The breeze felt great, and the field was quiet. Many students have left for the semester break, some were finishing exams and term papers. And I was spending solitary time under the mango tree. I've finished my exams and submitted all my papers and came to school anyway, so I could lie under the tree and enjoy some peace and quiet.
"I knew I could find you here." I heard Alex's voice come up to my side.. he sat beside me and handed me a can of coke. "Sugar for the brains."
"Thanks. You have exams?" I asked.
"Nah. I'm done. Just wanted to go here."
"Me too."
Alex laid down and closed his eyes. He may have fallen asleep, I cannot tell.
"I wanna smoke." He suddenly said..
"We're on campus you know."
"Wanna hangout at my apartment?"
"Sure."
We walked out of the campus, and took a 10min walk towards an apartment building. It's a popular housing for students because the rent was cheap plus it has free WiFi. It has 6 rooms for rent and attached to it was the owner's own house which was slightly bigger than the rented units so it was easy to tell.
"You live alone?" I inquired. I had a notion he's renting a room but instead, he went straight to the attached house. The owner's house. So he's the owner?
"Yes, my parents house. They're abroad so I'm alone."
"I thought you said apartment?"
"The building next door is an apartment, I rented it to A-uni students."
"Aahh.." well I knew that already.
He handed me a pack of Marlboro.
"So if you ever needed a room, let me know."
"I'm actually renting at the University dorms. Kinda pricey though."
"Just as well, if you wanna move."
"I'll keep it in mind, thanks."
I ended up staying longer than I intended. It was past 10 pm and the college dorms were locked for the night. I spent the rest of the evening at Alex's, drinking. I lie on the floor, staring at the white ceiling, my head spinning from too much alcohol.
"You shouldn't lie down if you are dizzy." Alex sat and leaned at me, his arms rested on my chest, his face inches from mine. And getting closer.
What would happen if I close my eyes? I wondered.
So I did and waited.
What the hell was I doing?
Well I doubt he'd do anything, he's a guy after all.
Then I felt his lips on mine.
Wait, I should stop.
"..hmm" I couldn't find my voice. .
Alex wasn't stopping, he kept his kiss light making me reach for more.
This actually feels nice.
I dropped all my senses, raised my arms and pulled him closer to me.
Stop. Somewhere in my head scream at me
No. My alcohol laced consciousness responded.
Stop.
I want more.
Yes. I kinda like it.
The bitter sweet taste of beer and a slight smell of cigarettes.
I woke up with a headache. I sat up remembering where I was- And what happened last night. I think I might die of embarrassment.
I made out with Alex and then what? I think I passed out after that. Well I still have my clothes on so I guess nothing more happened.
"Oh hey, you up." I turned to see Alex wearing only his boxers, standing by the doorway. I felt my face growing hot. "coffee?" He asked.
How come he seemed normal?
"Yea, thanks."
"Come to the kitchen."
I followed him to the dining area and sat at an empty chair. He placed a cup of coffee in front of me and sat down across from where I was seated.
"Thanks." I murmured. I took a sip and peeked at him. Damn this is embarrassing. Why does it feel like I was the only one remembering?.
He lit a cigarette, turned to me and smiled.
"You really are quiet."
I looked at him but it's making me anxious. He acted normal but here I was jittering like an idiot.
"Alex?" Somebody called from the outside. Alex stood up and walked to the front door. I took the cigarette he left at the ashtray and took a long pull. And another.
"One of my tenants is leaving." He said when he returned, this time he sat beside me.
"You finished my smoke?" He looked at me but I couldn't look back. He leaned closer and kissed me lightly on the lips. "You're so tense. Relax." He laughed.
How was I supposed to? My heart was beating too fast for me to assess the situation.
He flicked my forehead and sighed. "You think too much. Do I make you uncomfortable?"
I sighed. "Sorry."
"I won't know if you will not tell me." He reached out and took my hand. His fingers were cold and shaking, just like mine.
"Sorry. I don't understand." I murmured
"Can you stop saying sorry?" He said softly.
I stood up and left without a word.