I didn’t call him, at last, all afternoon, or even text. I didn’t know what to say to him, with all these things that I had known and my mixed feelings were so getting in the way. But after a few hours thinking alone in my room that evening, while waiting for Sasha to come back from her campus activities and give me advice, I think I have to be true to myself, and to him. Even though it was almost 10 pm.
I called the number that called me this morning.
“Evening, Clay, this is Anita,” I said as soon as he picked up the call.
“Hey, I was waiting for your call all afternoon. How were the casting announcements?”
“Yes, I got the role. But there’s something I must ask you. Why didn’t you tell me that you’re also going to perform? I saw your name in the leading role”. Damn, I can’t help myself from sounding a bit upset.
“So, my name is on the list? Sorry, I didn’t mean to hide this from you, Anita, but after the audition, Pax said they still didn’t have the perfect cast for Count Dracula’s role, and he asked me if the play director and all the section heads of the club agrees. I know it’s a bit unfair because I didn’t even do the audition process, unlike you and all of the other casts. Moreover, it’s a leading role”, he explained. “You don’t like to act with me that way, do you?”, he asked.
I could hear a little bit of uncertainty slipping inside his voice.
“Well, to be honest, I... I don’t know what to say,” then I paused. “I’m speechless. I don’t know what to say, even can’t really comprehend what I’m feeling right now”.
There was a slight pause afterward. We didn’t say anything for maybe ten, fifteen seconds.
“Umm…Where are you now? At the campus or dorm?” he asked.
“Dorm, why?” I was puzzled.
Why did he suddenly ask me this question?
“Wait for me at the dorm’s front gate, I'm already back in town. I’ll be there in… around 20 minutes. Wear jeans and warmer clothes. See you.” he said coldly and hung up.
I freeze and stare at my phone for a few seconds. Suddenly I realized what his last sentences mean and jumped out of bed. WHAT? Oh my God!! Did he just say he’ll pick me up in 20 minutes??? I hurried and got changed. I opened my closet and picked something to wear. What am I going to wear??? Jeans and something warmer? Sweater? Jacket? Coat? I didn’t even know what he meant by picking me up, and where we would go. Probably I should wear something I usually wear to campus, but maybe a little bit nicer and warmer? Maybe not a sweater because it won’t be nicer or flattering at all, and I will definitely drown in coats. Ugh, the “perks” of being a shortie. And where the hell is Sasha when I really really need her?? I picked dark grey tight jeans and black knitted tank tops, then layered it with a light grey thicker knitted cardigan. Moisturized my face, brushed some powder, a bit of neutral-toned eye shadow, eyeliner, and lip tint. I grabbed my bag, empti
We shared nice moments that night. I listened to him silently, sipped my beer, smoking and watching the gleaming city lights below, while he talked and talked for hours, blurting everything he wanted to be said. Suddenly I felt that I knew him pretty well, I can understand his emptiness, his vulnerability, while also admiring his strong-willed heart, and realizing that everything he owns and achieves right now just doesn’t fall right upon his lap, but he struggled for every tiny bit of it. “Sorry, Anita, I dragged you here and made you listen to all this. You must be really bored hearing me talking for hours.” He said, then puffing the smoke out of his mouth, glancing his beautiful blue eyes at me. “Hey, that’s okay, Clay. You can always tell me everything. It’s really a pleasure to hear all of it, to have you confide everything to me.” I answered after lighting my cigarette. He took a sip from his bottle and continued, “I don’t know why, but since our
After that, we just looked at each other awkwardly for a few moments. I really don’t know what to say, so I'm just trying to grab my beer. My hands are shaking a bit from the nervousness, and also freezing because of the dropped temperature after midnight, until it almost feels numb. I clumsily knocked the beer bottle over when I tried to reach it, and it wetted my jeans and his trousers. Shoot, what am I doing??!! I instantly stood up, grabbed my handbag for tissues and wiped all the beer in my jeans, and gave the remaining tissues to Clayton, who also stood up and wiped his jeans. The accident turns out to be so comical, and he burst out laughing all of a sudden while seeing me bent down while trying to wipe the spilling on the rocks with tissues in panic. “Anita, leave it, don’t mop the rocks…”, he said while chuckling. I can’t help to hide my smile then chuckled with him awkwardly. While he’s still laughing, he stretched his arm towards me, pulled
