My dreams, his reality (#1)

I was more than twenty minutes late for my English class. And my English class was at the other end of the school. Great. The universe hates me!Don't get me wrong! It wasn't like I was dying to get to class, it's just that I had never been late to class before and the thought somehow disturbed me, even if being late wasn't entirely my fault. Scratch that! It wasn't my fault at all.I ran all the way, as fast as my legs would carry me, and guess what, Ms. Wilson wasn't even there, and here I was, huffing, so I could catch my breath. Wow. Talk about being responsible.As I walked into the classroom, the chatter ceased and everyone looked up. When everyone realized that it was just me and not the teacher, they redirected their attention to whatever they were doing before.I scanned the classroom for an empty seat and the only seat available was the one in front of Harper Cain, who was busy sucking some girl's face off.This guy has some serious hormonal issues, I tell you. His behavior

"Why is Harper Cain staring at you?"whispered the girl sitting to the left of me, for what felt like, the hundredth time.I groaned inwardly. "If it had not been for you, I wouldn't have known he was staring at me. And for the last time. I. Don't. Know." I gritted my teeth.The redhead gave me a death glare and went back to texting on her phone in the middle of the class.I took a deep breath and prepared myself to check if she was right like I had already done the past twenty times. I knew that he was looking at me because I could somehow feel his intense stare at the back of my head.Nonetheless, I gathered my courage and turned my head around. And there he was, in the last row, in the corner of the room still staring at me with a stony expression. I don't think he had looked at any other person in the class because every time I turned my head around to look at him, he had his eyes right on me. I met his intimidating gaze for a few seconds, raised my left eyebrow, and telepathical

When I stood on the pavement, at night, I realized that I had no ride. I didn't want to go back inside and face Natalie and Samantha with tears streaming down my face and smudged mascara. So, I took the only option I had, I started walking while furiously wiping my tears.At this point, I didn't even know why I was crying. Was it because Harper just stole a kiss from me when I didn't even want it? But that couldn't be the reason, because it had already happened in school today. It wasn't with the same forcefulness, but still.Was it because he thought it would be okay to kiss another girl before me and he thought I would never know and that I was just another one of his hookups? Was it because the kisses we shared did something to me whereas Harper just thought of me as another girl he could have sex with? I was so confused I don't even know the answer to my questions, right now. And I was not sure I wanted to know.I heard the sound of a car honking beside me. I ignored it at first a

It has been two weeks since Harper's birthday and everything had returned to the way it used to be.Harper had gone back to his ways of groping and sleeping around, with anything that walks and has a vagina. He has an insatiable appetite, I swear. He has been ignoring me. I had no idea why, though. Before he was just oblivious to my existence, but now, he was avoiding me. He practically ran the other way whenever we happened to be in the same hallway.I didn't miss the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't aware he was around. Well, whenever his mouth wasn't attached to someone else's.I had realized that Harper was not the man for me. Man-whore is not my type. I think I got upset at his birthday party because he took me for granted and while I was sure he felt nothing during the kisses we shared, I did feel something. The kiss was passionate and the best kiss I had ever had. But I was happy that things were back to the way they were. Uncomplicated and simple. I had started

I was floating and falling.Ugh! Not again. I had been having the same dream every other night now and it was becoming a nuisance because in the end, I always woke up in the middle of the night after experiencing a terrible headache and then, I would have trouble going back to sleep again.It was the same every time.Falling and floating.Not being able to feel anything at all.Being surrounded by darkness. No, not darkness. Blackness. Utter and complete blackness.Then, being thrust in a direction.The thrusting ceased and my body lay still.Then came the falling and the fear of crashing down and never waking up again.And then came the soft touch of grass on my bare skin.As I lay on the grass, I waited for the headache to come and split up my skull.But it never came. That's how far the dreams had progressed every time.I gently peeled my eyes open expecting nothing but blackness to greet me.It was dark alright, but not black. I could see for a few meters ahead of me and I could e