TwoA Chapter by T.M. LoftisChapter 2
I
get the last pair of my sneakers situated in their place in my closet and close
the door. It has not taken much time at all to unpack my belongings and put my
clothes away. A thrill of excitement bursts through me as I face the empty
bookcase and the large box containing my books. I
carefully slide scissors through the tape on the top of the box trying to avoid
any damage to my books, flip open the flaps, and smile with satisfaction at the
sight of all of my books"perfectly safe in every way. My
heart skips a beat at the sight of the book on the very top. It’s my mom’s copy
of Wuthering Heights"her favorite book and mine. I gently place my hand
on its cover and run my fingers over the worn, well-read paperback. I pick up
the book and cradle it to my chest. I miss my mom so much. Turning
it around and looking at the back of the paperback, I run my fingers along its
frayed pages. I open it to where my mom’s bookmark is held between to pages,
marking her favorite line from the novel. I scan my finger under the line as I
read softly to myself, “If all else perished, and he remained, I should
still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the
universe would turn to a mighty stranger.” For
a moment, I wonder what it would be like to feel a love that powerful. I wonder
if my mom ever loved like that. I
place the bookmark back between the pages and carry the beloved book to the
bookcase. Figuring out how to arrange a bookcase is never a simple task for me.
Every bookcase has its own personality and sometimes it can take me a while
before I figure out just what that is. I
carefully place my mom’s novel in the middle of the top shelf and decide to
work from there. I pull my books from the box and arrange them around Wuthering
Heights. There’s no particular method to the arrangement, I’m just going
with what feels right. After
finally getting my books unpacked, I stand back and admire the masterpiece.
Every shelf is full of perfectly arranged books. The sight brings a smile to my
face. I
turn around and contemplate what to do next. I decide to revisit my closet. I
still can’t get over the size of it. My clothes and shoes only take up a tiny
portion of it which means I have the possibility to expand my wardrobe options
beyond my usual uniform of jeans, t-shirts, and sneakers. Sure, Cailan. Like you’d ever dress like those other
girls. You can’t even walk in heels. Okay,
so maybe not. I am tall and thin, and can probably wear most types of fashion,
but my personal style is more tomboyish. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about
looking good"I just don’t understand why anyone would feel the need to prance
around in six inch heels all day long. I mean, what do you get out of it? Blisters and sprained ankles… Taking
one last look around the enormous closet and deciding to save my potential
fashion crisis for another day, I switch the light off and head back to the
main room where I left my welcome packet lying on the coffee table. I
take a seat in the middle of the plush leather sofa, grab the large yellow
envelope from the glass topped coffee table, and open the clasp. I peer into
the envelope and see that it’s full of papers. I turn it upside down and dump
the contents onto the table. The papers scatter across the slick glass surface.
As
I scan through the various pages of information my eyes land on a sheet listing
a schedule of events for today. According to this, residence hall check-in ends
at 3:30 p.m. and at 4:00 we are to report to the downstair’s office again in
order to have our student identification cards made. Joy,
joy. More lines, more people, and I get to take a picture that will be
permanently plastered on my I.D."looking like I just crawled out from under a
rock. I
look down at my watch and see that it is just past four. I guess this means
it’s time to get down there. I’m positive there is already a line full of
people. Feeling
the exhaustion of the day wearing on me, I peel myself off of the sofa and head
towards the bathroom. I
notice that my roommate, whoever she is, already has her things occupying the
sink and vanity area closest to her room. I
unzip my small overnight bag and begin to unpack my toiletry items. I don’t
really have that much, just a few hair and personal care items, some face and
body wash, and what little bit of makeup I actually wear. Once
I am done putting away all of my items, I gaze at my reflection in the mirror.
