CHAPTER THREE

In a world filled with anticipation and desire, I found myself yearning for someone I had never even met.

Now, before you hastily label me as a promiscuous individual, let me clarify one thing—I was not the seasoned seductress you might imagine.

No, I was, in fact, a virgin, tangled in the complexities of my own desires.

You see, being a twenty-one-year-old virgin may seem peculiar to some, but it was a label I carried with both curiosity and a tinge of frustration.

I was not particularly adept at navigating the treacherous waters of romance, often fumbling through awkward encounters with the opposite sex.

But enough was enough; I was determined to break free from the shackles of my mundane existence and dive headfirst into the realm of passion and intimacy.

My journey to shed my virgin status began with a determination to reinvent myself.

I embarked on a relentless pursuit of self-improvement, delving into the depths of adult literature, meticulously following a rigorous diet plan, sculpting my body at the gym, and even undergoing a transformative boob job.

It was a metamorphosis fueled by a desire to embrace the tantalizing experiences that lay ahead.

Then, one fateful day, as the universe conspired to weave its enigmatic tapestry of fate, I caught sight of him. He stood there, seemingly lost in a sea of empty seats, searching for a place to settle.

My heart raced with anticipation as I boldly waved my arms, beckoning him towards the empty desk beside me.

A few chuckles from the surrounding students served as a backdrop to my audacity, but I knew that boldness was my only recourse.

Gone were the days of meekly playing the shy, good girl; it was time to seize every opportunity that came my way.

To my delight, he approached the vacant seat, though a hint of unease lingered in his eyes.

With a grateful smile, he thanked me for my assistance and settled in beside me.

"You're welcome," I replied, my gaze locked onto his, as if ensnared in a trance.

It was as though time stood still, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from his captivating presence.

Only when he finally looked away did I manage to avert my gaze, but my thoughts remained fixated on him, intertwined with a newfound sense of possibility.

Lost in a lecture that had faded into the background, I was startled by a gentle tap on my arm.

Surprisingly, it was him—a voice in my head whispered that fate had conspired to bring us together.

"Do you happen to have an extra pen? I seem to have misplaced mine," he inquired, his eyes reflecting a hint of vulnerability.

I raised an eyebrow and gasped softly, caught off guard by the request. Yet, determined to show my care and consideration, I rummaged through my backpack in search of an additional pen.

Uncertainty gnawed at my mind.

Did I even possess two pens? I couldn't be certain, but I fervently prayed for divine intervention.

In the end, the universe smiled upon me, for I did indeed discover a spare pen nestled within the depths of my bag.

With a joyous heart, I extended the pen to him, and he thanked me once more, his beautiful smile casting a spell upon my soul.

From that moment forward, concentration waned, and my mind swirled with thoughts of this alluring stranger.

I couldn't believe that he had taken notice of me, an ordinary girl on a quest to break free from the shadows. But there was a twist in this tale—a moment of unexpected transformation.

As I daydreamed about the possibilities, a strange sensation overcame me.

My body began to heat up, an internal fire igniting beneath my skin.

To my astonishment, my nails started to lengthen, transforming into sharp claws before my very eyes.

Startled, I quickly concealed my hands in my pockets, desperately trying to steady my racing heart.

It was a challenge to maintain composure, each breath requiring a struggle against the mounting panic that threatened to consume me.

But, as the claws receded and my body returned to normal, I regained my equilibrium.

Gathering my composure, I glanced around, seeking reassurance that no one had noticed the peculiar episode.

Sighing with relief at the apparent ignorance of those around me, I soon discovered that his gaze had been fixed upon me all along.

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a surge of guilt, as though caught red-handed in the midst of a transgression.

Uncertainty clouded my mind, hoping against hope that he had been oblivious to the peculiar transformation I had just experienced.

For the duration of the class, I grappled with thoughts of his potential knowledge, the uncertainty gnawing at my core.

But when the lecture finally concluded, I hastily made my way towards the exit, eager to escape the weight of my own insecurities.

Now, you may be wondering why I chose not to retrieve my pen or indulge in a passionate encounter with this newfound crush.

The truth is, I harbored suspicions that he had glimpsed a fragment of my unusual nature.

These suspicions compelled me to retreat, to seek solace within the confines of the women's restroom, where I attempted to wash away the turmoil etched upon my face.

"Damn you, Sandra," I whispered angrily to my reflection. "Why must you spoil your own happiness?"

Frustration and anger bubbled within me, fueled by the knowledge that my peculiar abilities threatened to isolate me further.

If I continued to exhibit such bizarre behavior, I feared that I would remain forever alone, unable to forge the lasting connections I yearned for.

It was at that moment, in front of the mirror, that I resolved to gather my strength and confront the challenges that lay ahead.

"Come on, Sandra," I muttered, filling my voice with determination. "You've got this. Beneath the ominous beast that resides within you, lies a remarkable person."

I met my own eyes in the mirror, taking several deep breaths to steady my nerves.

Summoning every ounce of courage within me, I declared, "I don't care if he noticed anything back in that classroom. If he dares utter a single word, I'll... well, I'll resist the urge to rip his head off." Of course, I spoke in jest, acknowledging that violence was not the solution, even if provoked.

With renewed resolve, I spun around, poised to seize the moment and seek out the enigmatic figure who had unexpectedly entered my life.

As I opened the door, however, I collided with a solid chest, momentarily losing my breath. Stepping back, my eyes met a face that exuded strength and an unyielding aura, as though chiseled from iron.

My gasp was involuntary, a mixture of shock and delight, for the person I had run into was none other than the charming man who had captured my attention. "Hi," I greeted him, my voice laced with shyness and excitement, uncertain of what awaited us both.