Chapter One
Ivy
Cole's eyes pierced through my soul and I just lost track of time for a while. His gaze was soft and mesmerizing. A mixture of warmth and something I could not put into words. As if the blue of his irises calmed all my erupted senses
Who would have believed a single look could feel so good...
A few hours earlier
It was a long day at North High Carolina's University and I was exhausted after my morning classes. Therefore, I decided to go freshen up before heading home. I was in my last year already, which meant this year was final graduation.
On my way out of the restroom, I received a text from my unrelated cousin Brad asking me to stop by the library so we could hang out for a while before heading home together; since he was visiting his aunt who resided few blocks away from my foster house.
I plugged my earphones and made my way to the library, it was not that far from campus though. The area had to be quiet, and so does my mind, while I cross-walked through; I couldn't bare the crowd's noise.
There was a quiet area few meters away. A bench and a table by the oldest tree on campus where Brad and I usually met or hang out with other friends; It was pour spot, a pleasant quiet place indeed.
I know you might think I was antisocial
Hell yeah!
I definitely was a loner.
Born orphan and raised into a foster family, with four so-called brothers and sisters constantly fighting over everything and nothing. I was always seeking quietness in a corner of the house. I just liked it that way. And music was my means to get disconnected from the crowd. I needed it to ease my troubled soul.
Brad excitedly waved a hand at me as I approached. He was sitting on top of the back of the bench and had his feet on the seat, smiling I unplugged my earphones when I reached the table
"There you are Ivy!" Brad greeted me with wide-open arms as for a hug. But I shunned him with a frown and made my way to the opposite seat.
"Hi” I said “And I'm definitely not sitting anywhere near you!" I coughed pointing at the cigarette in his hand, pinching my nose as though I smelled something really disgusting.
"Why?" He pouted, holding his arms still waiting for his hug but I just shrugged him off.
"Haven't you quit smoking like two days ago?" I said stressing the word two, while sitting on the bench
"Yeah, but then I broke up with Layla!" He said his arms falling
"So fuck it Ivy, I'm back to my old self-destructive habits; smoking and listening to love songs from the eighty’s" He huffed engulfing his cigarette in his mouth.
"She wasn't your type anyway and you know that!" I frowned Brad can a bit dramatic sometimes
"Yeah you were the one who told me that from the beginning I know” he trailed “Then again I was dumb enough to think that she was …different" he air quoted the last word.
I breathed out
"You know by smoking you're killing yourself right?" I commented
"I quit drinking too so either that or this!" He replied annoyed, engulfing his cigarette in his mouth again and letting out the smoke.
"I meant you're killing me dumbass!" I rolled my eyes exasperated, as I fetch my perfume bottle from my purse
“And emptying all my perfume bottles!" I whined and coughed in disgust as the cigarette smoke was suffocating me. I couldn’t stand the smell or the smoke, i just hated it.
And while looking almost desperately for the bottle in the bottom of my purse, I heard him say
"Some people are allergic to smoke, you believe that?" he mocked and it seemed not intended for my hearing.
I raised my head to notice someone else standing beside him; someone I didn’t see coming. The person leaned in and grabbed Brad's cigarette pack.
"I am!" I objected, "Besides, you know I hate the smell! It stuck in my hair and I just can't stand that" I argued while showering myself with the perfume I just picked from my purse, right before seeing what the other guy did.
To my complete and utter surprise, he tossed it inside his pocket along with the lighter he grabbed from over the table
"Enough smoking for today Brad" He scolded then calmly directed his gaze towards me.
Those intense blue eyes of him just locked mine and I froze for a while. As if, they dragged me from reality to another dimension. I had the feeling that his eyes pierced through my soul and I lost track of time for a while. I could not decipher it.
His gaze was sweet and empathizing unlike the tone of his voice. What I felt was a mixture of warmth and something else, I could not put into words. As if the blue of his irises calmed all my erupt senses; I forgot about the soreness in my throat caused by the smoke.
Who would have believed a single look could feel so good...
"Cole is such a humanist! Now he's not letting me smoke in piece because of you" Brad huffed bringing my attention back to reality. While Cole spared him a smirk
"Well you should pick example over him sometime!" He deadpanned pointing a finger at himself. Wording the thought on my mind and I looked at Brad and nodded in agreement.
"Well, technically I'm your best cousin friend and you know what best cousin friends are for? They tolerate each other no matter what " Brad complained grinding his cigarette nervously into the ashtray.
I spared him a glare before shifting my gaze in the guy's direction
"Thank you!" I said but he was looking away lost in thought
"She said thank you!" Brad repeated elbowing him lightly; dragging his attention back to our conversation.
"Oh, it’s nothing." He turned to me and our eyes met again and looked away awkwardly
"Cole this is Ivy, Ivy this is Cole" Brad introduced us. At long last
Cole smiled and I smiled back at him then looked away, aware of the blushing on my cheeks. His smile was so sweet and I had no idea what got into me all of a sudden.
Luckily, Brad didn’t notice and carried on the conversation about what happened with his ex girlfriend Layla
Brad was a nice guy who had no luck when it came to relationships. A little dramatic boy yet he was kind hearted but complaining was his thing. And I just tolerate him like he said earlier.
Cole was leaning on the bench quiet, simply nodding at Brad’s mumblings and trying not to get involved in the conversation going on between the two of us. Well it was more like he was talking and I was listening, placing a word or two once in a while
He would chuckle or smirk from time to time making a comment as well while Brad giggled at his own jokes.
He was wearing a steel blue buttoned shirt with dark denim, his dark brown disheveled hair and three days beard contrasted with the deep blue of his eyes making his look captivating. I noticed what he was wearing because I had a hard time keeping myself from looking at him.
In my defense, His deep blue eyes were dragging me into looking at them.
