as if he had a power over me that just wouldn’t fade. There were the obvious reasons of course. Like he was the most amazing human being I had ever seen. He was beautiful like a transcendental godlike creature being completely heavenly. But he looked intensely strong, almost invincible as if he could have been a Spartan or Trojan in a past life.
I found my eyes wandering up towards the first floor but then my head would look away quickly before I got there. My cheeks would flush just thinking about him, the way he'd looked at me that night, those consuming eyes piercing through me, ablaze with fiery passion, devout and excruciating.
I had to convince myself on a daily basis it was nothing. My daydreams about him were getting ridiculous and were ever constant. Being at work was the worst and also the best. That was when I felt it most, like a magnetic pull drawing me towards him. But it was my embarrassment that kept me rained in and stopped me from looking. I was the only one with this restraint, as everyone else in the club seemed to stare in his direction. Of course you couldn’t really see him, just shadows of people up there. But no one ever went up or down the staircase. And considering there were always people up there I had to wonder where they all went, did they stay there? The only time in fact I had ever seen anyone walk those steps was with Draven himself a week ago.
It was all very strange, especially when not one person seemed to know anything about them, yet they had been coming here for years and owned half of the town. It was as if the whole town was part of some weird cult with Draven as their leader. I, of course, was the outsider and not in on the conspiracy.
AGAIN! With my imagination, I should write horror stories for a living! I had been staring at my wardrobe for about ten minutes now trying to decide what to wear. There wasn’t much choice of course but it would have to be something warm and preferably water proof. It had been raining non-stop since I had been picked up last night, changing every now again to a light drizzle or fine mist. My hair wasn’t going to survive the day.
I grabbed something black and grey and put it over my head not really knowing what it was but it had sleeves, which was all that mattered. It was joined by a pair of faded jeans, which had seen better days. They were a bit too long for me so they were badly ripped around the bottom, every now and again I would have to pull a bit off as they got caught around my trainers or ‘running shoes’ as they were called here, funny really as I hated running. This was because two things would always happen when running, the first was I would usually fall down and second is it would usually hurt!
“You ready because I think RJ is here?” Libby had been just as nervous for me on my first day of college. I found her in the kitchen at an ungodly hour trying to make a full English breakfast. Of course it looked like a nuclear bomb had hit it. I had eaten as much as I could, with my teeth screaming in pain as I crunched my way through what seemed like lava rock. Pity we didn’t have a dog, mind I don’t think even a dog could have digested this and animal rescue would be on our case.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.” I grabbed my bag putting the strap around my head and my jacket on top. I didn’t need gloves today as the sleeves I wore had a thumb hole. I ran down the stairs and missed a step, landing on my already bruised bottom. “Ouch!”
“You OK?” Libby shouted up and I grumbled to myself “YES!” I guessed it was going to be one of those days.
I took me another fifteen minutes to get away from Libby doing the whole mothering thing. “I have done this before Libs, it will be fine. I'm not going to freak out or anything, scouts honour.” I gave a little salute and made for the door. Poor RJ had been waiting for that long she had cut the engine.
“Sorry about that, my sister can be a little...neurotic at times.” I