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Eros University Chapter 2: The Blonde Seductress

... far back of the room, who had his legs up on the chair in front of him, made a rather annoying remark: "Only an idiot can fail this class!" I recognized him from my first lecture with Ms. York. His name was James Maxwell. I knew his kind well and had met enough of them in high school, usually flanked by cronies as he was at the moment. They felt that by being loud and obnoxious people would somehow idolize them. "Well," began Mr. McAlister, "you shouldn't be upset when you do." His comment was met with great roars of laughter from the students and a glare from the tall, long blonde-haired boy, who soon stood up and strode out of the classroom. "Bloody good one," said Naipaul turning to me in fits. "That McAlister's got a razor sense `a humour." After the end of class Naipaul and I split. There was no tutorial so I decided to wander around the school for a while, eventually stopping in front of the Gothic-styled library. It was very rigid and symmetrical in shape: two cone-top towers rose up on either side of its walls. The library was huge and wide, stretching far up into the clear blue sky. I could even spot a few black birds circling its conical-towers. A dull gray, most of the bricks looked quite distinct from the overall, vibrant colour-scheme of the school. Wide stone steps led up to the large wooden doors of the front entrance. As I admired the view a student walked out of the library doors. She had her face down, books tucked between her folded arms. I stepped to the ...

... right to let her pass but she moved in the same direction and we bumped into each other. "Sor—" I began to say, but was cut short when a knot formed in my throat. The girl looked up at me dazed. Her long hair lifted in the wind like a black, rippling fire, her faint blue eyes widened, magnified further by her glasses, and that slender neck arched up to meet my stare—it was her; the girl that I caught masturbating last night in the bushes. We both recognized each other instantly. I tried to say something but only managed to stutter. Tears sparkled around the corners of her eyes, and before I could utter anything coherent, she shoved me out of her way with her elbow and ran off. Unprepared, I was knocked off balance and fell on my butt. The girl, embarrassed further, stopped and glanced back at me, her long black hair swept by the wind—she seemed so gorgeous that I didn't even mind being knocked down. She ran on, turned a corner, and was soon gone. "What are the chances?" I asked myself, and then began laughing. After checking out the library I wandered around aimlessly for a while. At one point I was walking by a water fountain, admiring the gush of sparkling liquid as it fell out of an urn tucked under the arms of a stone nymph—and whom should I see then? Sitting on the edge of the water fountain was James Maxwell and four of his cronies. I could see James and his friends' licentious eyes trailing after the girls who walked by them. Their leers were quite hideous, eyes wide as ...