My blue-grey eyes, which are almost too large for my face, have faint smudges
of mascara under the bottom lash lines from crying. My disheveled hair has even
more layers that have come loose from the ponytail it is in. I look like I
feel, emotionally and physically drained. Pulling
a tissue from a box sitting on the vanity between the sinks, I swipe it gently
under each eye, ridding them from the black smudges. I release my long hair
from the ponytail and run my brush through it, the bright lights above the
mirror on the wall make the strands of fiery red, my mother’s red, shine within
the auburn. I
take one final look in the mirror and decide to pop a light shade of rosy pink
lip gloss on my lips. I have very fair skin, I don’t want to look like a
vampire in my I.D. picture if I can help it. I’m hoping a little color on my
face will help with that. I
take one final look in the mirror. The small turquoise stone of my mother’s is
nestled just below my collar bone. Its vibrant hue is a stark contrast to my
porcelain skin. My grey tank top still has spots of dirt on it from moving the
boxes. I quickly dust myself off. Well,
this is as good as it is going to get. Maybe the camera will be forgiving. I
make my way back to my bedroom and pick my phone up off of my desk. Quickly
checking my home screen to see if I have any missed messages and not seeing
any, I shove it in the back pocket of my shorts, grab my keys, and head out of
my suite. The
hallway is now empty. I think I may be one of the only freshmen that moved in
on this floor. My chucks squeak as I walk down the gleaming marble floor of the
hallway. I pause for a moment in front of the large
mirror on the wall and stare at my reflection. I’ve come a long way since I was
that broken ten year-old girl trying to understand how life could be so cruel.
The shadows that made their homes under my eyes for so many years have
disappeared. The sadness that glossed my eyes"my old eyes"has been replaced by
something different. Life. I
gently rub the pendant of my mom’s necklace between two fingers as I take one
final look in the mirror. I am certainly not the most beautiful girl walking
this campus, and definitely not the wealthiest, but I’m here nonetheless. I
earned this. The
biggest adventure of my life is here, now. This is where I become who and what
I have always meant to be. I’m going to get a great education, get prepared for
the profession I’ve always dreamed of, make lifelong friends, and maybe, just
maybe, find the guy I’ve always dreamed about. Who says I can’t have it all? Smiling
to myself after that last thought, I force myself to dismiss it. I mean, let’s
not get too carried away. I’ve never really had a serious relationship
before. In fact, I’ve never been in love. While most of my high school friends
were in and out of love on a daily basis, I was more focused on school and sports.
Being
in a relationship in high school wasn’t really on my radar. It didn’t help that
our choices were limited. The school in Mesa is very small, there were only
twenty-one students in my senior class and just over one hundred students in
our entire high school. I had a lot of guys who were friends but none that were
boyfriend material. I turn and head to the stairs. Making
my way down the three flights of stairs and to the lobby of Wheeler Hall, I
noticed that things have indeed settled down. There are a few girls standing
around chatting with each other, but not anything like the craze that occupied
this space earlier. Passing
two girls standing near the stairwell of the basement, I make eye contact with
each of them and smile. Half smiles form on their faces but their eyes tell
different stories as they silently judge me. One of these things is not like the others"and I’m
assuming that one thing is Cailan. I’m
really hoping that neither one of those girls is my roommate. I
just need to keep being myself. I know that this won’t be easy. I know
that because of who I am and where I come from that I have to fight some
battles others will never have to. I need to remember to let my actions do my
speaking. Then I’ll see who is leading the pack in four years. I
amble down the stairs to the basement thinking about how long four years
really is. The
office lobby, once loaded to the brim with students getting their room
assignments, has now cleared out. Sighing with the relief of not having to wait
in another long line, I walk over to a table that has been set up across from
the office windows. I
make my way towards a middle-aged woman sitting in a chair at one end of the
table. “Hi,”
I say, straightening my posture. “My name is Cailan. I here to get my I.D.
