"I can not simply go into details for not all of you can handle it. So let us solve our assignments before going for evening journals (it is called evening journals in the university of Afrinej for it is the time for course mates offering general courses together in different departments to find common grounds, challenge one another to be better at the course and also for seniors familiar and well versed to school returning carryover students and new students )."you do not think we are buying all your acts, get ready to haunt him down , he will not be leaving the hostel's passage today and that is for sure."Moore kept moving in circles around his friends until they got tired and frustrated with wanting to make him succumb.
"The evening is fast approaching, Sharon. Let us go get Beulah from the common room, alright? They surely will be needing her help in evening journals, I am sure she is hoping we would come to understand her predicament" Blue tried to convince Sharon . Sharon bursted into laughter and told her, "she came in this morning, changed after washing up, I am sure she is already at the evening journals. Look, girl. She does not need us. In the real sense; we need her. We need her to protect us from any thing we are running away from. So, if you are already here with your things, I think we better head to the journals, get one or few things, recover and be good to each other once again." Sharon sounded pretty convincing but a part of Blue also felt it was conning that she flipped over night. She had no clear reason to put her on the few suspect list she created out of nowhere but she is ready to help her see reasons if she ever doubted being with Beulah as a good friend. Beulah went to the school's pavilion before anyone could come around, she went to a last end, picked a book to read, squatted at a corner comfortable in the last end and kept reading until she heard a sound like lightning , wincing sound and scratches. She was pissed and exhausted, "just when I want to find another form of peace, you won't let me be? I do not want to know a thing about you please, get a grip, okay?" She shouted and this made the creature hiss at her. She was about to run towards it and hit it to fall into distress but she found a guy so handsome with his six colored dyed hair lighting a smoke and puffing it carelessly into air. He could be called the Art of smokes, the way he handled each puffs and it made so much sense to watch yet it doesn't make any sense that he looks so young and carefree. She stared at him for some while before Truth looked upwards. "You could just ignore me, why do you keep staring? Go, go, go, keep reading. I am sure you are part of the ones who will be leading at the evening journals, yeah?" He snared and dragged his smoke, put it off by stepping on it and turned to leave.
"I know you are a mythical creature. This is just a make believe right? Nope. (Beulah moved closer) You need not say a thing, I will figure out myself, You are the hundred years old mythical creature who lost many potential partners yet has to live until he finds true love again, you survive on positive energy and emotions so you are trying as much as possible to be negative, do negative things so you can die faster. Hmmm, i tell you, you are only getting stronger, you will never die else you find yourself a great balance in life. I will celebrate your death then. I am Beulah and you are?" Beulah asked Truth who already had his hands in his pocket , for a shake while waiting for him to introduce himself. "Now, this is the point where you get emotional but you are a "creature" not a "creation", there is no way in the world you will get to fill anything called "true emotions" anymore." Truth said that through his mind and smiled faintly , "I am Truth, Nice meeting you." Beulah dragged him close and gave him a hug, he felt warm instantly not knowing the next step to take or what to do to make her stop making him that uncomfortable. He just kept still and slowly began to feel like a normal human being. Moore saw Beulah hugging a guy with dyed hair who seems quite handsome, tidy and extremely attractive with the touch of inextricable class he oozed of just as he stood with nonchalance around Beulah's wrap. He could sense both dangerous and calm from both of them but he just thought to speak with Beulah this time that he found her with only a person in the school pavilion. Beulah let go of Truth, rubbed in the side of his arms and smiled looking at his face, Truth lost control. To him, Beulah is a beautiful woman but has never been his spec to ever get attracted to , he leaned forward to her and planted a kiss on her lips. It got Beulah very hyper but she could not move one inch. She watched him leave to the hostel but in her transitional stance, she kept seeing herself slap Truth a few times but she knew he was leaving and she was not planning to settle with it or take actions either. "Hey" Moore moved close to her. She moved away from his grip on her wrist out of her transitional stance before she realized he is just another student speaking with her at the moment. "Are you okay?" Moore asked her. "Oh, hey. Do I know you? How May I help you?" Beulah asked him still trying to get a grip from being startled and stressed.