Stolen Haven

Chapter One

Brushing shoulders with people is a day-to-day thing, none of the incidents stick forever, they shouldn't anyways. An exchange of apologies and that's about it. But to him I were air, didn't even look back when our shoulders ever so briefly touched.

He should've heard me gasp, but that even didn't make him look back. I already had his silhouette sculpted in precision. Lean muscled underneath his plain navy-blue sweater and faded blue jeans. His hair an espresso shot, and I bet it smells like it too. Long wavy hair that isn't tamed at all, he couldn't care less about his looks let alone bumping into strangers and continuing about his day. He was tall, but didn't hold confidence in that, he walked slouched. The back of his neck bent ever so slightly, exposing a white t-shirt's collar.

Despite the crowd, I still had my eyes on him. Walking and facing downwards.

I caught up with him and said, "excuse me." No answer. He really can't hear me. Louder this time, "excuse me!" Still air. So, I held his arm for him to stop walking.

And he did. He looked at me with empty features, with zero confusion. Or maybe there was something that I couldn't read because it was dulled down by blue eyes that I'm sure holds a lot captive. It was the horizon in between a grey stormy sky and a saturated cool toned blue of an angry ocean. I hear the distant storm in his eyes, very distant but loud against the portal to another world. This.

He rolled his eyes stirring the storm and shutting them, nearly grounding me. It brought me back to where I was, that boy brushed shoulders with me and didn't say anything. He sighed frustration, opening his eyes but tiredness weighed down his lids, "yeah?" His vocal cords collected dust because his voice came out raspy and dark.

"Yeah?! What do you mean yeah?!" I had to somewhat glance up to look at him. Studied his unmoving features, carefully carved cheeks, long neck with a prominent Adam's apple and on that neck hung a thin chain. "You brushed shoulders with me! Aren't you going to say anything?!"

"Do I know you?" He asked, with furrowed brows.

"No?! Which is worse for your info."

"What's asked from me?"

"What do you mean?! Shouldn't you apologize?"

"For brushing shoulders with you?"

"Yes! Normal people do that."

"They do? Then I'm not normal."

"You should really apologize."

"I won't," I think he enjoyed witnessing me furious because he smirked somewhat. "Step aside, nameless angry girl, I have a class to catch up to."

"I do too."

"Then lets part ways, shortie."

"Apologize for that right now."

"I didn't lie though. Blondie works?"

I moved my eyes all along his profile, he had one thing to do. Simply, I stepped away from him holding a meaningless grudge.

"Oh," he raised his voice, but I didn't turn just like he did the first time, "I'm sorry for not being sorry for brushing shoulders with you, blondie. Kind of have something messing up with my emotions meter. Spare me."

***

I reached class right before the lecture started, was never a minute late or on time. I would've been there earlier if it weren't for that awful encounter.

My seat was occupied, all the front rows were. The professor started and I can't interrupt or talk to the girl in my seat. Then again, I can't bare sitting behind. But I also can't skip Behavioral Biology.