made.” “Good
afternoon, Cailan. Please take one of these forms and a pen and fill out the
required information. Once you complete this form, you will move to the next
table where your picture will be taken for your I.D.,” she says with a kind smile
and raspy voice. I
pick up the form and quickly scan the room. I spy an empty chair in the corner
nearest the stairwell and make my way to it. After
completing the form, I double check it to make sure everything is accurate. I’d
hate to get an I.D. with my name spelled wrong. I don’t even want to think
about the process it would take to get it corrected. Satisfied that all of my
information is correct, I sign my name at the bottom. I
can see that there are a few girls in the line waiting to get their pictures
made. I move to join them. I don’t want to be down here any longer than I have
to. These
girls. Do they think they are competing in a beauty pageant down here? You can
peel the layers of makeup right off their faces. And the tight, mini denim skirts
with sky high heels. It’s just a picture. Of your faces. I
bite my tongue and try to stifle a giggle that escapes me at the ridiculous
sight. One of the girls turns to look at me. I quickly glance down trying not
to make eye contact. I don’t need to make any enemies on the first day. The
line moves and now there are only two more girls ahead of me. The
hairs on the back of my neck begin to rise. A faint tingling sensation runs the
length of spine and spiders across my shoulders. Not
again. Recalling
the similar feeling that occurred during my earlier encounter with the
ever-lovely Mr. TDH, I freeze. Panic washes over me. I can’t decide if I want
to look and find out if he is indeed somewhere here or make a run for the
stairs and go back to my room. Don’t you dare look. My
inner-self knows better than to give that him the satisfaction of knowing that
he affects me in some way. But the willpower to resist the impulse doesn’t
exist. I
turn around cautiously, not knowing what to expect. My eyes lock on a deep blue
predatory stare and a face of stone. My
whole body is screaming at me to run but I fight the urge and hold my ground. If
you can stare, I can too. His
mask breaks.The corner of his lips show a shadow of faint half smile. A dimple
forms on his angular face. The
look vanishes just as quickly as it appeared. His
lips become straight, thin lines. His brows narrow. Here
we go again. Are you on your man-period? He
holds his eyes steadily on mine as the seconds tick by, daring me to look away
first. I’m locked in a trance that I can’t shake. My lips part as I take in a
shaky breath. I swallow as my mouth suddenly feels dry. His
eyes continue to bear into mine. Demanding to see the pages of my soul,
demanding dominance. The
silver rings around his pupils flicker faintly. His jaw tenses. I must be seeing things. After all, it’s been
a long day. But I can’t break away from his eyes. No, Cailan. You saw what you saw… “Next,”
the man operating the camera calls out. I
don’t hear him. I don’t notice anything else around me. “Next!”
He raises his voice and it echoes throughout the lobby. Everyone
turns and looks at me. Mr.
TDH offers a hint of a lopsided grin, breaking me from the trance. I
finally regain my focus and turn to face the man. How
embarrassing. “Sorry,”
I murmur. I don’t want any more attention on me. I just want to get this done
and get away from this basement and that guy. I
hand my form over to the man and he scans it quickly. “Is
all of the information correct?” “Yes,
sir.” My voice is barely a squeak. “Alright,
Cailan,” he says as he looks at the paper one last time. “Please stand on the
small black X, face the camera, and on the count of three I will snap
your picture.” I
stand on the X. “Okay,
now look at the camera. Ready?” I
force a smile. After all, I’ll be stuck with this I.D. for four years and I
want to remember my first day at Aspen Springs University as a happy one. The
man begins counting, “one, two…” Goosebumps
dot my skin. “…three.” I
try to hold my smile. The
camera flashes and the picture is done. I
hesitate to leave the X because I know that he is watching me
with those eyes. Starlight
on a midnight sky… All
signs are pointing to danger and screaming"stay away. But here I am,
drawn in by this strange feeling and those eyes. The
man looks up from his computer screen and motions towards the office window. “Go
on over to the office, they’ll have your identification card printed and ready
for you,” he says. “Thank
you,” I reply wearily. Going back to the office window means walking right back
into Mr. TDH’s game. With
a sigh, I turn and head towards the office window. Mr.
TDH is currently flirting with another Barbie doll. She’s twirling her long,
dark hair around a finger and giggling about something. He’s
speaking to her quietly with a feral grin on his face. His perfectly white
teeth are gleaming like that of a predator chasing its prey. He leans in closer
to her, reaches for a section of her hair that’s fallen over her left eye, and
very gently takes it and places it behind her ear. He keeps his hand there for
a moment, well aware that I’m now in his line. I’m not sure if he’s teasing her
or me. Something flies
through my veins and knots in my stomach. Really, Cailan. Jealous much? I
realize that I am jealous. I have no idea why. I can’t help but imagine what it
would be like to have his fingers running through my hair, and me to be the
reason for that disarming smile of his. Instead, all I get are death glares. I
have officially gone bat s**t crazy. The
girl continues to lean against the counter, doing everything in her power to
keep his attention on her. I
take a few steps forward, moving closer to her. She’s
still babbling on about God knows what when Mr. TDH sets his smoldering gaze on
me. His eyes slide down the length of my body, slowly and lazily returning to
mine. Starlight
on a midnight sky… I
freeze. My breath rushes from me. The unbearable fire of jealously building
inside of me is so intense it feels like I may self-combust. My
pulse quickens and my eyes widen as I try my hardest to keep my composure. The
sensible part of me wants to run away as quickly as I can. I know better than
to get caught up in whatever this is with this guy. The sensible part of
me knows that nothing good can from this. Danger flashes in my
mind. Danger.
