She was walking on the pathway that led to the building of her next class. She woke up late as expected after having a terrible hangover and was presently in a hurry before she turned up late.
His professor did not like excuses in his class. Students either showed up on time or should not bother coming to class. That was his strict rule.
Kendra had no problem at all since she was on a later schedule. "Hey, who was that guy you were flirting with last night?" Kendra asked, her eyes boring into her with so much curiosity.
When she saw Gav talking to a hot guy last night, she was slightly jealous. He seemed to be such a good catch, but she was also happy that her friend was finally attracting men.
Not that her friend did not have several admirers, but most of them did not even make it to the first base before her friend shut them down. Maybe this one would be different.
She felt like her friend needed some action, a little spice in her life. At twenty-one, she was still single and had never been in a relationship with a man or a woman. Whatever she preferred anyway. It was a new world.
"First, I was not flirting with him. Second, he was only trying to make friends since he was not from around here." Gav explained to her friend, correcting her dirty assumptions.
If she did not know, her friend was already setting her up in her mind, thinking that she should see that man again and get it over with, whatever. But that was the last thing she wanted.
She would only give herself to the man that deserved her. Why would she even rush this thing as if she would gain something by losing it at her present age? All she would probably get was a disease or a baby on the way.
"So, are you, friends, now? How long will he be staying in town?" Kendra inquired, determining if things had a chance to progress between her friend and the attractive hunk.
Compared to the first man she saw looking at her friend, she believed that this other guy was much better. On a scale of one to ten, he was twelve.
If Gav did not want him, she was willing to take him off her hands. Now that she was single again, she did not mind having a rebound guy around.
"If you are interested in him, I am sorry to tell you that I would not know how to contact him or how long he would be staying." She told her friend, who anxiously waited for information. "I don't know if I will see that man ever again."
So that should answer her question if she managed to make friends with that man. The only thing she knew about him was his name and that he had saved her before.
After their few conversations, where he mostly asked the question while she answered only the few she was comfortable with, she decided to thank him and end the night.
"What? You let him slip through your fingers. If I had known you would do that, I should have come and intervened last night." Kendra uttered frustratedly.
She felt her friend deserved to have a life. She was still also young, but she was, as usual, burying herself with her books and her family.
She had no qualms with her family. She thought her parents were the coolest. Well, especially her hot brother. But of course, under the best friend code, her brother was off-limits to her.
Still, she believed she was missing out on life. At least in their young lives. She should be partying and experiencing relationships.
"You know what, I am already late for class." She turned to her friend to stop her from her tracks. "Stop following me." She hugged her friend and kissed her quickly on the cheeks before sprinting away from her.
She only had a minute to spare and still a few meters to cover before reaching her room. She did not want to miss this class because she had a hard time with this professor.
She wanted to graduate at the top of her class. So, when she applied for a job, she would have no problem getting what she wanted. That was what her brother did. Now, Jax was working for one of the biggest firms in their city.
"Did you at least find out his name?" Kendra shouted as she continued to run away from her.
She did, but she was not about to share that information, not with her or anyone else. For the first time, that was one secret she wanted to keep for herself.
Now, whenever she dreamed of her mysterious savior, she knew what to call him, Matteo Sullivan. He was not a faceless and nameless savior anymore.
She ignored her friend, pretending not to hear her amidst the noise of the other student scattered around them. She continued on her way and got to class just on time.
"Ok. Let me hear what you have researched about mythological creatures." The professor of their literature class wanted them to write an essay about the different myths surrounding their history.
She quickly took her paper out and hoped that what she had prepared for several days was good enough. "What did you do?" She whispered to the man next to him.
"Vampires, of course. They were the coolest." He uttered confidently, shaking the papers in his hands.
"Yeah, that is cool." She answered back, suddenly wondering if her topic was as interesting enough. Suddenly she regretted not doing witches, which was her initial thought.
Being in an investigative literature class was no picnic. Finding the best topic for a particular theme was usually hard. Gav had to convince her professor and almost her entire class that her story was worth writing and reporting.
Her parents always insisted that she should have taken up medicine or law like her brother. She had the brains to do that, but she did not feel like tinkering with bodies. Law would have been ok, but still, she did not want to follow in her brother's footsteps.
"Ok, let's start. I thought it is only fair that the last person in the door should go first." The professor looked in her direction, and she already knew he was referring to her.
"Just my luck," Gav muttered to herself, grabbing her assignment. She slowly walked to the podium set up in front of the class.
She took a deep breath, looked at his professor and the entire class then closed her eyes for the last time. "Crawlers under the Full Moon." She began when her professor signaled her to start.
She was not particularly interested in these fictional species. But somehow, she found herself researching about them on the net when she stumbled on a particular photo.
They were just shapeshifters who transformed under the full moon, so she could not find anything fascinating about them. The mere fact they looked hideous when they changed to their animal form was not particularly interesting.
But she still ended up writing about them. She ended the report with her last note. "They were just savage monsters roaming the darkness of the night."