11
Derek and I ended up talking for hours, about everything and nothing. We went out in the hallway and sat out there on the floor and drank Cokes and ate Little Debbie snack cakes and laughed as drunk club-goers and late-night partiers came stumbling back to their dorm rooms.
Finally I thought to check my phone.
It was 3:10 in the morning.
“Oh my God,” I gasped. “It’s after 3 – I’ve got a test in the morning – ”
“The Wife of Bath, right?” he asked, sprawled out lazily on the floor. Just totally relaxed, completely confident in his own skin.
“Yeah,” I said, trying not to look too long at his sleek, muscular body. “And I need to finish the story, so – ”
“Tell me what you’ve read so far.”
I looked him in his emerald eyes.
I really, really didn’t have time for this.
But…
…damn he was hot.
“Okay. So, there was this knight in King Arthur’s court who was really bad, and he basically raped a woman.”
“F*cking a*shole,” Derek said.
“Total f*cking a*shole,” I agreed. “And King Arthur was going to have him killed, but Queen Guinevere gave him a second chance. If he could find out what women want most, she’d spare his life. So the knight goes out riding, and he asks every woman he meets, but they all give him different answers. Some want a rich man, some want a handsome man, some want somebody who’s dependable, some want somebody who’s quiet and won’t give them any problems… it’s all over the place.
“His time is running out when he meets an ugly old woman who says she’ll tell him if the knight will grant her any wish she wants. He’s kind of over a barrel, so he agrees… and they go back to Guinevere… and that’s where I stopped.”
“Do you want to know the ending?” he asked in a very self-satisfied voice.
A little too self-satisfied for my tastes.
“You know the ending,” I said, totally unconvinced.
“I told you I read some of the stories after I heard ‘Whiter Shade of Pale.’ This was one of them.”
I looked at him from the corner of my eyes.
Was he trying to impress me with his obscure knowledge of Chaucer?
Or was he just bluffing (and still trying to impress me)?
Hell… what did I have to lose?
“Seeing as I need to sleep, and the test is at 9AM… sure.”
“The old woman gives him the right answer,” Derek said serenely.
“Which is?”
“Women want power over their husbands.”
I gave him a look like You gotta be kidding me. “That’s stupid.”
“You don’t agree?” he asked with a lazy smile.
“Well, I don’t know what’s in the Chaucer story, but… yeah, I don’t really think that’s what women want.”
“Well, Chaucer says you’re wrong.”
“Does he now.”
“Yup. So do the queen and all the women of the court. They agree with the knight, so they spare his life. But the ugly old chick – ”
“You’re such a feminist,” I taunted him.
“Shut up, I’m helping you get an ‘A,’” he grinned. “Anyway, the ugly old chick tells the queen about the knight’s promise, and she says she wants to marry the knight. The queen says, ‘Done deal. You’re married. BOOM.’ The knight is NOT happy, but he has no choice, so he marries her.”
“Sucks to be him.”
“Just wait,” Derek cautioned me. “So, they go up to sleep together, but she can tell he thinks she’s fug-lyyyyy. And she’s mad about it, so she says, ‘At least you know I won’t cheat on you. Which would you rather have, an ugly old wife who doesn’t cheat, or a beautiful young wife who sleeps around?’ And he says…”
He paused for dramatic emphasis.
“Care to take a guess?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
“A hot chick.”
I mean, that’s the obvious choice. That’s what all guys want, right?
Derek grinned. “No. He was smart. He said… ‘You decide.’”
“Ahhhhh.”
Okay, maybe Chaucer was onto something.
Derek continued, “And the old lady is happy because the knight gave her power over him, so she tells him he can have both – a hot chick who’s loyal to him. She tells him to kiss her – and when he does, she turns into a hot chick, and they live happily ever after.”
“Now I see why you didn’t sleep with my roommate,” I teased him.
Interestingly enough, Derek looked a little alarmed when I said it. “Why?”
“You probably go around kissing ugly old chicks, hoping they’ll turn into hot ones.”
It was a totally stupid nonsense line, borne of a sleep-deprived brain at 3AM. Of course he didn’t go around doing that.
But his response knocked the breath out of me.
He stared me right in the eyes and said, “No… it’s because when I find a beautiful girl I like, that’s the one I stay with.”
Holy shit.
I could feel my cheeks burning. And that wasn’t the only part of me getting warm.
I stared at him, speechless.
He just watched me with those sexy, half-lidded, emerald-green eyes.
Then he leaned in to kiss me –
And I jumped up from the floor like somebody had shocked me with electric wires.
“I have to go to bed,” I babbled. “It was really nice meeting you.”
He stumbled to his feet, too. His face was grim, like he was a little bit pissed off.
“You too,” he said.
“I’ll, uh… I’ll see you around,” I said, and waved goofily.
“Definitely.”
I darted inside my room and closed the door, but the entire time I was looking at him.
The last thing I saw was his emerald-green eyes peering straight into mine.
I turned the lock and stood there in the darkness, my heart thudding in my chest, listening for the sound of him walking away.
It took forever, but finally I heard his feet pad down the hall and the stairwell doors open and close.
I felt the strangest mix of emotions.
Relief – that I’d stayed faithful to Kevin.
Sadness – that I’d missed out on something I desperately wanted, deep down in my very core.
And anger… whether at myself or my absent ex-boyfriend, I couldn’t have told you.
But the strongest feeling was one of loss.