Danger. Danger. The
foolish side of me, which just so happens to be the side of me winning the
battle, is demanding that I stay. It’s demanding that I show no weakness to his
alpha persona. Those
eyes. They’re the ending, the beginning, and the eternity between. My
reverie is broken as the girl, who has succeeded in captivating him, realizes
that his focus is no longer on her. She flips her long dark hair over her
shoulder and stomps off, her sky high heels clacking against the
lustrous hardwood floors. She grabs another girl"her friend"by the arm and
drags her out of the office and toward the elevator. She offers one last heated
glance over her shoulder at the two of us before pulling her friend into the
elevator and closing the door. Swallowing
a small gulp, I take another step towards the office window. Oh,
God help me. Midnight
eyes consume me. The knot of flames burning in my stomach turns
to butterflies as it twists and takes flight throughout my body. My flight or
fight response is waging a silent war within me. I straighten my posture and slightly raise my
chin. I need to prove to myself that he can’t intimidate me. He
stands from leaning on the window counter. My eyes roam the entirety of his
lean and powerful body. He is literally the most beautiful male I have
ever seen. Tall, at least six foot-four. His inky hair is wild as pieces of it
fall over his forehead and shine with hints of midnight blue. I’m
so close to him that I can make out the scrolling script of the words President’s
Select written down the length of a navy lanyard he’s wearing around his
neck. The badge clipped to it is turned around backwards so I can’t see his
name. President’s
Select. So that means he is a student here. I
remember hearing about the President’s Select during my orientation back in
June. It is a very exclusive organization open only to top ranking scholars who
are upperclassmen. They are the brightest of the bright and perform various
tasks across the campus, including helping with large events such as move-in
day. Tall,
dark, handsome, and really, really smart… He
crosses his arms across his powerful chest and flexes his muscles. I can see
the scrolling edge of the tattoo on his left forearm again. Holding
my ground, I continue to take in the view that is Mr. TDH. I
imagine running my fingers through that hair. Goosebumps
race each other across my flesh. “Enjoying
the view?” His deep, smooth voice startles me. S**t. Opening
and closing my mouth, I’m at a complete loss for words. I try looking anywhere
but at him. I find myself unable to. My entire being is betraying me. I
try to say something"to say anything. I
don’t. I can’t. What are words? He
flashes me another feral grin, his midnight eyes gleam in the office lighting.
He steps towards the counter and places his hands on his slender hips. “You
know, I’m all for a little show and tell. You’ve just gotta tell me what
exactly it is you want to see,” he croons arrogantly as he arches his perfect
brow. My eyes betray me and fall to his chest. The soft material of his shirt
stretches tightly against his powerful muscles. Everything.
I want to see everything. “Can
I just get my I.D. Please?” I’m surprised to hear that my voice is actually
stronger than expected. Feeling
a slight air of confidence in myself for somewhat standing my ground and
deflecting his remark, I relax a little. I can do this, I can handle him. I’m
one of the most competitive people I know. If it’s a game he wants, then it’s a
game he’s going to get"and I don’t lose. “Your
wish is my command.” I feel the tenor of his voice in my bones. He
turns around and reaches for a stack of printed cards that are laying on a
table behind him. Quickly, he scans through them and turns back around holding
my I.D. between two of his fingers. I think to myself that he should have stayed
that way a little longer. A girl could get used to that view. His
whole body tenses quickly. His midnight eyes fall to mine. “Here’s
your I.D., Cailan,” he says, his voice is clipped and angered. I
furrow my brows at his game, determined not to let him get the best of me. I
summon whatever little bit of courage I have left. “How
do you know my name? You’ve never seen me prior to today, how is it that you know
my name?” My eyes search his beautiful face for an answer. His
jaw tenses as he holds my card just out of reach. His voice is glass when
speaks. “I gave you your welcome packet earlier. I have a good memory. Also,
your photo is on your card along with your name. It’s not rocket science,
Cailan. Let’s pray that’s not your major, or you won’t be hanging around
here very long.” Condescending
prick. Rage
boils within my veins and my eyes fill with a fury. His face is masked but the
silver rings in his eyes blaze and quickly disappear. This
time, he’s the one who breaks away from the pull as he swiftly glances down,
his strong hand pressing on my I.D. as he grips the edge of the counter. Seeing
this as my moment to assert myself, I speak. “No.
