The Chem instructor started his lesson when someone interrupted. The guy entered the class suddenly and asked the instructor to sit in their class. Maybe because he was absent from the morning class where he belongs to.
When she noticed the guy’s face, she remembered him. He was the guy. The guy that she was looking for in the entire Science department last time.
The only thing that she noticed, she can clearly see his face now. He is no longer wearing his cap. And today, he looks normal and realized he has a handsome face.
When he was about to look for an empty seat, he suddenly saw an empty chair beside her left. As he noticed her staring at him, his eyes fell on her the moment he walked near the empty seat.
She avoided his gaze and get into her stuff. She feigned while browsing the page of the book that she was reading earlier.
“It seems you’re okay now. Have you completed your rest?” Is he talking to her? Well, she’s the only one besides him who is not busy talking with the others.
“Yes, I am. Why so concerned?” She reacted to him, feeling curious.
“Um, because I saw you looking terrified, sitting on the floor in the middle section of the library. And you fainted before I went into you. What happened to you that time?” Now she realized what happened to her after the incident of hiding with the stalker.
“So, you’re the one who found me? And the one who brought me to the hospital, am I right?” And this person is the one Jean refers to as her dream man. How strange.
“Well, yeah. I’m also the one who gave you the flower last time at the park. I apologize for not introducing myself early. My name is Vince. And you are?”
“Cara. This is for the acknowledgment for helping me bring to the hospital.” She reacted coldly because she suddenly had this second thought. This person can also be the one she’s suspecting as her stalker.
“How did you find me?” She asked him after wondering.
“Maybe because I was in the library. Just kidding, I’m working in the library as a student part-timer. I was there stacking up the pile of books when I saw you fainted.” Well, he has an alibi to think that he told his first statement to make fun of her.
She looked at him again and checked him out. She scanned his character as if he really was saying the truth. When their eyes met, she suddenly thought about the stalker who was watching her while in the library. Even if she suspects him, she can’t remember the details of those eyes, as she noticed them a little late.
“Oh, I see. Anyway, thank you for your kindness.” She said and went back to her thing. What will happen now? She already knew the guy who brought her to the hospital. The only thing left is the man behind the book section in the library who was stalking her. Is he Mr. Smith? But why did she feel like she’s being afraid of him?
“Hey Cara, can I have your number?” This guy is something. He spoke to her casually.
“Are we close?” But she reacted unfriendlily.
“Um, since you’re the only one I knew here. You know, I need to cope with our project presentation next meeting.” He purposely reasoned.
“But you’re not in this class.” She snapped.
“Yes, but I already talked to our professor and I will change my schedule for a personal matter.” He reasoned again. And this time is a valid reason.
And because of his eagerness, she gives up and gave him her number.
Though she knows, this guy has something on her.
After she gave him her number, he immediately dialed his phone and called her. She’s not a scam to give him a false number. As she thought so.
“Just want to make sure if this is really your number. Sort of being prudent.” What an ass. She thought so and raised her eyebrow.
“I’m not a scam. I can avoid your number if I want to. Since I just knew it.” She said, annoyingly.
“You know what, you ‘re kind of cute.” Instead of being annoyed, he just complimented her.
She’s about to react to him but the bell rings, and the class has ended. She thought she will not see him again, but here he is. He became her classmate.
She walked out of their classroom immediately after she kept her things in her bag. She wants to avoid the guy who talked to her the whole time while the professor was lecturing them because she felt strange about his presence.
But when she looked back and see if the guy was following her, she sees nothing but her other classmates who also walking out of their classroom. When she thought about it, he was fast enough to know when the hell he went out.
“Are you looking for me? I waited for you here when I thought it will take some time for you to keep your things in your bag. So, I went out first because I need to go to the comfort room quickly.”
She thought, he’s gone but here he is again. She looks like she found a firefly dashing in front of her with its glowing light, then it will disappear after she lost her eyes on it, then go back again when she looks for it.
“I wasn’t looking for you. I looked back to see our professor because I have some questions to ask.” But she doesn’t think he would believe her. She just said her reason not to be caught.
“You and your pretty defense mechanism. I look forward to the rest. See you tomorrow.” He just said and walked out first.
How dare he. She admits it. She felt like she was kind of interested in him. But there is a thing in her mind that she felt something unusual about him. She doesn’t know what is it. But it's kind of strange.