After a while, we were already heading to the buses in order to go to our respective homes. Brad stopped many times midway to make a comment bragging about him. However, Cole just nodded or smiled avoiding eye contact with any of us; like he was absorbed in some other space-time. I caught up his gaze once or twice on the way but I avoided it right away as well
Only; if I had known a few moments later
Chapter Two"It’s getting late, we should hurry" Brad remarked I nodded and we rushed towards the bus station. Cole followed our steps silently. The bus was full to the doors so we hurried up to climb in. First went Brad, he offered me a hand to climb in and Cole after me. By the minute we got in, the door creaked and closed behind us and the driver pulled away. The bus was so full and there was barely enough space to the three of us to fit in the entrance. I had to grip at both Brad and Cole to keep my balance when the bus pulled away. Obviously since North High was a public University, the food and transport accommodations left to wonder. Besides, it was Monday and Mondays are always crowded.Ugh, I cannot stand the noise and wish I had my earphones right now
Chapter ThreeApparently, there was traffic that day, and the road to our destination seemed unreachable in this crowd. We haven’t even reached the first station stop yet. Brad was still talking on the phone; in fact, he was on the phone the entire time and didn't notice what was happening around, He didn't mind the crowd and unsteadiness of the transportation. The bus moved again slowly increasing the speed to reach normal. The road must have been clear all the way until our first stop. From North High CU to where we lived we still had two more stops to go. Luckily, a bunch of students took off at the first stop which left more room for us in the bus."Ah finally some space" Brad motioned to Cole and I and we followed him to the free gathered four seats, of which one was taken already.Brad comfortably took place next to the girl alread
I breathed deeply as I recollected my senses after I hang up my short conversation with Anna but mostly needed some air from the free falling into Cole's arms. Hell that was embarrassing and intimately disturbing. I let out a handful of air, turned around my feet, and walked through the path that leads to my foster house.I usually stayed at my dorm room but I was spending the night at the house today like every Monday of every week. About five minutes of walking, I arrived in front of the big brown wooden door of my foster house.The Pittersons The golden letters ornate the door, above the number one-hundred-seventy-eight 178. The matching golden hand doorbell stood right on the center of the wooden door under the name; and the bell was to the right of the entrance. Not the fancy house though ;It has only three bedrooms, one bathroom, a living room and a dining room opened to
Chapter FiveColeFlashback" You both would make the perfect match" Brad tipsily said showing me a picture on his phone , he thought he did, actually he just lit up the screen and showed me his wallpaper , a picture of his beloved Beyonce. "And you're drunk!" "I'm not" He waved me off shaking his head; he stopped doing so when dizziness hit him. It was as clear as water that he was way too drunk" Yes you so are, Brad come on look at yourself man, you won’t be able to walk after this" I pointed to the glass of neat whisky he held in his hand, hoping to talk some reason into him"Okay, I am not... I mean I am!" He said in between hiccups, I chuckle; he was unbelievable at times."I'm serious though,” He added on my amusement "You were suppose
Chapter SixIvy Friday came and we were all up for the upcoming drawing contest.Each year North High Carolina's University organized a painting contest for students who studied fine arts and sculpture. However, everyone with the ability and talent to draw or paint was able to apply.And I did! Thanks to Anna who obliged me, just kidding, Anna encouraged me into doing it. She is very supportive of my drawing skills, she says that I had better chances at winning the contest prize than all the participating student! Yeah well, she was as you might expect, subjective.Not that I thought less of my drawings but winning a competition against students of fine arts was not even possible in my dreams . Needless to say, some of them had their own paintings exhibitions. And where was I compared to that? I had my work hanging on the walls of my room whereas the other were kept safely in a box
Chapter SevenThe day after the one in the library, Cole and I had fixed a time and place in order to accomplish the task I was given. We agreed on meeting at noon in class .I had to bring my painting tools and set everything on the table, hence I arrived a little earlier than he did. I have always favored being early because it gave me time to do things my own pace; I hated to rush the last minute. So I unpacked my paint and tools and by the time Cole pushed the classroom door open, I was already all set and ready to begin"Sorry; I'm late?" He said letting his backpack slide over his shoulder, It seemed to me more of a question than it is of an apology"Sorry; I'm early?" I said bashfully, however I managed to smile to hide how nervous I was seeing him smile"So tell me what should I do?" He inquired with a small smile that made me hold my breath for some reason"Err... you just sit there as naturally as possible
Chapter EightCole Ivy threw her head back; her laugh filling the emptiness of the classroom apparently, at something I unconsciously did while I was sitting for her to draw my portrait.And before you ask, yes Brad had a hand in this. He couldn't resist.Brad was the reason for my participation in the first place, his uncle being a member of the school committee he could get me in easily. Assigning me to be Ivy's model is, by all means a whole different kettle of fish. All I can say is that he went through some trouble just to get me selected for the right one.I learned from him this morning that the contest was important for her and I am glad I agreed to participate because as much as I would like to hide it or avoid it, I desperately wanted to see her again.Her laugh echoed i
Chapter NineIvyI tossed and turned in my comfortable bed yet unable to close my eyes, looking at the hanging lamp in the ceiling. I couldn't bring myself to sleep for two interminable nights. While I helplessly tried a hundred times to shut my brain off but it was of no use. I tried everything but my mind was repeatedly evoking Cole, his blue irises, his touch , everything about him and the way he made me feel.The way our lips tasted one another, the shivers and the Goosebumps I sensed all over my skin. I still feel the heat of his touch involuntarily, I feel feverish and I guess it’s not cold related.I couldn't believe what we did and the way I was drawn to him like a bee blindly transported by the scent of an unfolded red rose. How my body responded to him how I craved him.I closed my eyes, shook my hea