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I had a hard time choosing a chapter title for this chapter!
On to the story and I hope you like it!
Chapter 3: Beauty and the Beast
It has been a week after the incident involving a robber and a black-haired, blue-eyed guy named Cole. I don't know why, but that dude keeps coming back to my head, and I have no intention of finding out. That is not the only weird thing that has been happening. I feel like I'm being watched. I'm probably just paranoid since one of my nightmares came true, but I have this sneaking suspicion in my subconscious that I was right.
When I went out shopping the other day and when I went in a boutique, a guy also went in. You're probably thinking, 'The guy is probably just waiting for someone who was also shopping there Crystal.' Yeah, yeah, but no, when I went out of the boutique, he also went out, and when I went inside another one, he also went inside!
It's creeping me out to the extent that I bought extra bolt and locks when I went grocery shopping yesterday for the remaining things that I still haven't bought. I didn't encounter Cole again, thankfully. This was a big city Crystal! The probability of seeing someone twice by coincidence was very small.
Tomorrow is the big day! Tomorrow is the first day of school, or do I say college? I just woke up and I'm currently cooking myself breakfast, pancakes with honey ad blueberries, delicious.
I just finished eating when my phone rang.
"Hey Jay! Hey that rhymes!" I greet on my phone then I giggle with my joke. I was that funny. Nah, just kidding.
"Hey Goldie," a feminine voice greets me on the phone.
"I'm not blonde Diana! Why do you have Jayden's phone, anyway?" Diana calls me Goldie, not because of my hair; I'm brunette, mind you, but because of my eyes. Twisted sense of logic, I know. That's Diana for you.
"Tsk. Tsk. You're just been gone for a week and you already forgot Jay and I's tradition. It's that time of the month Crystal." I roll my eyes even though she can't see me. For all you pervs out there, she means time of the month for their tradition. They exchange phones and use it as their own. Not that it mattered anyway, they were always together. They read it somewhere that it demonstrates trust, and shows that they have no secrets from each other. They were that weird.
"I wasn't even aware when you guys do that." She giggles playfully. "How are the both of you anyway?"
"We both miss you. It's just that we were used to having you that when you're gone, it's just sad," she says sadly.
"It's just the same for me here, Diana."
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The gloom and homesickness that Diana's call brought in my mood quickly dissipated when I thought of the day tomorrow. I felt excitement coursing through me and the typical questions causing nervousness to also run havoc in my system.
Will I make new friends? Of course I will! It's college! Everyone's going to be looking for a friend.
I woke up with the same enthusiasm with the one I fell asleep with. I checked my phone to see that both Jayden and Diana had texted me their shares of good luck messages. I sent one to both of them since they were also starting their classes today.
We have no actual classes today. There would be just a Freshman Welcome Assembly and a bonfire at the large open area in the middle of the university. It would be very fun and exciting and tomorrow would consist of us going to our classes and the professors introducing themselves and the class they were going to teach, what to expect and all those stuff.
I wore skinny jeans, a pair of sneakers a sleeveless top and a sweater tied loosely around my hips just in case it gets chilly. I packed my bag and got ready to leave the apartment, doing all the checking and turning off the appliances except for the fridge, of course.
I walked towards the school. It was a fifteen-minute walk, but it was still early (Yes, I was that excited), and the weather was not that bad. Immediately, I felt eyes on me. See, what did I tell you? It wasn't the stare-because-she's-new stare, but the I'm-watching-you stare. It was starting to creep the hell out of me.
I finally arrived at the university (at last), and I knew that my decision to walk to the uni was a bad idea, but as I went in the unnerving stare that I felt was gone. Gosh, I belong in the mental hospital if I keep talking like a psychic all of a sudden.
I must have been thinking so deeply that I didn't see the guy blocking my way. I bumped into him and was about to stagger backwards if he hadn't held on to my arm. As soon as he touched me though, tingles exploded on my skin. I know this feeling. When I finally realized it, my head snapped upwards to look at the dude who was still holding my arms.
"Must be thinking so hard to notice me, eh?" Gosh, his voice was as honey-like as I remember, not that I was thinking of his voice in the past week.
Gathering all of my bearings, I finally noticed responded, "you noticed me coming towards you?" I ask with a hint of snarkiness.
"Of course, who wouldn't notice you? Not that they are allowed to, anyway."He muttered the last part, but I still heard it, but nonetheless, I blushed at his first statement. Who wouldn't?
"You should've just got out of my way then."
"Hmm, I should have," was this guy playing with me or something? "But it wouldn't have that fairytale touch to it if I did right?" This guy is totally playing with me, and it's starting to get to my nerves. I hated dudes who were arrogant. We already had a lot of those in Michigan thinking they own the place.
So instead of responding to him, I merely sidestepped out of his way and continued towards my destination through this time I was now aware of the people around me to prevent the same thing happening again.
"Wait Crystal!" And there it is. Would this guy just get out of my hair? I know he's hot and everything, but it's currently annoying the hell out of me. He was that hot, mind you.
I suddenly felt a hand on my arm and tingles going along with it, no they are more like sparks. I turned around and asked him, "Do you have like electricity going through your body or something?"
His face looked confused then it morphed into a smirk. "Why? Do you feel the sparks?"
I was caught off guard by the question. "Sparks?"
"Yeah, you know in chemistry. When you are perfectly compatible with each other, you create sparks." He said with a smirk still on his face.
"Idiot. How did you even get to uni with that idea?" I walked away once again fed up with his idiocy.
"Hey, wait! Crystal, would you stop walking away from me?!"His voice contained an order that made my body acknowledge it, so I stopped. I felt tears gathering in my eyes, but I restrained it.
"Finally, you stopped." He stood in front of me. I hunched my shoulder in defeat and bowed my head down. I don't know what was going on, but it fueled my dislike for this man. "Hey, you okay?" He said holding his hand out and lifting my face by putting his hand under my chin so I was looking at him.
"Never talk like that to me again."I say weakly, still unsure of what was going on with my body and its response to Cole's words.
He considerably paled, "I'm sorry. I never meant for it to sound like that. I feel like an asshole right now,"
"You are an asshole." I say without malice because he hadn't really done anything to me. It was just my body reacting weirdly to him. He smiled sadly, but didn't say anything, just looking into my face with his hand creeping from my chin to my cheek. I hated his sad smile. I wanted a happy smile to be on his face. "It's fine really. You don't have to feel guilty when you haven't done anything." I am a such a weird person.
"I'm still guilty."
"You don't have to be." I smiled at him slightly.
"Hey Crystal, I was wondering,"
"Wondering what?" I tilt my hand to the side in question which made him drop his hand from my face. I resisted putting it back there because it felt so comfortable for it to be there.
"Do you want to hang out sometime?" He said rubbing the back of his neck which made his whole stance scream nervousness. It also made him so cute.
"You mean like a date?" I say with a slight smile on my face even though inside I was pretty much freaking out.
"If you want it to be," he says vaguely
"Well, I don't really do dates," I say.
"Why not?" He almost sounded whiny and my smile grew bigger at his tone.
"Not really looking for relationships." I shrug and say simply.
"Hanging out then?"He says.
"Okay sure."
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Hey guys Cleo here. A little note about the freshman welcome assembly that I've written. I do not actually know if that is how NYU does their first day, and I was about to research it, but thought, this is a work of fiction so everything goes by my say. Thank you!
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