Embarassing Paper Airplanes

After the post from the other day, it unlocked a long ago memory. The situation with that guy in the empty classroom really did happen, and at the time it happened, I wrote down all the events (this kind of stuff doesn't happen to me as frequently as I would like, so I try to document each instance as to not forget it). I found it in an old Google Doc with an email I don't even use anymore and just reread it. My writing from that time was very cringy and although the premises seems like some Wattpad shit, I swear to God it happened. Please I have no reason to lie. Anyways, I copied and pasted it over here so you can laugh at my experiences, too. Hope it's an interesting read!

Opening the door, I’m greeted with, “...and the triangle, you’re going to label one side x...”

Rather than my normal empty classroom, there was a guy there at the teacher’s podium using the school’s computer. I check the outside schedule and as it says, “There are no classes scheduled at this time.”

“Don’t worry you can come in. I’m just in my online class,” Mystery Man explained. Taking that as an invitation to sit down, I made myself at home and started doing my homework for tomorrow’s class. I liked this classroom specifically because there was a lot of room and was USUALLY vacant. The library is too quiet for my liking.

I took a seat a few desks down and looked over my laptop to see if I could get a glance at his face but the computer monitor covered it completely. “What a shame. He was pretty cute for a generic white guy.” I suppressed my thoughts and asked, “So are you a teacher or a student?” Him being at the podium made me question his authority.

He peered over to make eye-contact, “I’m a student but I just like to use the computer here for my classes.”

“Is your class prerecorded or is it live?”

“It’s live but we’re muted,” he answered. “That’s a cute top by the way.”

I snickered to myself knowing I bought it on SHEIN for only $8. “Awe thank you,” I innocently replied and continued working at my desk. The homework was a piece of cake and the clock kept ticking away annoyingly. Online classes are such a joke. Over an hour left until I have to leave for my next class. I’d like to watch some Youtube videos but I don't like the way earbuds feel and, honestly, I'm more interested in the guy. I made a paper airplane out of boredom and aimed it for the trash can. It missed. By a lot. Seeing my failed attempt, he called out, “Really? A paper airplane?”

“Okay but in my defense I haven't made one since I was 8.” He picked up my paper airplane from the floor and gave it a few modifications. When he threw the plane in the air, it still had zero aim but at least now it made some fancy twirls before hitting the ground. Improvements I guess? To be honest, when he got up to get the plane, I did sneak a glance at his crotch and wondered how much he was packing.

He went up to me and started explaining, “Yeah there's not much I can do with this paper airplane but if you give it a few folds here and here,” he tried showing me the folds but I wasn’t really paying attention, “...you can make the airplane do some fancy tricks.”

“Oh that’s cool. Aren’t you supposed to be paying attention to your class though?”

“C’mon no one really pays attention.” He went back to his podium and started making paper airplanes of his own and I did too. We threw them in the air and had some fun. His stayed up in the air the longest and no matter what I tried, all my paper airplanes ended up so shit. At one point he turned off the computer and started talking to me.

“So what class was that for?” I asked.

He walked over and leaned on the desk in front of me and answered, “It was for my math class but I already took it 3 times. It's one of those classes where I can't get my degree unless I pass it.”

That's three semesters wasted! “Wow, how old are you?”

“25. And I'll be graduating next semester.”

Closing my laptop and shifting my attention to him, I asked, “Do you have a job yet?”

“Yup. I work at the Spaghetti Factory nearby as a bartender.” He continued the conversation standing/half sitting on the desktop. “There’s not that many fun customers though, just a lot of old people.”

“That's interesting. I’ve always liked the idea of being a bartender.” He walked to the desk behind me and started to look at my laptop. From our positions I kept having to look up to him to make eye contact (which I’m not really complaining about because his crotch area is right next to my face and can you blame me?).

“You’re a Sailor Moon fan?” He saw the stickers on my laptop.

“Yeah but who isn’t?” Hopefully I played that off well. I didn’t want to come across as an otaku.

“I remember watching it with my sisters when I was younger. My favorites were Sailor Jupiter, Sailor Mars, and Sailor Uranus,” he explained.

