A part of me felt terribly bad, another part tried to understand. Tomorrow is another day and I’m gonna see him all I want.
‘it’s time you start putting your life together, Lexy’ my inner voice interrupted my thoughts, bringing my attention back to Adam as I laid down on my bed, face buried deep inside my pillow.
I felt my stomach rumble as I laid still. I do not regret putting down Adam’s offer to go for a dinner but now I wished he’d come back and ask me again. I’d definitely say yes. Especially since I’d be staying home alone tonight.
I turned around, laid on my back and stared up at the ceiling. I puffed some air to get my hair off my face. Then I decided I wasn’t gonna sleep on an empty stomach. I jolted up, changed my clothes and went out. I should probably get myself a nice car now. Walking out, I caught sight of Adam’s house from across. His eyes is just like mine, it’s lights seeping out through the window. The house was once occupied by the Benjamin family. I used to go to highschool with their son, Jimmy who was a hundred percent need and a fifty percent troublemaker. I shook my head at the memory before walking along the pavement to catch a taxi.
Getting into the cab, I realized that I should’ve just ordered for pizza. But on a second thought, I wasn’t a big fan of pizzas.
I dropped at the nearest eatery and ordered french fries and crumbled eggs. I decided to sit outside, enjoying the night’s crispy cold and the colored lights standing out with the moving people. This was just what I needed.
Sitting there, minding my own business and chewing on my fries, I zoned out, thinking about the last few choices I’ve made in my life. Had I made the wrong decision to come here to work? No, no, no. This is where I should be. I’m not gonna let a single lonely night make me think otherwise.
I grabbed my drink and dragged it through the cup’s straw into my mouth as I continued to look into thin air, chewing absent mindedly.
“Did you watch the news last night?” A young masculine voice said from the far side at my back.
“What news?” Another masculine voice replied.
“The news about the suspicious movements detected at the end of the railway, near the new construction site last night, ” he replied, then lowered his voice conspiratorially and added ” they said the security camera caught a creature. They said it was a werewolf ”
I found myself leaning back to listen on their conversation.
“Come on man,” the second guy replied, a hint of mockery in his voice “you don’t actually believe that, do you?”
“I don’t know, man. I think I do”
” I think your mom’s gotten into your head. She’s a fucking journalist, she’ll say whatever the media tells her to”
“Yeah. . . . . . . I think you’re right”
“No, I’m always right dude”
Huh. Why the hell am I listening anyways?
“You don’t actually believe what that kid just said , do you?” A deep, masculine voice says from in front of me, causing me to look up from the straw in my mouth to find a pair of glowing brown eyes staring at me. I almost choked on my drink from the impact of his eyes.
I forced my gaze away immediately, not really knowing why I did that or what called for that but I felt I needed to shield myself from those eyes. After regaining myself, I looked back at him, seeing the smile on his lips as his eyes still watched me. On one of his hands was a trey of food.
Putting down my beverage, I replied ” of course not”
He pulls the empty chair in front of me and sits down, gently putting down his trey of food on my table.
“Why not?” He asked.
I felt the urge to roll my eyes at him but I stopped myself from doing that and instead, shrugged my shoulders.
I looked up to find his eyes still watching me intensely, the creaminess of his eyes seeming to pour onto me. Suddenly, I was wrapped up in his eyes, staring hard like they had some hidden messages in them. I breathed slowly, the spaces suddenly seeming so stuffy and like I needed more air.
Breaking eyes from his, I asked ” don’t tell me you believe in those things”
He doesn’t say anything, and instead just watched me, a long smile on his lips. My eyes drops to his lips, savoured it’s pale color, melted in its smoothness and just like that I actually wondered how they’d feel pressed against mine. Shit. What has gotten into me?!
I opened my mouth to speak but was stopped by the shot of pain that ran through my head. I crouched my head with my hand and yelped in pain.
“Are you alright?” The guy sitting across asks, concerning in his voice but I couldn’t say anything. All I could feel that moment was the pain coursing through the side of my head.
“Hey” he called again, and I felt his hand touch my hand holding my head. The second I felt the warmness of his skin against mine, I thought the pain leveled a great length, sending a strange sensation pouring all over the back of my palm. I looked up, the pain seeming to disappear slowly and I brushed back my hairs from my face to see his face.
He stared at me, a mixture of fear and pity in his eyes as they watched me.
“Are you okay?” He asked again.
“Yes” I replied, standing up. I really need to get myself checked up soon. I couldn’t take this anymore.
