Am I breaking rules? Am I breaking my routine?
We're walking back home. The streets lights are on. The wind is caught in my hair I have to untangle strands. I gave up.
"Do you like mixes?" I asked
"I make them."
"Really?"
"Do you want me to make one for you?"
I'm not really sure if giving my trust to a person I've known for like 3 encounters will come off me naturally. If I'm somebody else I could be hiding under my blanket. I just know that he wouldn't do anything bad. He could've kidnapped me the last time we met but he didn't. Maybe he's building his trust to its prey? No. I will not trust my imagination.
"That would be nice. Actually I have mine here." I reach for a cd in bag. "Here." I gave it to him.
"I promise to make you one when I get home." He examines the cd like it's a science experiment. He's touching it like he can already feel the sound it'll make.
"I'm counting on that." I said. "That one was given to me by my friend and I loved it. Can you teach me how to make them? I love to go vintage."
We reached my house and I went straight for the door.
Not a date.
When I get to my room I looked at my bed side clock and groan. I only have few hours to sleep. How did that happen? It felt like we've been together for only a few minutes but I was wrong. In this kind of place, everyone's moving and working and seemed like they will not rest for the day and maybe that's just how we felt. We drifted into time and nothingness. We talk and nothing seemed to matter. But I have no intention of dealing with any emotions right now.
I slept the whole of my first period. I was late even. But I don't care.
"I thought we're going to school together? I didn't wait for you because I thought you left early." Jeo said, settling down beside me.
I feel like I'm drifting and my head spinning. I lean back my chair and close my eyes. I've been yawning for the last 2 hours since I woke up from a really bumpy ride on the bus. And I never got the sleep I deserved after that coffee last night.
"Sorry I fell asleep as soon as I had my seat on the bus. Forgot to text you." I answered putting my head on my desk. "And also I've been looking for best sleeping position here, do you mind?"
"No. Not at all. I'll wake you if Señora will come this way." She reached something from her pouch and put it on my head. "As promise." I reached for the shades on my head and wear them. "Well that looks good on you, now sleep."
"Thank you." And I'm gone.
I ran into Reider between my third and fourth classes. Literally ran into. I turned a corner in a preoccupied daze and he careened into me while watching Alex threw from down the hall.
As he hit me, Reider switched from trying to catch the snickers bar, which crashed to the floor, to catching me.
"Sorry, you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Figures I ran over you. But seriously, you're okay?"
"I'm not that fragile."
"I'd better walk you to class, just to make sure. Feels like it's somehow my fault keeping you up late and coffee" he teased.
"Then you'd better watch out," I answered with a smile and prayer of gratitude for a normal moment. "Because if it gets me an escort, I might start staging hallway collisions before all my classes."
"You think I'd complain about slamming into you a few times a day?" Reider followed me down the hall
I stop by the door of my Creative Non-fiction class. Reider reached into his bag and extended his hands to give me a cd.
"As promise?" I asked
"As promise." He answered "Also, I listened to your mix. I always thought of you as a Pop girl, not Indie and alternative type."
"Why? Because I'm too bubbly for those? I always thought of you as I-am-not-judgmental type and not I-know-what-you-listen-to-because-you-look-like-you-do type"
"I don't owe you anything anymore so maybe this is our last meeting." He smiled "Maybe." He winked then turn to leave.
I walk to my class and ducked into the desk beside Sam. He flipped open his notebook, scrawled angry words. And pushed it toward me: what was that about? I shook my head and shrugged. He wrote another one: a mix? But I'm not in the mood to answer or even shrugged so I shoved the cd in my binder and I just stared at the board.