled her keys from deep in her bag, grabbed her things and slid the key into the keyhole. She noted to herself that she needed to invest in a car remote. This opening doors with the key was getting old. Galynn turned the key expecting to see the lock pop but nothing happened. She took a deep breath and tried again.
“Please baby, I’m sorry for thinking that I would replace the key with a remote, just please open up for mommy,” she pleaded with the car. Her eight-year-old Honda was very temperamental and it liked to be sweetly coaxed into doing what it should.
Galynn closed her eyes and said a quick prayer and tried again, slowly. When the key snapped in her hand, she wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened. She started down at her hand holding the fat end of her key. She didn’t have a spare on her so she stood for a minute trying to think of what to do without dissolving into tears. She had a biochemistry paper due the next day, no coat, a broken key and no car. Suddenly, the thought seemed funny to her. She let out a fit of giggles and dared to think, what else can happen? And what else could have happened except the sky opening up and freezing rain falling down on her. Certainly, tonight was not Galynn Pierce’s night.
“Everyone. Some girl I don’t know just sent me a text saying I could eat whip cream off her tits.”
“What the fuck are you bored with?”
Alceo couldn’t explain it to his best friend, they were just wired different and with the music so loud, he didn’t feel like bothering. “I’m going out for some air, it’s hot as fuck in here.” The party was so packed with warm sweating bodies, it was impossible to tell it was only 20 degrees outside.
Will said nothing as another blonde sauntered up to the chair where he was sitting and brazenly plopped down on his lap. By the look on Will’s face, he didn’t mind. Will was his best friend but they couldn’t have been more different. As his go to running back, they were always together on and off the field, but it was times like these, Alceo wondered what else, if anything they had in common.
As the only running back in the country with more than 2,500 rushing yards for the season already, everyone knew Will’s name; including girls who didn’t know what sport he played. But whereas Will loved the limelight Alceo tried to stay away from it.
As Alceo stepped out into the frigid winter air, he couldn’t help but thinking that he wanted something different. They had won another football game and as usual another nameless girl was throwing herself at him. He used to eat this shit up, but not anymore. It was boring, and it was all becoming too easy.
He majored in biochemistry because it wasn’t easy. He was the quarterback of the Division I Celts football team because it wasn’t easy. Alceo liked a challenge, and lately he wasn’t getting it. At 6 feet 6 inches tall, and built like a Division I player, it wasn’t hard for him to find someone to warm the sheets, or even the couch or car or anywhere else he wanted them.
He even considered breaking things off with his long time fuck buddy. All she wanted was to be known as the girl that fucked the winning quarterback, all he wanted to do was bust a nut. The relationship, or lack thereof worked well for a time, but Alceo was bored.
He thought nothing as the sounds of the party began to fade into the background as he feet carried him further and further from the party being hosted in the football team’s honor. The biting cold began to nip at his fingers as he realized he didn’t bother to grab his coat in his haste to get away from the party.
He thought about going back to his place to get his running clothes. He loved to run; nothing but him and the sound of air rushing in and out of lungs, but decided against it. The sky was darkening impossibly quickly and it looked like it was about to rain.
Alceo kept up his pace as his feet carried him to the coffee shop on campus. Something warm would do him good. Shaking his shaggy hair from his eyes, he pulled his hood over his head and started to walk a little faster. He was only a about a half mile from the coffee shop when he felt the first drops of freezing rain clutching to his eyebrows.
He took the chance to pull his hand from his pocket and glanced at his watch. It was 11:48 and the coffee shop closed at 12. He could easily jog the distance, and the freezing rain helped him make up his mind. Carefully, but quickly Alceo picked up the pace. The feel of the freezing rain soaking into his hoodie helped him along. He said a silent prayer that he wouldn’t get sick, knowing the he would catch hell from the coach and the team if he had to sit out a game.