7. Chapter 7
Chapter seven
D o you know that moment when your life feels like a huge dream, but then you wake up and realize, it's all real?
Yeah. I've been riding that wave of euphoria all day. And my fucking face hurts from smiling so much.
When another rush of nerves threatens to pull me under, I snatch my headphones from my bookbag and plop down on the couch. Waves. The ebb and flow of the water always seems to soothe me the fastest. These headphones are a million times better than my old ones. I have JJ to thank for that.
Yes, JJ is the name we settled on for me to call Professor Jacobson. With my smarts, I managed to test out of the courses I was taking with my two favorite professors. Now we make sure that my courses are all taught by other teachers. However, I've also switched to the hybrid option offered by the University, which gives me the option of physical classes and online courses.
So far, the changes have made all the difference. I don't see Sam as much anymore, and when I do see her, she does this fun new thing where she pretends I don't exist. I suppose it's a much-needed improvement from trying to kill me via cement stairs.
Now dating two professors at the college I attend and they teach isn't exactly accepted. Since I'm not their student anymore, none of us can get into trouble, but we still keep things at school professional, so as to avoid any unwanted attention.
Well, that is... after our first tryst in RD's office. I don't even want to know how he managed to clean that place as spotless as he did.
Whoosh...
Another wave lulls me into a further relaxed state and I lean my head back while closing my eyes. Sometimes I feel like my ASMR addiction works like my own version of meditation. I can study better and retain more information when I am listening to some of my favorite sounds.
Then there are the, uhmm... other sounds I enjoy.
The squelching and slapping and slurping sounds that make my body tingle and my pussy ache. Yeah, those are nice too.
But this right here, waves while reclining on my new couch. This is where I am at peace.
I should absolutely be unpacking some of the million boxes filling my new apartment. Hey, at least I finally got them all unloaded. JJ should be by soon to help me pull out the drop cloths from the bedroom now that the pretty light pink walls are dried. And RD is coming by tonight to make us all dinner to break in the new kitchen properly.
The highlight of it all, is that this being my first night here, I won't be alone. We are all three sharing that California king tonight and I am so fucking excited.
JJ and RD helped me get a new apartment further away from campus. As in a whole city over. It's fine though. This town is a touch calmer and less crowded. Plus my rent is almost the same as my old place, but I have two bedrooms and two bathrooms, plus about three times the total square footage.
Our love nest.
Sometimes, it all feels too good to be true.
I know I should just feel blessed that things all worked out the way they have. I mean, who could get so lucky as to have both of her crushes fall for her just as hard? And it's not just a sex thing with us. Although the sex is great, don't get me wrong. Actually, it's by far the best sex I have ever had. These two really know how to push my boundaries and help me find new things that I enjoy.
The faded but steady sound of a monotone beep distracts my hearing for a moment. When I try to focus on it too hard though, it disappears. Leaving me with my waves once more. Oh shit, when was the last time I charged these babies?
Sighing hard, I pull off the headphones and switch the power off, before taking them to the second bedroom–the one I have claimed for my office–and plug them in to charge.
No rest for the wicked, I suppose.
Since RD is making dinner, I should probably make the kitchen my first focus. I snag a few boxes and plop them on the clean tile floor, before cutting the tape and freeing wrapped plates inside.
In record time I have ten boxes flattened and ready for the recycling bin, and most of my kitchen fully unpacked and ready to use. Oddly enough my dish strainer is missing, but I know it will turn up eventually.
Slipping my shoes on, I shove my keys into my pocket and snatch the pile of cardboard, making my way down to the dumpsters located outside. Even though the dumpsters–both recycling and trash–are in an alley, it's clean. The whole town is clean. I take a big whiff and realize that it even smells clean.
Huh. That's weird. But also a bit comforting. I'm so used to being in big cities with smog and air quality alerts. Plus having to keep pepper spray and a taser gun on you to deal with the druggies and creeps that hang around in alleyways and parking lots. I glance all around me and see... no one. It's blissfully empty.
Leaving the clean air and cardboard in its appropriate bin behind me, I make my way back into the building and nearly run right into a woman coming down the stairs.
"Oh, shit. I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention." I offer up the apology out of politeness since really neither of us are at fault. Instead of responding in kind, she simply checks her watch and moves along.
Wow. Bitch.
In fact, there have been far too many people who just ignore me. Last time I checked, I did not in fact have superpowers, so I know I am not invisible. Besides, I'm pretty sure JJ or RD would have pointed that out by now.
So, my conclusion here is that more and more people are just being dicks.