No, I am not a rocket science major. I’m an english lit major, but I don’t
expect you to understand anything about that. You don’t seem like the
type of guy who cracks open a book beyond what’s absolutely necessary, if even
then. Oh and by the way, let’s hope your future job doesn’t rely on your people
skills because yours are quite atrocious.” He can stand to be taken down a notch or two.
Or twelve. I revel in the fact that I may have put him in his place. His
hooded glare meets mine, but he remains silent. The hair on the back of my neck
begins to rise again in warning. Tiny sparks race up my spine and flitter
across my shoulders. Still
reeling in my sudden bravery, I reach out to pluck my I.D. from his hand. As I
grab the card, my fingers brush agains the tips of his. I can feel the growing
warmth of his fingertips on mine. Something simmers beneath my flesh.
His eyes widen and he steps back. What
just happened? I
pull my hand back quickly and examine my fingertips. Nothing. But the feeling
the feeling of his touch was anything but normal. I
pick up my card and dare to look back up at him. His
eyes, untamable, challenge me. The blue in them has become clouded making them
appear almost black. The silver rings are a striking contrast to his inky irises. His
powerful arms hang at his sides as he clenches his fists together tightly,
making the lean muscles of his forearms flex and ripple. When
he finally speaks his is voice deep, demanding, and emanating with alpha power.
“Let
me give you a piece of advice. You may be intelligent enough to attend a
university like this, but don’t you ever assume you know anyone’s story.
Nothing and no one are ever what they appear to be. It will do you good
to remember that. Keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll find out very quickly
just how serious I am. You have no clue what you’re walking into. If I were
you, I’d take great concern in I converse with. Danger is always lurking just
under the surface. Be very careful, Cailan.” His
words throw me. What the does any of that mean"is it a threat of some sort? Is
he the danger he warns about? I
try to wrap my mind around his words but every time I do, more questions arise.
I need to get out of here"now. I
don’t speak to him and I don’t give him the chance to say anything else. I
shove my card in my back pocket and make a run for the stairs, not caring who
is watching me at this point. I just have to get out of here"go anywhere. I
sprint up the stairs to the foyer of Wheeler Hall. Finally
reaching the polished marble floor of the foyer I stop to catch my breath and
gather my thoughts. A few girls, who are heading into the dining hall, gawk at
me as they walk past. Judge me all you want. I don’t even care. I
rest my head against the cool glass of a window. More
questions cloud my mind. Why is this happening? What is even going on? Why
would he say that? None of it makes sense. And that feeling. I
close my eyes, let out a deep breath, and try to gather my thoughts. All I see
are midnight blue eyes bearing into me, demanding me. My
eyes fly open. Why
can I not shake this guy? It’s like he’s seized every part of me. Invaded every
nook and cranny. Left his mark on every page. Even
when I’m not physically near him, I can’t seem to get away from him. Maybe I
should just pack it all up and go home. Maybe this isn’t the place for me. I
tell myself that it will be all right. I’ve handled much worse in my
life than that guy. Right.
I’m right. I can’t let him and his cryptic warning keep me from living my life
and enjoying college. I’ve worked way too hard and sacrificed way too much of
myself to make this dream even possible. I just need to forget about him. For
crying out loud, I don’t even know his name. How can I let a complete stranger
run me off? I
straighten from my position on the window, remove my hair tie from my wrist,
and pull my hair away from face. Fresh air. I need fresh air. Remembering that I still have some of my
belongings in my car, I head towards the glass doors of Wheeler Hall. © 2018 T.M. Loftis |
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