I found myself stepping off the pavement and hailing a taxi. One time I was seeing a blurry image of a car slowering towards me and the next I was being immersed in a complete darkness.
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I peeled my eyes open to a dimly lit room. I felt strange, not a bad kind of strange but a good kind of strange. I pulled myself up into a sitting position on my bed. I looked around to see that I was in my bedroom. Pushing back my hair with my hand, I reached to my bedside table to pick up my phone.
8:37a. m.
Damn, I slept for so long. I pushed off the duvet from my legs and threw myself over to the floor. That’s when the question occurred to me. Who put me to bed?
Last night I’d gone to eat at a dinner and then. . . . . I started talking with this guy, before which I suddenly started feeling uneasy and had to leave to get a cab home.
I dropped my phone back on the bedside table, and my eyes caught something. A small piece of paper with words written in a deep black ink. It was hand written.
I picked it up and read it:
*I hope you feel better now.*
*Guy from the diner*
A smile crossed my lips after I read the message. He was a real gentleman huh?. I read it again for a while before folding it and placing it on my table before walking over to the bed.
I carried myself from the bed and walked out into the sitting room. The place was quiet. Dad wasn’t back yet.
“Just great”. I muttered to myself.
I took a quick shower and dressed up in a skinny faded blue jeans and a yellow top with my dark blue tailored female suit. I ran a comb through my hair before stepping out to catch a cab and go for grocery shopping.
The instant I locked the door and turned around, I saw Adam walking down the steps of his house. He sees me and smiles, putting up his hand to wave me. I smiled and waved back. He stops before his sidewalk and yelled to me, “where you goiwin’?”
“Grocery!” I yelled back.
He shakes his head mockingly before crossing over to me.
“Well good morning there” he greets.
“Good morning,” I replied, brushing back my falling hairs as I slowly continued walking. He walks beside me.
“An early morning for groceries, I see” he comments.
“Yeah,” I replied “need to make something special for my dad when he gets back from the hospital”
“He still at the hospital?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry, I should’ve just agreed to grab dinner with you last night”
“It’s totally okay, Lexy. So what are you doing later?”
“I don’t really know yet. I was thinking of doing some real personal things later and have a great time with dad when he gets back”
“Ah, daddy’s girl, I see”
“No’www,” I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment”
“Yeah” he laughs quietly.
“When did you move here?” I asked as the walk started getting awkward. We were still gonna walk for another twenty minutes before I can get into the open street and catch a taxi anyways. Enough time to talk.
“Three years ago,” he replied, sliding his hands into his green jacket’s front pockets “I’m mostly never around though. I’m just on a short holiday”
“From what?”
“University”
I turned a look at him, unbelievably. He’s going to college?
“What about you?”
“Oh. . . . I. . . graduated”
“Really? That’s cool. From where?”
“Cambridge Medical school”
“Damn it, girl, that’s so sleek. Doctor Lexy”
I laughed ” come on, don’t be like that”
“I guess that explains why you’re never here”
“Exactly,” I chuckled lightly ” so which university do you go to?”
“Stanford”
“Look at that. What’s your major?”
“Law”
“Uww will you look at that? Your honor”
He cracks up laughter before stopping at the end of the pavement, where I would easily catch a cab. I turned to face him, the grin still big on my face and said, “I’m going from here, Adam. Thanks for walking me”
“No problem. I guess I’ll see you later then”
“Yeah” I watched him turn around before I stopped a taxi and got in.
I stopped at one of the grocery stores. There was so much to buy and I didn’t know if I was gonna be able to buy them all today. I took a trolley and wheeled it around the shelves, picking foodstuffs.
I stopped before the cheese sections, contemplating on which type of cheese to pick when I suddenly felt like I’m being watched. I slowly turned under my hair but there wasn’t anybody out of the ordinary watching me. The woman behind me was busy selecting foodstuffs from the shelf and her little daughter stood right next to her. She was the only one here with me.
Looking back to my shelf, I shook my head. I’m just being paranoid right now.
But just as soon as I looked forward again, I felt like I’m being watched again.
I hurried picked out my stuffs and walked over to the cashier to pay up. After paying and getting my things packed into bags, I hurried out of the store, looking back severally to perhaps catch the stalker before catching a cab and hurrying back home.
Am I going crazy or just being paranoid.
This was the time when I actually think about the dream I’d had about my dead mother in school.
How is it possible to dream about somebody I’d never seen before?