CHAPTER TWELVE
I wake from my fantastic sleep. The sun is shining through the gaps in my curtains. The tap at the door is what woke me in the first place. I roll over and look at the clock; 6:57am.
I can't believe that I slept for more than 17 hours. The best part of my sleep was that there were no scary dreams, no airplanes crashing, no ceilings collapsing, and no bloody-faced men.
Beep, beep. My phone is alerting me. Tara must have texted me. I pick up my phone, and sure enough, Tara sent me a text to make sure I'm awake, and let me know that she'll be here in 45 minutes to pick me up for breakfast. I suppose I'd better get up then.
My body is so stiff from sleeping so long. I rub my eyes, only to feel pain. I instantly remember that I look like a monster. I almost run to the bathroom and I flip on the light.
OhmyGod! I look the same as yesterday; a little better maybe. It wasn't just a horrible dream. The whites of my eyes are blood red; creepy, and the bags under my eyes are still an awful reddish colour. “Dammit!”
I quickly flip on my computer and fire off an apologetic email to my mom and dad, letting them know that I had an episode so I was medicated and therefore slept forever, and that's why I didn't e-mail them last night. I didn't tell them about my eyes, or what happened during my vision. They would only worry.
Tara and I get to the mess hall, and everyone who glances our way stops dead and stares at my eyes. I am the center of attention. If I wasn't so hungry, I'd just run back to my room and hide out until this goes away. Even Tara stared at me for a good five minutes before she looked away. I explained to her what I saw and was able to do during my vision. She was amazed.
Tara and I sit down at the breakfast table. Nobody looks up right away. Until, of course, when Jessy freaks out. “Holy Shit! What the hell happened to you?! If someone hurt you, I'm going to kick their ass. Tell me who it was.” He spoke so loudly, that people two tables over stop their conversations to look at us.
Before I can say anything, Tara speaks up, “She had another vision yesterday, when she relaxed with Dr. Jennifer. She wasn't in a fight. The Doc had Laden take her back to her room to rest. Only, she dreamed the whole scene again.” Tara stops talking and looks around and lowers her voice. Everyone leans in to hear her. “Don't say anything to any doctors or staff, but she discovered that she can smell things, touch things and people, walk around, and the best thing is that she can have a conversation with the people in her vision. She found out when and how the ceiling collapse is going to happen. Isn't that cool? The only problem is that somehow these visions really affected her eyes. She says they're better than they were yesterday. I can't imagine you looking worse. Sorry, that was rude.”
Everyone at the table is smiling. But Jessy is the one who does the talking. “I think your eyes will go back to normal soon. Being able to talk to people in a vision, and everything else that you can do now... is awesome! You might want to keep that a secret, though. We can all do more than we're telling them. For some reason, all of us get a sick feeling when we try to tell the doctors anything. Did you feel like that too?”
I nod my head. “Yeah, it’s weird. My stomach flips around so much that I can’t talk until I decide not to say anything. It’s not with everyone though.” I can’t say anything about Laden, and I even though my stomach isn’t what’s telling me not to, my conscience is. I don’t want him to get fired. “I mean, I can tell you guys and nothing happens.”
Sherri cuts in, “Yeah, we'll have to fill you in on everything that we all can do another time, when prying ears are out of range, if you know what I mean.” She looks towards people at the table next to us.
Both of my morning classes cause havoc because everyone wants to get a good look at me. Minor chaos ensues. A few people even took pictures of me with their phones. Everyone wants to know why I look like this, and what my vision was about.
After lunch, Todd and I leave the mess hall earlier than usual because he wants to take a more scenic route to Concentration Class. He says that the walk will do us both some good. I can't argue with that, since I'm still a little stiff from all that sleeping.
While walking down a corridor together, I notice there are no other students anywhere to be seen. I really don't think this is the way to class. Where has he taken me?
Todd says, “Laura, I like you. I think we can be really good friends, maybe more than friends.”
Todd stops walking, and spins me around to face him. I feel warm and tingly all over; sort of nervous. He pulls me close to him, and presses his hot, soft lips on mine. My heart starts to pound, and I know I should stop this, but I just don't want to. His lips are a perfect fit to mine.
Again, an extremely hot guy is kissing me. Who knows why this keeps happening; right now, I don't care. OhmyGod, he's such a good kisser!
I throw my arms around his neck. Our mouths, in complete sync with each other, are kissing in the most perfectly orchestrated way. Our movements coincide flawlessly with one another’s, somehow.
His body presses against mine, and he wraps his arms around my waist. Without even the slightest stumble or awkward flinch, Todd opens a door and moves both of us into the room. My back is against a cold wall. His huge hand is on the side of my face, holding my lips to his. His other hand is on my waist holding me to him.
I want him so much. I can't stop myself; not that I want to right now. My body needs him, wants to feel him. His firmness is pressing into me. His cold hands find their way under my shirt and under my bra. Twinges of passion shoot through my body, awakening my most secret desires.
Why am I doing this? I'm not like this. I should stop, but I don't want to.
His lips leave mine, and he drops to one knee pulling me onto the other. My legs straddle over his thigh. I'm still facing him with his lips glued to mine. His hand grabs my butt, and he pulls me against him. He's so much stronger than I ever imagined him to be. His other hand is under my shirt, caressing my bare back. His lips kiss my neck, softly, sensually.
I open my eyes, and realize for the first time that, we're in a janitor's closet. There are cleaning chemicals and toilet paper on the shelves, and a mop and bucket right next to us.
As though my mind and body snap back into my control, I jump up off of his leg, and back up against the wall. “You did it again. You jerk! You promised you wouldn't do that to me anymore. Are you that desperate for a girlfriend that you have to use emotional control just to get some?” I am really angry. I try to put my clothes back together again, while he slowly stands up.
He looks confused and hurt, like I emotionally bruised him. “I didn't use it, at first. You wanted to kiss me back, and you did. You had full control of yourself, up until we got into this room. Only then did I use a little persuasion, but it was only to heighten your senses, not make you do anything that you didn't want to. I thought you'd like that.”
“You didn't control me?” I'm having a hard time trying to think back, and ask myself if I really did have full control of myself. Did I really want him that badly? OhmyGod! First Laden, and now Todd… I'm turning into one of those slutty girls that I really despise.
“No, you asked me not to. You said not to ever take control of you unless you wanted me to, and I do really think at one point you absolutely did, so I amplified your senses. I really didn't have to push very much desire into you. That was almost all you and me, babe.” He smiles ear to ear.
“Yeah, well… I'm… not… ready for a relationship right now. Everything in my life is already confusing enough. The last thing I need is a guy hanging all over me. So, well... you know…” Realizing that I'm probably hurting his feelings by saying that, I stop tucking in my shirt, and look up at him. I should probably explain better. “Besides, I already have a boyfriend. At least, I had a boyfriend before I came here. He sort of broke up with me in an e-mail recently. I’m not looking for a rebound guy.”
“He might be scared of your abilities. Most 'normal peop
le' fear the unknown, and well, we definitely fit into the unknown category, that's for sure.” Todd rolls his eyes and giggles a bit.
I lean out the door, and look down the corridor to make sure there is nobody to catch us coming out of the closet together. When I'm sure the coast is clear, I take Todd's hand and pull him out with me, then let go as soon as we're out.
We start walking quickly down the hall to class. “Todd, I must say, that was really hot! I mean, we fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. You know?” I just know that I'm going to regret saying that one day.
Note to self: Stay the hell away from Todd when we're alone!
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