A ping went to my head. “OOOH, HE’S GAY.” I thought to myself. Liking Mars and Jupiter is normal, but in the series, Sailor Uranus is a hardcore lesbian. My face started to turn a little red because this entire time I was trying to subtly seduce him like moving my hair out of the way so he could get a better view of my body. Still I wasn’t 100% sure. He continued talking about watching Sailor Moon on Netflix, but I wasn't really paying attention because I wanted to make sure I worded my next question very carefully.

“So when you said you like Sailor Uranus, does that mean…” and I stopped myself. It would be offensive if I asked and he wasn’t gay, and it might be offensive if I ask all together. Of course, this only makes a guy more interested in what you wanted to ask.

Mystery Man pestered, “What was your question? C’mon just ask me. I’m fine with anything,” but I couldn’t bring myself to do it so I diverted the conversation.

“So how many siblings do you have?” and the conversation continued on fine. Even with a 50% chance he might be gay, at some points of the conversation I was imagining how it’d be if he bent me over and did me right in the classroom. Every now and then I’d snap back into the conversation and give a half-assed reaction to what he was saying. Gay or not, every guy loves talking about themselves. At one point, he asked if it was okay to rummage through my backpack and I only allowed him because I knew there wasn’t much in there to begin with.

“Sorry I have ADHD and the adderall can only do so much,” he explained.

“It’s fine. I get it.”

“By the way, I like your makeup.” PING. A second indication he may be gay. We continued talking and he continued rummaging through my backpack. “So back to your other question. What were you going to ask when you said ‘If I like Sailor Uranus…’?”

Flustered and stuttering I made up the lie, “Oh I forgot. That was so long ago.” 100% he can tell I was lying.

“Were you going to ask if I was gay?”

Bingo.

“Nooooo. I was just-”

“Cause the answer would be ‘No’.”

Huh. My gay-dar is completely off. He put everything back in my backpack and returned it to me. “You smell really nice,” I took those words in with new ears, “...or maybe it was something in your backpack.” He chuckled and patted my head. Huh. Physical contact. He took out a pack of gum and ripped one of the strips in half. “You want some?”

I answered in my almost absentminded state “Sure.” He gave me half of the gum and our fingertips touched. As a person that loves their personal space bubble, everything about him was throwing me off guard. At this point, he was sitting on top of the desk directly behind me. 8 more minutes till my next class. It was getting awkwardly silent.

“Should we play 20 questions?” he asked.

“I only have a few more minutes till I need to go. How about 5 questions?” We flew by the first 2 questions pretty fast. 5 more minutes. He used both his legs to pull my chair back to where he was and, in a sense, trapped me between his legs. It was then that I regretted every single doughnut I ever ate.

“Is it okay if I do this?” That's the third question.

Again, flustered and stuttering, I said yes. I was always bad at saying no to people. Plus it’s not like anything bad is happening. He then put his hands on my head and rested his chin on top, essentially giving me an almost back hug. I switched the topic and we started talking about something different. He started massaging my shoulders and I didn’t realize until he asked, “Is this okay?” The fourth question.

I remembered in high school I had a guy friend that meant well, but didn’t know what personal boundaries were either so I was giving him the benefit of the doubt. “U-uh uhm- uh sure.”

Maybe he thought he was being sly, or maybe he took my ‘yes’ as a green signal, but in between massaging my shoulders, he was trying to push my sleeves and bra straps down. Maybe that’s why he said he liked my top before. It had adjustable elastic sleeves and gave a great view of my tits. Starting to feel a bit more panicked, I tapped on my phone. 3 more minutes. “What about your last question?”

He whispered in my ear, “I don't know. I can’t think right now.” He started kissing my neck. A part of me wanted to fuck him, but the other side of me knew that if this continued, I’d miss class.

Being a responsible prude, I stood up and blurted, “I need to get to class.”

Seeing how rushed I was, he let me go and said, “Sorry if I overstepped my bounds.”

Scrambling my things together, I told, “No, it’s fine I just- I just need to get to class. Sorry.” Realizing up to now I haven’t asked, I gave it a shot, “Oh yeah, what’s your name?”

“Josh.” A lie. Probably. “What’s yours?”

“Lia.” A lie. Definitely.