Heavy Hands (frerard)

Chapter 28

Summer was unfortunately over now and I was going back to school. Frank had paid all my student fees and the debt I already had. I told him multiple times that he didn't need to do that for me but he said that since we were going to get married my debt would kind of become his debt and he didn't want any debt so he willingly paid all of it off with a check that had more digits on it than my phone number.

"You're gonna be fine," Frank said giving me a soft kiss. "You're going back for another semester, we're gonna get married, everything's gonna be fine."

"I know, I'm just nervous," I said.

"That's okay," he said. "You want me to drive you? After we can go by the bakery and get some sweets."

"Yeah, That sounds good," I said.

"Alright, I'll be down in the car waiting for you," he said.

I nodded and he gave me a kiss before leaving. I sighed, looking in the mirror. I was wearing a pastel pink sweater dress with some translucent tights and a pair of black vans. It was cloudy and cold outside today, only making it more miserable.

"Alright," Frank muttered as I finally went downstairs and got into the car. "You ready?" 

I nodded and he kissed my cheek. Frank drove to the campus as my stomach twisted in knots of butterflies.

"Alright, I won't be able to pick you up for lunch but I'll be here after your last class," he said

I nodded and Frank leaned over to give me a soft kiss.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," I replied.

"I'll be here waiting for you, good luck, Princess," he said.

I smiled, giving Frank one last kiss before I got out. I walked to my lecture hall and picked a seat in He third row. I didn't want to sit in the front for fear of hands on class demonstrations but I also didn't want to sit near the back because I was here to get my degree and I wasn't gonna waste Frank's money by sitting at the back where it was harder to hear, see and simply pay attention in general.

"Hi, I'm Josh," the kid said as he sat next to me.

"Hi, Gee," I said.

He stuck his hand out and I smiled as I shook it.

"Sorry, I just moved here and I kinda just made it a goal for myself to introduce myself to at least one person so I don't get so freaked out and just hide alone in my apartment for the rest of eternity," he said.

"Where'd you move from?" I asked.

"Ohio," he replied. "Transferred here because they gave me a scholarship."

"Oh, that's cool," I said.

I bit my lip as a slightly awkward silence fell over us.

"Wh-what are you majoring in?" I asked.

"I'm not entirely sure actually," he said. "I was gonna major in business but I don't know anymore. What about you?"

"Fine arts," I said.

"Oh really? What's your poison?" He asked.

"I like painting and performing arts," I said.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yeah, I've been into that stuff for a while," I said. "Photography is pretty cool too but I don't know, I like painting more."

"I like painting but I'm not that good," he admitted. "I just find it to be relaxing if I'm even just painting a canvas one solid color."