3. Blaze DeVille

My eyes locked to the black head to toe clothing figure who keeps his lustfull gaze toward me. Scenes of my dream played one by one in my head. When his lips touched mine, when his mouth grazed my bare body,  when something hard yet warm thrusted in to my....

I shake my head, hey... I can move! I stare darkly to the man, so maybe he's not the devil in my dream... but why his appereance so matched? And the way he looks into me...

He smirks wider, making his unhuman-beauty-face looks hot yet intimidating. My heart beats faster with fear, I turn my body and run leaving him at the parking lot. Gratefull for I can escape this time... but he's not the devil, it's impossible! 

Still wondering why I feel scared, while I know deep down that he is not the evil spirit who hunted me in my dream, or... I'm so lost in my thoughts not realizing that I'm outside the classroom already.

I greet my first friend, Lidya, the golden-brown tone girl with beautiful-exotic face and perfected by the sexy-all curves on the right place-body. She wears simple peach sweater that fits like second skin and unbelievable short-white skirt. We met at the orientation and be friended. We have the same hobby, which is reading books especially the all-time-favorite Harry Potter books. That alone is enough to make us friend eventhough we look heaven and hell... she is the heaven (FYI).

"You messed your hair," she giggles and produces a brush from her bag and gives it to me, "but... you still look good tho... even when your hair look like being swept by a hurricane and no make up... you know..." she says that with an envy tone... like seriously. Why the beauty envy the beast. She got the looks everyone wishes for, including me. 

I laugh hearthily, while giving back the brush and the mirror. "Dont make fun of me, would you? I like it just the way it is."

"Im being honest you know," Lidya says with admiration, "I mean... why you dress like this? Like ignoring all the fashion rule ever existed, I mean... your messy hair, your faded jeans and that out of date-widely streched T-Shirt, no make up face... while you can be awesome with blouse or skirt--" She is looking at me up and down. 

"Not my style and I'm not comfortable with it," I say bluntly but still smiling. I'm being honest you know,... I have long hair and it will take too much time to tame it, dont start with make up--there won't be any difference even if I take it, while about the outfit, I don't really care bout it-cuz I go to study not hanging out, so I don't see any reason for me to dress up, plus-I will take a part time job, comfy outfit is always priority for me." I explain my long reason to be make-up free. It is actually unecessarry, but I did it.

Lidya accepts my reason and saves her make up kit inside her back. We talk comfortably about Harry Potter characters before the first class. She is a smart and easy going person.  Talking with her is an entertainment. 

When I first met Lidya at the student orientation, I knew from the beginning that most of the guys here are hitting on her, but she- on the other hand, chose to ignore them. She prefered to read novel or other books, bit confused at first, because all the guys are cute and good looking, but well... maybe she's comfortable being single.

When the class started, there's an announcement that there will be  a change, the lecture was going abroad for doctoral degree--so there'll be temporary replacement lecture for the subject--my eyes catch the green eyes figure in front of the class!!! That green eyes devil!!

Panic, anxious, scared. My heart drumming fast with unnormal speed. This man... he's the replacement?

I can't hear any giggle and cheer of the class, welcoming the new lecture or so I thought, I lost in my own thought... why... oh... why I must face this creature or man... or I don't know what is his species-everywhere. I scrunched my forehead thinking hard until Lidya shakes me back to reality.

"This... is... so... freaking... awesome, Laila... he's like a sexy-greek-god!! Cant you believe it!!" she whispers animatedly, "I'll do anything to make this Hot-piece of stud to be mine... this Blaze A. DeVille... is worth a catch!!"

Blaze. Blaze? Blaze? My eyes bug-out impossibly big while hearing that name. The devil in my dream mentioned his name... it was Blaze.

"Laila, did you hear me? Look at his body," she says admiringly while looking at the man who is preparing his presentation in front of the classroom, "he is perfect," she blinks flirtily. I don't believe it... this beauty-sexy girl I called friend is bewitched by the replacement lecture, the man who looks like my nightmare.

I'm too afraid to think, while the green eyes stare our way or so I thought. I really hope it's not me he is staring at. I really wish its Lidya. 

"He is looking this way... Laila... he sees me! OMG... he is really a greek-god-hotty!" she whispers with shaking voice. 

My eyes trapped by him, I look into his lips which opened and speak without a sound for one word, ... Laila.

Biled rising in my stomach through my throat, I will vomit right here, right now. Without asking for permission, I run out of the class, passing the long corridor heading to the end of the building, in which I remebered used to have a public restroom. I enter the cubicle inside the restroom, and throw out all of my breakfast with tears all over my face.

This is just a dream right? So... who is the real Mr. DeVille? Human? ...or evil? What does he want from me? Thinking hard inside the green rectangular room with poor lightening.