Regret Nothing

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Poppy has the college under her feet, laughs with her two best friends who happen to be going out and has a boyfriend who she trusts. Or so she thought. When she gets slapped with information that ruins their relationship, she is determined to show that she can move on.

With a plan to romance the nerd of the college to get back at her ex, not everything goes to plan.

A/N - I wrote this a while back and haven't gone back over it in a while now. It'll have some rough batches, but I hope you enjoy anyway!

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5. Thursday 10th October 2013

4:25. Five minutes early for my little session with Ben.

After our email discussion and his unveiling his ‘girlfriend,’ I’ve decided to not let this stop me from going forth. I mean, come on, if I batter my eyelids at a guy, they would dump their girlfriends before even speaking to me. No one can resist my charm and maybe it’s not all the same since Griffin dumped me, but I’m still the hottest around.

Being eager to my little tutoring session with Ben in the library, I’ve set out all my equipment in front of me. The majority of the tables in the library are empty and there are a few lone people on the computers, harmoniously tapping away on the keyboard. People really don’t like the idea of staying in college after the day is over, teachers too.

4:35.

Tut tut tut. He is late.

As I start to flick through my recent notes on the last experiment, I hear heavy breathing coming from the side of me.

“Hey,” Ben is standing with his hand on his knees like he has just come in from running a marathon, “Sorry. I’m. Late.”

He’s red in the face and he looks drained, I wouldn’t be surprised if he did just run a marathon. But in this heat? He walks round and throws himself into the seat next to me. I mentally prepare for the sweaty hot ‘boy odour.’

 “Are you okay?”

I didn’t realise I was holding my breath. Crap.

“Yeah, I’m good,” releasing my breath before smiling up at Ben, “I was just waiting around. Who thought you’d be the late one?”

“Yeah,” he says chuckling to himself, “sorry about that. My mum had me run some errands before I left the house. Let me see your notes and we can figure out what you need help with.”

He leans over in front of me and I brace myself for the horrific odour to hit me - the horrific smell of soapy detergent? I take another sniff of his strange but enjoyable smell and I feel my whole body relax.

“Right.” Ben says, snapping me out of the trail of his scent, “I think we need to work on your answering techniques. You’re dropping marks way too easily just by missing out one or two words.”

For thirty minutes, he takes his time showing me how he would tackle answering questions and I am surprised how relaxed he is with this tutoring thing. He doesn’t seem as weird as he seems to the eye. But to be honest, I’m not here for tutoring; I’m here to bag him. Question time.

“So, Ben,” I start, “how did you meet your girlfriend?”

He stops what he’s doing and looks up. He takes a few breathers before turning his head to face me.

“I was her tutor actually. It was like this,” he says, flickering his pen between us, “I always had my eye on her from when we first started high school. She was a beaming light everywhere and everyone knew it. One day she turned around in class and asked me for help with a set of questions. I offered to tutor her and she replied that she would pay me but I said no. I said you owe me something that I’m not sure of yet. But I already had an IOU in mind, I just didn’t say it because I didn’t want to freak her out straight away - ”

“You were going to ask her out.” I interrupted.

 “Yeah. Our last tutoring hour together before exams, I asked her out.” He shrugs, gives me a sheepish smile and looks down at his work, “and here we are still standing.”

I can’t help but smile at his story. I mean, that was the cutest real life story I’ve ever heard. That’s a story which should be in one of those teen chick films. I for one would go and see it. Every hopeless romantic would. But here I am about to break this whole relationship up because of my plan to show I’ve moved on. Maybe Max was right after it all. Maybe I shouldn’t try attaching myself to someone else.

“How about you and Griffin. How did you two meet?” I am surprised by his question but I guess it’s almost only fair to ask the question in return.

“There’s not much to tell. We met in chemistry. We broke up last week. Nothing too thrilling or romantic to share.” I mumble out.

“I bet there’s more to this story than you’re telling. I remember Luc,” he pauses and laughs to himself, lifts his head to continue, “she wanted to do this massive romantic gesture. My bedroom is on the bottom floor and I always keep my window open. One night she tried to sneak in my room when I was getting ready for bed. She opened the window as wide as she could and when I got back to my room, turned on my light, she was stuck through my window. Half in half out half out- ”

A laugh erupts from within and before I know it my laughter is filling the library.

“SHH!” the librarian stubbornly hisses.

“That is brilliant.” I whisper.

“Yeah, it was pretty hilarious. She was screaming at me to help her but I was on the floor in fits of laughter. It wasn’t exactly how she planned the night.” He sighs “Now that isn’t exactly thrilling or romantic, in a way. Just memorable. Surely there’s something Griffin did for you?”

I take a moment to think.

“Not exactly romantic, embarrassing of sorts. Flattering you could say. It was at Griffin’s football training, I was cheering him on at the side lines and half way through he gestured for me to come to him. I shrieked and ran towards him as fast as I could. I guess you could say he didn’t expect me to come at such force because I jump hugged him and he fell back,” I pause.

“He was on his back and I was on top. He pushed up, carrying me, my legs around his waist, kissing me. Then Derek came up behind him and, well, was supposed to pull down his shorts but got a better grip than he thought. You can guess what happens next.” I finish.

A clap followed by a deep laughter erupts next to me and I smile at his reaction.

“Now, that is brilliant!” He howls, throwing his head back, “That is a story to tell!”

“Yeah, let’s say he needed a cold shower,” I add and then stiffen, “I should not have told you that. Oh god, I can’t believe I told you that!”

I cover my reddening face with my hands, hiding my sheer embarrassment. Ben abruptly stops laughing and his hand reaches for mine, taking it away from my face.  He flashes me his crooked smile.

“That is a great story ” He repeats, almost like reassurance, “and I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry.”

“Thanks.”

“But at least you knew how he felt about you right? He was just showing at the wrong time.”

“At the very wrong time.” I reply, before looking down at our hands on the table. His thumb rubbing back and forth over the back of my hand. I look back up at him and he is looking down at his book. I slowly slip my hand away from his.

After a few minutes or so, we go back to normal as if the past twenty minutes never happened.

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