CHAPTER TWO
NADIA'S POV.
Alright, I hallucinated that. I turned slowly, startled by the deep voice. A young man towered over me, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, his head tilted in curiosity.
My breath caught.
'How could someone be this... breathtaking?' I stared shamelessly, tracing every detail, his piercing blue eyes that shimmered under the moonlight, his high cheekbones, the sharp line of his jaw, and the way he chewed on his lower lip while running a hand through his curly black hair.
Unfair. No one had the right to look that good.
"Kill me," I muttered before I could stop myself and he furrowed his brows at me in confusion.
"Judging from those words and the tear stains on your cheeks, I am guessing you got hurt or something." He pointed out and I jolted, bringing myself back to reality.
I ignored his words and turned to face the fire blazing in front of me, cracking sounds of the woods could be heard, somehow blocking the sounds of other students around.
I guess I can say I wasn't surprised that I didn't notice I wasn't alone while crying. No wonder this man approached me.
How much of a bawling did I display?
"Is everything okay? Do you mind if I sit?" He inquired and I just shrugged. He should do whatever he wants.
"Tonight is beautiful. Is this how bonfires are held occasionally here?" He asked and that made me turn to narrow my eyes down at him.
'Was he new or something?' I wondered. Come to think of it, he had this strange, alluring scent of cider that didn't belong to any of the packs in this state.
Could he be a transfer student or someone here on vacation? Curiosity filled me so I decided to ask.
"Are you new here?" He nodded.
"Kinda of."
"Oh!" I muttered under my breath, suddenly feeling hot especially when he adjusted himself unconsciously to my side.
His scent grew stronger, filling my nose and reminding me of chocolate.
I had cried too much and could feel my head pounding so I let out a groan, wanting to cup my head when he grabbed my hands, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
"Are you alright?" He asked kindly, and I wanted to reply to him, but my mouth suddenly felt too heavy, saliva gathering.
"You are looking pale, are you cold?" He kept on asking questions, his eyes flashing with concern, something that surprisingly moved me.
When was the last time anyone cared about me? The ones I thought did just betrayed me a few minutes ago, so why was this stranger having concerns?
Before I could stop it, tears rushed to the brim of my eyelids, gushing out as I sniffled and chuckled, wanting to release my hand from his, when his fingers began to stroke the inside of my palm.
Something warm melted in me, and I parted my lips, leaning forward unconsciously, and he did the same, his eyes flashing with emotions I couldn't recognize, and before I could say Jack, his warm lips covered mine.
I gasped into the kiss especially when he bit my lower lip, wrapping a hand around my waist and the other on the back of my head, bringing me closer into his embrace.
'What are you doing?' My mind screamed at me but I didn't know either, more like I didn't want to stop.
Our lips continued to press against one another, gently at first then furiously.
Even when he broke the kiss and cupped my face into his huge palms, cleansing my tears with his fingers as he parted my lips next, I didn't stop him.
Rather, I licked my tear stains from his fingers, tasting how salty I was, knowing that it was pain, but for some reason, my heart wasn't really aching again.
Oh! It was, but not from agony or betrayal but something more, like want. We stared deep into one another's eyes and I knew right there that he wanted me as much as I did him, so I leaned in closer, closing the little gap between us and kissing him first this time.
My nipples began to peak, feeling itchy as I rubbed them against his chest, wrapping my hands around his neck before crawling into his lap, his hands moving from my waist down to my butt to cup them.
I moaned in his mouth as he fondled them, rocking against him and throwing my head backwards, exposing my neck for his teeth to gaze at as he gave me kisses all over.
I was still enjoying his touches when he lifted me into his arms and got into his feet, walking to God knows where, as our lips returned to one another.
"Make me forget," I whispered as I shut my eyes and gave myself into whatever pleasure was calling unto me.
DING! DING! DING!
My alarm rang abruptly, startling me awake from whatever dream I was having.
I flicked my eyelids open to find myself on my bed in my dorm room, dressed in my nightie.
As I glanced around in confusion, trying to sit up, my head began to throb heavily like a hammer was being hit on it.
On my desk sat a bottle of water and two pills of aspirin.
I hadn't put them there.
Besides, when did I get here? Wasn't I kissing some stranger by the campus bonfire?
'Did I hallucinate everything, did nothing ever happen including the betrayal?' I pondered, feeling desperate for answers and a little bit of hope rising in me when my phone panged and I saw it was a message from David.
"I know I don't need to tell you this, but just to be on the safe side. We are done and Lana is now my girlfriend as she should be. Move on, sidepiece." I read out aloud and scoffed in disbelief.
His audacity was alarming but then, that meant everything truly did happen last night. Just that thought made my heart clench in pain.
"Oh, moon goddess! Guide me." I prayed, feeling the heavy sting of tears again but then blinking them back.
'I had cried enough for this bastard, it was time to really move on and good riddance to rubbish.' I thought as I got out of bed and almost tripped on something.
I looked down to see it was the clothes and shoes I wore yesterday lying on the floor, discarded, but why do I have no memory of pulling them off and getting dressed in this nightgown?
Did I truly do something with that stranger? If yes, why aren't I feeling pains all over and how did I get home?
When I noticed I was having another headache, I just decided to get prepared for the day and even as I walked into school that morning, all eyes were on me.
"It's David's ex-girlfriend. I heard her best friend took her place." A girl in the hallway whispered and I just rolled my eyes, trying to bury their whispers.
"Good. He deserves better anyway." Her friend agreed with her and I groaned.
Couldn't these people just get a life or something? They were always gossiping.
I entered the hall, waiting for the man of the day to come in and teach so I could get out afterwards.
My first class was literature and the girls in my row wouldn't shut up about the new professor. I'd heard Mr. Alfred wouldn't be teaching us anymore.
Speaking of hot, I was reminded instantly of the stranger last night.
'Could he have been a figment of my imagination? I wasn't exactly in my right state of mind last night.' I thought and just then the whole class burst into an uproar.
The door swung open.
The class went dead silent, then erupted in excited whispers.
I looked up and froze.
They are at the front of the class.
Was HIM.
My mouth parted as my world shifted.
The man from last night, the one who kissed me like I was oxygen, stood by the whiteboard, adjusting his glasses as he set down his books.
He looked straight at me. Our eyes locked.
He smirked.
And then he said—
"Class, I'm Professor Theodore."
"Holy shit!"