And we were watching the sunrise. Clay was right, it was really beautiful. First, a glint of purple burst into the horizon looked like a colored mist, and then changes into orange, and finally, the yellow lights come peeking out, the sun slowly rose along from the edge of the horizon. It was really a breath-taking view, and he was holding me close while we were watching it. After everything turned to light, I realized that from today onwards, I would see him with a whole different perspective. It would be from a different angle, as from now I would see him as someone I admired, someone I would always try to understand, and someone I would really like to be with. He looks careless and arrogant but nice and sensitive inside, he seems cold but rather caring, good sense of humor, and of course, a great kisser. A little before 6 am, he asked if I had class this morning. I said I’ll have a class at 11, and I suggested we grab something on the way back because I am totally
Today would be the first rehearsal for the play. And it also meant I could meet Clayton at the campus!! Yaaaay!! I woke up very early today, and I couldn’t wait to meet him. I took a longer time in the shower, washed my hair, and used chocolate-scented body butter that Sasha gave me last month. While I was busy picking clothes that I’m going to wear, Sasha looks at me from her bed and smiles. “I never saw you picking clothes for so long until now. Usually, t-shirts and jeans did just well for going to the campus. What’s up? Got a date with Clayton again today?” she asked, a teasing smile curled on her voluptuous lips. “Not a date, Sass… Today is the first rehearsal, remember?” I answered. “Aaaah… the first rehearsal. Are the neck-biting scenes going to be rehearsed today as well??”, she teased further while curling her beautiful wavy red hair with her index finger. “OMG Saasssss... Thanks for reminding me about that thing. Now I’m nervous.” Sa
Just as I predicted, I was bombarded with questions from the girls after I grabbed my lunch and sat at their table. They asked why Pax called me (I said he wanted to talk about the play), why was Clay there (I don’t know, they were just sitting together), and what was Clayton saying to me (Nothing, he just said hi and see you later).Huff, I think Pax and Clay were right. It’s better for me and Clay to act like strangers in public, or at least just a friend that’s not too close, so I won’t get this kind of question every single day, over and over again.Then it’s finally time for the awaited rehearsal. I walked into the hall cheerfully. When I arrived, Clayton was sitting beside Pax on the first row, reading his script. He already took his jacket and shoes off, preparing to do the warm-up session. When I said hi, he finally tilted his face up and looked at me. He greeted me and tapped a seat beside him. When I sat down beside him, he close
Well, I regretted my decision to wear an off-shoulder t-shirt today. If I wear higher collared tees, maybe it won’t be this bad, cause I wouldn’t be able to felt his warm breath on my neck and shoulder. I looked to the audience seats where Trey sat, then smiled apologetically and mouthed “Sorry”. The other theater club members who lined up for the next scene finished their warm-up session and watched our rehearsal closely. Some of them started to grin and giggled at us, and I know they must have sensed something going on between me and "the cast of Count Dracula". Clayton looked at my blushed face and then chuckled. He then holds my shoulders from behind and whispers, “You never told me that your neck is very sensitive”.I answered awkwardly, still in a whispery voice “How am I supposed to tell you? You never asked.” Then he suddenly lowered his head until his mouth almost touched my ear and answered in a lower, deeper whisper, “Maybe I just don’t get
He drove his car to the seaside area, where all the posh hangout places, high-end malls, and biggest houses in the town are located. He stopped his car in front of a simple, modern black iron gate. The fence also circled the premises in front of boxwood hedge bushes, both around 7-8 feet tall, ensuring security and privacy. From the gate, I can see a big front lawn covered with nice thick, tidy grass, a few kept shrubs, and big trees that hid the house from curbside sight.He opened the gate with a remote and parked his car in front of the house before came out and opened the passenger side of the car for me. It is a modern minimalist medium-sized, square, dark gray and black building, maybe two and a half or three-floored, with a touch of wood for the floor, and natural stone cladding covering some of the lower outer walls and balcony pillars. The house looks empty and dark, and from looking at the simple unframed glass windows, all the lights are off. The night breeze is ex