my life! They were all looking at me now like I was crazy and I was no stranger to those looks.
I shifted in my seat as they all waited for me to elaborate.
“What I meant to say is that there was a death in the family and well I kind of don’t want to talk about it.” I said this last part trying not to sound rude but still wanting to get the message across.
“Who?” of course that question came from RJ, who else would be so blatantly nosy.
“God sis, get a clue, she doesn’t want to talk about it durr!” Saved by the lovely Jack.
“Ok ok…sorry,” this last statement aimed at me.
“No problem, anyway it was no way as cool as this place, did you see the size of that gym?” I knew this would get the conversation rolling again as I had overheard Lanie saying the same thing to Jack on the way here…It worked.
Chapter 10 – New Friend
Introduction to Historical Thinking was my next class. I grabbed my map out of my bag and found a quiet corner to read it. All my classes had names of buildings and room numbers next to them to make it easier. But easier it was not. The place was as large as a town. It would take me half an hour to walk from one class to the next. Luckily I had a few free periods between classes so made it on time but there was nothing free about them.
The first few days had been hectic but to be honest I had loved every minute of it. For the first time I had found that I didn’t have chance to think of anything else but class. History, Spanish and English Lit had been whirling around my head for three days, leaving no room for anything else. The only time that didn’t belong to my own mind was in my dreams.
My dreams still held that one face, as though burned into the very core of me. It was as if something else controlled me, planting images and fantasies that seemed so real I would wake to find myself asking if he was still there. I would find myself going to bed early just to dream of him and then wake in a blissful state of euphoria, though this made it all that much harder going to work. I would fixate on the staircase using every ounce of self-control I had to not going running up there and make a fool of myself. I hadn’t seen him since that first night he had arrived, but in my dreams he had not faded. If anything he was getting clearer.
The dreams varied slightly but the concept remained the same. He would always come to me in my bedroom. I would wake (in my dream) to find him there at a distance watching me. I was never scared but I was always wary. After all there was a strange man that I knew hardly anything about sat at my window seat or standing by my desk staring at me.
He was always so perfect. Like a living statue you would have found at the Trevi Fountain in Rome. I would find myself staring back trying to make out every detail but the moonlight was never enough. I would start to pull my body up to get a better look but that was when he would move or more like glide, transporting somehow, as I could never make out the image of him getting to my side.
I would freeze, locked in his penetrating gaze. He would smile preventing my heart and lungs from working together. I held my breath waiting for the next part I knew was coming. He would raise his hand and touch my cheek with the back of his fingers. His hand was always so soft, like velvet or flower petals but I didn’t understand how, when I could finally focus on them, they looked too strong to be so gentle. He traced the line of my blushed cheek all the way to my chin, lifting it slightly when he got there, leaving a warm trail on my skin. He tilted my head closer to his face and I could feel his breath. It was cool like the fresh air when it snows and smelled like nothing I had ever encountered before. It was hypnotic and I felt my head spin with every breath I would take.
His face would be very close now and