Chapter 4 Visit

• I didn't say anything to him since I didn't know how to strike up a discussion. This is even the first time someone has been nice to me. I feel like he's just planning to trick me sooner or afterward, saying there are hidden cameras all over, and I will rapidly discover I'm on a live TV broadcast making an idiocy scene for myself once more.
• But what am I thinking? Minutes have passed, he just stood beside me. He's too quiet, likely. His eyes are meandering through my body. It isn't exceptionally comfortable since he saw it. I suddenly stood up and secured my body with his coat. It's a great thing this warm leather is enormous and can cover down to my knee. I bolted the zipper up to my neck then looked at him side-way. He put his veined hands on his pockets then let out a tremendous sigh.
• "I'm sorry about that. I didn't know someone was here."
• I snort at the thought. They probably didn't hear me crying or screaming earlier. Well, I can't blame them because I am dumbfounded at the absence of their presence. If only I hadn't come out, I wouldn't know they were here too.
• "What happened to your clothes, by the way?" he asked when I didn't respond to him.
• I thrust a few strands of my hair to the side then looked at him. His eyes glowed because of the light coming from the little window in the wall. I swallow since his presence is making me uncomfortable. Typically the first time I'm making an actual discussion with somebody like him. I mean, he's Nathan Jones Davis. The most popular guy here at Horizon Valley University, and in case I recollected accurately, he threatened me the first time we met. But why is he being…nice to me all of a sudden?
• "Some females took them and I stayed here for hours crying for help, but no one heard me or even paid attention," I mumbled, which I don't know if he heard me, but he let out a ragged breath then held my hand. Because of the sudden touch of our flesh, electricity flows inside my veins that shock me. My first instinct is to remove his grip on mine.
• "S-sorry…" I muttered and looked at my feet. An awkward silence filled the room. I can't look at him any longer in his eyes. I also can't bear his presence before me. I feel like it's too suffocating to be around him.
• "It's okay. I just need to take you home since it's not safe for somebody like you going home like that. We may not have a great impression at first on each other, but let me do this." he tenderly wrapped his arms around my shoulder then he guided me out.
• I was puzzled, with my heart beating so fast and hard that made the demons in my stomach somersault. Even when we reached his car, he opened the entryway and helped me get inside. He started the engine when he got inside as I looked out the window, with overwhelming contemplation clouding inside my head.
• The whole ride was quiet. From time to time, I kept on looking at him side-ways. His eyes are settled on the street, whistling a recognizable tune, while tapping the exterior of his steering wheel. He looks…calm, as in the event that he isn’t bothered by the thought of pushing a girl away and helping somebody like me who he saw naked. He suddenly looked at my way, making me jump in shock and eyes widened in fear. I absentmindedly look absent, gnawing my lower lip. I know he caught me analyzing his side profile since he let out a low chuckle.
• “Don’t worry, I’m not planning to do anything to you. I have seen different naked women everyday. Yours isn't new to me.” his deep, definitive but some way or another, convincing, voice resounded all through the whole ride.
• Oh. I thought. Actually, I knew I saw this coming but hearing those words coming out from Nathan gave me more reasons why he is out of league to catch up with. His life is the whole opposite of mine. He’s probably doing this out of guilt. I know he won't talk to me tomorrow. I shook the thought away. Why am I hoping for something? As if new things will happen in my life?
• I sighed in defeat and just let my head drop on the rest. I observed how he drove past houses and cars. Good thing I’m not on a shift tonight. If ever, my boss would be at range. I don’t know what time it is but my body feels tired. My vision is getting hazy because of the languor but I shake my head, remaining alert. I need to stand up on my guard since I am with a man who, he quoted, had been with different ladies.
• “Hey, we’ve been in the car ever since but I’m sorry I forgot to ask, where do you live?”
• I don’t know if I should laugh or not. I should’ve said anything the moment I went inside his car. However, it’s not really that far away from my place since I always walk alone whenever I’m going to school so I told him the street and what my apartment looks like. He nodded his head and went silent again the whole ride. I was left watching him again but this time I looked away first then waited for minutes.
