College Girl
Vampire  Vampire_Lamia@yahoo.co.uk 
New girl in the campus teaches my friend a lesson or two.


It was my final-year in College. Barely three days had passed since our
classes had commensed when my girlfriend Jasmine came upto me and said, "we
need to talk, Jake."

"Sure honey," I said. "What is it?" We started walking out of the campus as
our last class had just concluded.

"This is not working out."

"What is not working out? What do you mean?" I was bewildered, but succeeded
in concealing my feelings.

"You understand perfectly. Our relationship is over." She said decidedly.

"Why? What the hell happened? Did I do something wrong?"

"I don't want to discuss it any further. There is nothing between us anymore.
Just understand that much." She said coldly.

"I won't. Just give me a fucking reason for all this. Why are you doing this.
I deserve to know atleast the reason which made you commit to this decision of
yours."

"Look Jake. I told you, I won't say a word more than I've said. Goodbye!". She
stopped cold on her feet. "And please do not pester me anymore."

I looked in her cold blue eyes, and saw nothing but indiffernce for me.
Overnight she had become an ice-woman with no compassion, atleast not for me.

She turned and walked away, leaving me there. I had this really hollow feeling
inside my heart watching her walk away from me.

Next morning, I didn't feel like getting up from the bed. Angus entered my
room. Angus, apart from being my room-mate was also one of my closest friend.
We had known each other since school.

"Come on! Get up mate. Its already seven in the morning."

"I don't feel like getting up Angus."

"Oh come on chap! Just because a good-for-nothing girl dumped you, doesn't
mean that you'll stop attending college. Get up! Go to College. And for God's
sake, find a better girlfriend."

I did get up, but not before Angus had sprinkled a few drops of ice-cold water
on my face.

Two hours later, I was chatting around with my friends in the room where the
lecture was supposed to be held, when I saw a stunning girl pass through our
room. It was love at first sight. I could catch only a glimpse of her, before
she disappeared. She had the most beautiful face I'd ever seen, and the rest
was a hazy picture as I had looked at her for only a second. I ran out of the
class and noticed that she was going out of the college premises. I had never
seen her before, so I was hoping that either she was in the first year of
College or she had a inter-univ migration. She had shoulder length wavy hair,
which were black like the moonless night. From behind, she seemed to be
possessing a very amazing figure. Broad shoulders, slim waist flaring into
generous hips which looked very firm underneath her tight jeans. Her
skinhugging jeans revealed huge thighs which appeared solidly muscled, not
like bodybuilders, but like the short-distance runners. Her calves looked even
more magnificent. They were huge like her thighs and adequately muscled. Her
arms were covered, but looked thick and strong just like the rest of her body.

She walked towards the parking space, hopped in a red sedan and drove off. I
ran towards the parking space as she disappeared from sight, kick started my
motorcycle and raced after her, but she was nowhere to be seen. I rode back to
my appartment heavyhearted.

Next day, I saw her again in the coffeehouse just across the street from the
college premises. She was seated there with another girl. I walked in the
coffeehouse myself and took the table from where I could clearly see her. Two
of my friends, Alistair and Gareth were with me. We ordered iced coffee for
ourselves. This time around she was wearing sleeveless white top. Her arms
were just amazing. Thick and defined, her biceps bulged every time she grabbed
the coffee cup and raised it to her scarlet lips. Her face had a divine
beauty. Her eyes were black like her hair and her high cheekbones and sensual
yet firm chin completed her magnificent face.

"Would you look at that girl?" Gareth commented. "I bet her arms are thicker
than ours. She looks like a bodybuilder."

"You're right. Its a pity. With a face like that she could've been a model.
But looks more like a rugby player if you notice her torso. I wouldn't like to
mess with her. She might kick our asses in no time." This time it was
Alistair.

"If only she hadn't tarnished her body with all that muscles and veins."

"Come on guys. She is pretty fine." I said.

"Oh shut up man. She looks like a javelin thrower. If you get too close she
might fling you away by the power of those mammoth arms." Gareth laughed
stupidly at his own joke(if you can call it that).

She noticed Gareth laughing and probabely understood that he was laughing at
her. Cause she passed him a steel gaze. Gareth was not intimidated by anyone.
He was sort of a street fighter himself. He looked back at her meanly, as if
to say that the next time you gaze at me, you're gonna be sorry. But my
dreamwoman showed no signs of intimidation herself.

"Hey Gareth! Come on. Stop staring at her." I said to him.

We finished our coffee while she was still sipping hers with her friend. As we
passed them on our way out, I heard Gareth say "bloody dyke!". He said that
loud enough for her to hear. As we filtered out of the coffebar, I saw her
coming out too with her friend.

"Excuse me! What the hell did you say to me as you were going out." She looked
really pissed off. She looked even cuter when she was angry, I noticed.

"Why? Did you have trouble hearing? I just called you a BLOODY DYKE." Gareth
said in a loud voice. Luckily there was no one present in the street and the
few College students were across the street loitering around.

"Shut up Gareth." I scolded him, and then addressing her I said, "I am very
sorry for my friend miss." And then grabbed Gareth's arm and tried to pull him
away. But he was too strong for me. He shrugged me off and advanced towards
her.

"Make sure, you don't do anything for which you might have to repent later."
She warned him in a very severe tone. Apparently Gareth didn't take the
warning seriously. He raised his hand to push her away. Quick as lightening,
she grabbed his fingers by interlocking hers with his. And twisted his hand in
such a way that Gareth fell down on his knees and gave a suppressed crowl. She
let go of his hand, and turning away crossed the street with her friend. We
rushed towards Gareth. She had broken his wrist. We took him to a hospital
quickly.

After that day, I didn't see her for a few days. Apparently I did meet her
again but by then she was already seeing someone.

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