Shock Therapy

4.

The tiredness in his face turned into shock when he turned on the lights. I would be shocked too if some girl who you didn't know had an unhealthy amount of food in front of her and a apple in her mouth. The guy was tall, had light blonde cropped hair, and a sharp jawline with some stubble. He wore a pair of red plaid pajama pants and a black form fitting t-shirt.

"Whatcha doing?" he asked with a southern accent. Why was it always the hot guys I embaress myself in front of?

"I really don't know to be honest." I said. I just picked out whatever looked appatizing. Which was everything.

"I can make you something, if you want." A hot guy offering to make me food? I must be dreaming.

"Only if you want to. I thought I was alone." I said taking a bite of the green apple.

"Nah, its okay." He said. "I come down here to get food too. Not the only one." His smile could light up New York City. It was heart-warming.

The guy started moving around in the kitchen, putting things away. When he came back only a few things were left on the table. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Clara." I said watcing as he placed some sauces and spices into a small bowl. I took another bite of my apple.

"So your the girl everyone's talking about." People were talking about me? "Just kidding. I overheard Storm talking about you with the Professor."

"Oh." I said. "Who's Storm?"

"She's one of the teachers here." He spread the mixture over the two slices of whole wheat bread. "She can control weather." He started placing some spinich, kale, tomatos and other vegetables I didn't recognize in between the two bread slices. He placed the finished sandwitch onto a clean plate and set it in front of me. I finished off my apple core and set it to the side.

"Thank you, uh..."

"Dean." he said with his southern drawl. This guy is probably a ladies-man.

I took a bite of Dean's sandwitch and my eyes widened. This was the best sandwitch I've ever tasted. Whatever sauces and spices he used to make this, genius. He placed the food back where it belonged and I accidedntly slipped out a groan. The food was that good.

A deep rumble erupted from his chest. "Glad you like it."

My cheekes reddened with embarresment. I've never done that in front of someone. This guy was to sexy to look at. My cheeks heated up even more. I finished off the sandwitch and placed the plate in the sink behind me.

"Thank you Dean." I said.

"No problem." He said. "I would make a pretty girl food any time." He thinks I'm pretty?

"I'll see you around." I said and walked out of the kitchen.

It was weird. No one had ever genually complemented me like that before. It was nice knowing that guys were only calling you hot so they could have sex with you and not talk to you again. This guy seemed generally intrested and that one compliment ment so much to me. I didn't know a guy could do that to me.

When I re-entered my hallway, the snoring guy's door was still open. As I got closer, I noticed Logan standing in the doorframe.

"Late night snack?" he asked chewing on a cheap cigar. Is he even allowed to do that in here?

"How did you-"

"Animalistic hearing." he said tapping his ear.

"Ah." I said. "Look, I'm tired and I just want to get some sleep."

"I can tell. You took quite a beating today." He smirked.

I reached the door to my room and when I turned, Logan was still staring at me from his doorway. "I'll see you in the morning." He then retreated back into his room and shut his door.

...

"C'mon Clarissa." Demetria said as she ran across the sand. I was thirteen and mom and dad took us to one of the beaches in Portland. Mom and dad were going to meet up with some people so they left us to play in the murkey cold ocean water. Not where I would want to play.

"I told you to call me Clara." I said stomping my feet on the sand, kicking it in different directions. I don't like Clarissa. It sounds like a name an old fat woman would have.

"I just want to look at the starfish." Demetria pouted. Even though shes a year older than me, she is very stubborn.

I gave in and ran after her to the rocky shore line. Not a lot of kids played here, I thought. We were the only ones here. The rocks looked very hard to walk on. I tugged my coat closer as Demetria climbed up the jagged rocks.

"Don't be such a scaredy cat." she teased as she climbed to the top.

"I'm not a scaredy cat!" I said and started to climb after her. Demetria was already at the top, waiting to watch me fail. She does that sometimes. Challenges me to do something I can't do, but my stubborness doesn't want to be defeated.

As I got closer to her, my rubber boot slipped from under me and I was dangling by my hands. I screamed for her to help me but all she did was stand there. She soon got out of it and reached a hand out to me.

"I'm not going to let you fall." She said with tears down her cheeks. I took a risk and grabbed her hand. She used her other hand to pull my wrist and pulled me up on top with her. There was a loud sound once I stood on the rocks. Demetira pulled her hand away from mine to reveal a big red mark on her hand.

"You almost died and you shock me?" She spat.

"I didn't mean to." I said. "I'm sorry."

Then she hugged me.

I sat up in my bed with my hand on my chest. It was just a memory, I told myself.

Just a memory.