The door to the freshmen psychology lab creaked open, and Harrison walked in, taking his usual seat in the back. He couldn’t help but admire Arya from afar, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders, her bright green eyes sparkling with intelligence. She was wearing a form-fitting red dress that accentuated her curves, and Harrison felt his heart rate quicken as he took her in.
“Nice dress, Arya,” he said, trying to sound cool.
Arya looked up from her notes and smiled. “Thanks, Harrison. I thought it would be a good day to dress up.”
Harrison couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy as he watched her. He had been crushing on Arya for months, but she always seemed to be just out of reach. He watched as she bantered playfully with the other students, her sharp wit and quick tongue on full display.
The door swung open again, and in walked Alan, the new senior. Harrison had heard rumors about him – that he was a player, that he had a reputation for charming the pants off of any girl he wanted. Harrison felt his jealousy spike as he watched Alan walk over to Arya, a smug grin on his face.
“Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in,” Arya said, sizing him up.
Alan chuckled. “Just here to learn, professor.” He winked at Arya, making her blush.
Harrison couldn’t stand it any longer. He cleared his throat and asked, “Arya, can you help us with this lab procedure?”
She glanced at Harrison, “Sure thing, Harrison. Just give me a sec.” She turned back to Alan, “Nice to meet you, Alan. I’m Arya, the professor’s senior student assistant.”
Harrison listened as they bantered back and forth, their flirtatious energy palpable. He felt like an outsider, like he didn’t belong.
When class ended, Harrison decided to head to Arya’s office hours early. He wanted to catch her alone, to have a chance to talk to her without the distraction of the other students.
As he walked down the hallway, he heard moaning coming from her office. He paused, unsure of what to do. He hesitated for a moment before peeking inside.
What he saw took his breath away. Arya was straddling Alan, her dress hiked up around her waist, her lips locked onto his. Alan’s hands were on her ass, pulling her closer.
Harrison felt his body react, getting hard as he watched. He tried to leave, but Arya noticed him.
“Harrison? What are you doing here?” she asked, looking flustered.
“I-I came for office hours,” he stammered.
Alan grinned. “Well, Harrison, it seems like you caught us in the middle of something.”
Arya glared at Alan. “Shut up, Alan.” She turned to Harrison, “I’m sorry, Harrison. I can help you some other time.”
Harrison left, feeling embarrassed and confused. He couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. He couldn’t believe that Arya, the girl he had been crushing on for months, was with someone else.
He couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss, of longing. He wanted her, but he knew he couldn’t have her.
As he walked back to his dorm, he couldn’t shake the image of Arya and Alan together. He couldn’t shake the feeling of desire that had taken hold of him.
He knew he had to move on, but he couldn’t help but wonder what could have been.
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