• As anticipated, we reached our goal in not more or less than ten minutes. He rapidly got out of the car then went around it. He opened the door on my side. I gradually looked up to see his lips, his nose then it landed on his captivating eyes that held something no one couldn't portray what is it. He offered his hand. I was reluctant to begin with, not knowing what I should do when he snatched my pulse without saying anything and then conscientiously let me out of the car.
• “You live alone?” he unexpectedly asked when we’re walking on the pathway that leads to the entryway. I nodded my head.
• “Where are your parents?” he whispered, making my hair stand up on the back of my neck. I nibbled my tongue, keeping the uneasiness to construct up in my system. It tickles my interiors and for a few reasons, it makes me shrivel on my spot. The man beside me is huge, making me recall what I had in my dream.
• For some reason, I want to ask him if he’s a werewolf but that would make this night a lot weirder than the two of us seen talking.
• “I’m alone.” is what I told him before halting on my tracks. I didn’t bother looking at him before opening the door and closed it gently. I know he wants to say something since I somehow heard what he is about to say but I build my walls again, letting it encompass me. I didn’t even say my regards but I felt all the depletion once I ventured inside. A lot of things happen today, it feels like my heart is aiming to detonate with the drive of its beating.
• Even the following days are peculiar to cope with.
• I don’t want to go to school today.
• Hold up, I know I have said this a lot of times before but this time, I have a reason. And this time, it’s a substantial one.
• “Yeah, sure it is.” my conscience said and I nearly hit myself. I let out an overwhelming moan then looked at my reflection in the mirror. I let my palm caress my cheeks as my eyes filter each and every corner of my highlights. Every time I flicker my eyes, moments with him within the car ride that night flashes right before my eyes.
• It’s annoying somehow because every time I close my eyes for just even one damn second, I always see his face. The way his lips reach up the corner, letting out that alluring smirk of his that every female that will see the view will instantly be fazed and hypnotized. I absentmindedly slap myself. Get a hold of yourself, Natasha! Don’t tell me you’re also one of those women you’re low-key bashing?
• Okay, this is nonsense. I’m having an internal crisis. I need to stop thinking about Nathan Jones Davis, moreover known as, Mr. Popular pleasant fellow who encompasses a list of companions, party goers, and dates someone that can bear offspring or deliver eggs, organically by the generation of gametes which can be fertilized by male sperm.
• In normal terms, female.
• I almost slapped myself in shock when my door all of a sudden swung open and Mrs. Johnson came in. I was about to shout at her for nearly having a heart attack when I saw how aggravating her face was, as if she saw an alien or zombie. Hold up, it’s the end of the world already?
• “Mrs. Johnson? Why are you-” before I even finished what I was about to say, she ran up to me and covered my mouth with her hands. I smell something I can’t disentangle. Is that…rotten fish?!
• “Shh! Someone’s outside!”
• I struggled from her grasp as I needed to inquire what she was talking about when she inch closer to my side then let out an unstable and anxious whisper.
• “Some Greek god, good sense of clothing and enchanted smile, physically well characterized built body, tall, sharp, delightful, shrewdly looking man is looking for you.”
• Actually, her portrayals are really great, by one means or another she can be a famous author and publish her own book. But that’s not the case here! Clearly, as if the clock has moderated down when I heard the words she announced. Abruptly, the feelings I was feeling were blended. I push her away, not that truly pernicious, but to let her hand drop off of my mouth.
• “WHAT?!” I can feel the cold hard floor shake a little because of my thunderous scream that can reach up to the other neighbor over my unit. I heard shouting and complaints but I didn’t mind them. I can apologize to them afterward.
• “Oh, you can’t be serious.” my fingers went up to my lips then I bit my nails. It's idiosyncrasy . I can't change at whatever point I’m anxious or having any second thoughts.
• “Why? You know him?” Mrs. Johnson was curious alright. This may be her first time actually seeing a good-looking man. And not just any ordinary man.
• A drop dead gorgeous that shouldn't be here in the first place!