Continuing

The thing was, from the first moment he’d spied Spock across the campus of Starfleet Academy, Jim wanted him. He’d done all he could to pursue the Vulcan, probably making an idiot of himself at least a dozen times.

Bones had assured him that he had.

But in the end it paid off and he had two dates with Spock. One was just for dinner and a movie. They’d had a great time. Or Jim thought so. Spock had agreed to see him again.

The second time, they’d had sex in Jim’s dorm. Luckly Bones was out. It had been great. Amazing. Jim was sure it was the start of something more serious. He wanted it to be.

After they were finished, Spock had hastily dressed, told Jim he really needed to go, something about someone waiting for him, he didn’t really know who or even exactly what Spock had said. But he scrambled out of Jim’s dorm like his ass was on fire, muttering that he’d contact Jim.

He hadn’t.

When Jim messaged him, he’d received no response.

Jim spotted him across the campus and knew Spock had seen him on approach. Spock had turned and gone in the other direction. It had seemed deliberate.

He told Bones all about it and Bones agreed. Spock wanted nothing more to do with Jim.

Jim had been sad and disappointed but he wasn’t about to wallow in self-pity. Spock wanted nothing more to do with him, so be it.

He’d been ghosted. Probably fair. He’d likely ghosted others.

But he simply had no idea why a Vulcan child would stare at him and even seem to be following him. Likely that was his imagination.

Right?