“Oh, so you’ve met him?” Jean reacted to her like she already knew it will happen as she expected. As she told her about her encounter with the guy who brought her to the hospital. “So, what about him? Wasn’t he the guy in your dream? Do you remember him, you know, the sketch?” Jean asked her the thing that she doesn’t even know what she was talking about. Until she showed her a photo from her phone. She can’t believe what’s happening in her mind. The guy in ripped jeans, I mean the guy named Vince as far as she remembers it clearly, totally has a resemblance to the photo that Jean showed her. And what Jean told her about this dream of hers was definitely out of her sanity. “Dear, I swear, I remember nothing else about the dream that you were saying. And with that sketch, I couldn’t find it in my room. Also, those things that you said that I tell you before. I can’t remember any single of them. I’m a blank slate.” “Aren’t you dreaming anymore? How was your sleep last night? Have yo
“Vince Aldred Garcia. Sleep it off and get her out of your head, please.” He scolded himself as he can’t able to sleep while thinking about her. He turned around his body almost three times in a row on his very own masculine king-size bed.Thinking over a girl often is not a hobby of his. However, it just reminds him of all the instances that he always meets her. It started when she met her in the Chemistry class and then so on. Yet, contemplating the first thought. He really was the one who gets into her first.Maybe because he was a little bored, and she was there as his doll to play with his clingy little flirtatious game. That he disturbed her sleepy and silent world. Though she ignored him two times consecutively. Thinking it over again, the instances that happened to them are like fate. Specifically, when she’s the one who found his little boy in the parking lot. Speaking of Chippy, he misses his playful buddy. The last time they were together was in the library. He brings him
She went straight to her first-period class, leaving the guy in a rush. As she felt embarrassed on the way she left him without a word of thank you for giving her a ride. He made her blush while pondering the question he asked her. It’s a blessing in disguise, they aren’t classmates in her first class. What a first-time feeling to be in such an uncomfortable situation. But why is she feeling this way? He just asked her if she has a boyfriend. She’s not imagining he wants to flirt with her. But basically, she’s assuming that. “Scratched away that thought, Cara Nathalia!” She warned herself. She’s not interested in him. “You’re just, schoolmates.” That should be her thought. “Hey, what are you thinking?” Another guy from X-Men. She means another guy who’s appearing in front of her without giving her prior notice like they have a teleporting ability. “What’s your name again?” She asked him as she forgot it but remembered him as the neighbor who had just recently transferred. “You re
“Yeah, she’s wearing a costume of Maleficent. Can’t you imagine that? When she found out about her blind date, is none other than, me? She walked out and run away on the road, still wearing her cape and headdress. She embarrassed herself in front of me. What a pity.” “That's because she’s not even equal to your handsomeness. What a pathetic woman.” The girl he doesn’t know her name wearing a very short skirt and cheerleading uniform with her lipstick on commented on him. While waiting for Cara, a group of cheerleaders joined his table at the cafeteria. “We actually fit if I wore the costume of Hulk.” The girls laughed and giggled at his joke. He tells them a story about one of his terrible experiences on blind dates. After that blind date, he never did it again. While chatting with the girls, he saw Cara looking at him with her furrowed face. He called her name immediately to wake her attention as she would leave without even seeing him. Despite calling her, she continued her walk a
Her body is in so much sweat while searching the thing all over their house from every room through every single corner. She went back and forth from the living room to the kitchen. She looked for it again and again in the front and back yard of their house. But she couldn’t find it. If her parents will arrive now, they would think a thief had entered their house. Because the house is in so much mess right now. She went back to her room and rested her body on her bed. She stopped moving for a bit moment and closed her eyes to focus her mind on the thing she was looking for from the second she woke up from her dream. Yet, her memory is empty. She really can’t remember where she put that damn sketch of that man in her dream. Then she remembered Jean. Her best friend had shown her the picture of the sketch and remembered Vince's face again. But considering the dream she had a while ago; their character was different. She believes the person in her dream is not the person she had met re
She recalled the dream she had in her therapy. Noting every detail in her diary, her doctor advised her to do it for her mind and not to forget it again. The step-by-step solution for her dream behavior that Jean prescribed her is something like she writes a fiction story about herself. She noted every dream she had lately, and the dream she had during her last therapy session. He believes it was a memory of her as she thinks about it. But a dream is a thing that our subconscious minds speak about. However, her dream is not about her subconscious thoughts, but it’s like a memory. Well, it’s all the same. Her head is scrutinizing it again. She closed her diary when her professor walked in the middle, nearing closer to her seat. She’s back on listening to his discussion so she does not get caught on doing other things on her desk. Her class ends with her thoughts still occupied by her dream. She went straight to the powder room to do things a girl should do after class, retouching her
What happened in the library has nothing to do with his purpose of following her a while ago. And as far as he remembers, he’s just a good Samaritan who helped her when he saw her suddenly faint in front of him. “The stalker. Are you the one stalking me at the library?” Cara answered his question frankly. He did not know what she was talking about. The important thing he intends to ask her about got suddenly switched. He wants to blame his slipped tongue for it. “Right, let’s clarify the misunderstanding. First, I wasn’t the one stalking you at the library and earlier in the corridor. Second, why do you think someone was stalking you like you’re always being paranoid? And last, what really happened to you at the library? Do you have a death threat? I just found you looking frightened and when I came near you, you suddenly fainted.” She’s not suspecting him. She just needs someone to blame for her little absurdity. “Maybe because you happened to be there twice when I thought there w
“I have a room, for you to rest. If you don’t mind, I’ll show you.” There he goes again. She’s discerning he would bring her into a dark place again, like last time in the school theater. She also remembers the dream she had with his face. There have some points of his character that look the same as the man’s character she dreamed of. And the feeling that she had in her dream is being the same as this man in reality. “I’m good. Don’t bother.” She answered him, pretending like she had no interest. Getting back to her right senses. She ignores the feeling she had earlier. “Um, if next time you want to sleep in the library, you can hide in that room where no one can bother you.” He insisted, displaying his striking and hypnotizing beam. As she easily swayed by it, discerning to fall on his hands again. “Even you?” She asked in her thoughts. “Where’s the place?” But she uttered a different question, expecting her thoughts to happen. “Follow me. And ask no more questions. Only me and