• Just Another Day
    Breaking away, my face flushed red. The students applause hadn’t quite faded, when all of a sudden Mr. McElroy rushed forward taking Alisa into a tight hug. “Bravo, Alisa my dear!”
    Pulling away as much as I could, I turned my head to see Vincent staring at me with a hypnotizing smile. Returning his friendly smile, he mouthed ‘you did great’ and flashed a grey glare at the crowd sending them into a hush. “Shall we go on, Mr. McElroy?” Vincent asked in a voice only fit for perfection.
    “No, Vincent. We’ve seen enough,” Mr. McElroy said scribbling on a post-stick note and handed it to Vincent. “You will report here tomorrow at the same time.” With a simple nod, Vincent stared at me with his spiraling purple eyes, then turned and briskly walked out the door.
    Staring out the window of the room, I watched Vincent continue away back to the dormitory. Where was he headed? Then the clock seemed to pull slow and then let out a loud tick. Class was over. Scurrying out the door, I chased my way into the dormitory. A click of a door coming from the left caught my attention. No doubt, that was Vincent. Hurriedly I ran to the closed door, and without realize, I ran face first into it. Thud.
    Backing up, the door opened with a beautiful grin. “You’re going to miss my class, Alisa.” Vincent said with a grin that was only spreading wider.
    “I was gonna say the same thing! What are you doing?!” I nearly yelled.
    “Shhhh! I was going to take a quick shower!” He hissed at me.
    Now the answer almost seemed so obvious. His shirt was hanging gently on his shoulders and unbuttoned all the way to the bottom. “Oh.” I replied feeling idiotic. Once again his eyes were locked to me.
    The purple mist in his eyes swirled darkly to the core, the pupil. My thoughts begged for me to hold him or to go inside to the mysterious room that looked ever so alluring. And once again, he almost seemed to be drinking my thoughts. His head tilted sideways and laid his head on the door frame. “Alisa, would you care to come in?”
    Trying not to stutter, I simply proceeded forward into his room. He shifted his weight to the right and pointed over to a chair in notion to sit. Taking my place in his black leather, corporate chair, I searched for words within myself. “Vincent?” I managed to pull from my mind.
    “Yes?” He replied back.
    “Did you know about me being the Juliet?”
    “No. I guess it was simple luck.” He chuckled.
    Luck?! Did he just refer to our run in today as luck?! I was aching to laugh in his face and say ‘Luck?! You mean misfortune, right?’ But all my vocal chords begged to not. Squirming in my chair, his eyes caught mine again.
    “Now it’s my turn to ask you something,” He said bluntly.
    “What is it?” I whispered in awe. I wasn’t sure if my sudden insecurity was because of the new environment or his perfect body in plain sight being so near and within reach, but surely this moment of awe would be ruined with new worries.
    “Why did you follow me?” Vincent asked grimly.
    Squirming again, I looked for answers I didn’t even know. Surely he was good, no scratch that, great looking, but never enough for me to follow someone home. “I-“ Cut off with his chuckle, he waved his hand.
    “Forget it. I’m glad you’re here.” Vincent began to button his shirt, and reached for a can and began to sip the substance. Vincent threw himself against his bed and eyed his posters. “Do you like Disturbed?”
    Opposed to the fact that I used to practically worship their music a year prior to now, I was thrown off by his sudden choice of subject. “Yeah, I love ‘em” I replied dumbly.
    “Awesome,” Vincent chimed leaning forward to pick up a C.D. “I do a few mixes of my own music. I’ve always had a passion for music.” He eyed the C.D. with passion and then placed it back onto his night stand. Then he turned to me, stared me down. Every bit of my being was confused with his quietness. Then words swarmed in my head. “Ugh, I want to be next to you. You’re so beautiful. You’re killing me!” These thoughts didn’t seem to be of my own, but had the voice of Vincent’s. Standing up, I sat next to him on his bed, but then a look of puzzle crossed his face. More thoughts traveled into my mind. “How did she know?!”
    His purple eyes scanned me, and then he smiled. “D-don’t we have a cl-” Again, cut off, but this time it was more of a luxury. More than anything I didn’t want this to end. His lips were pressed to mine, but a new presence was sensed. His hand pulled around my back and my hand knotted into his amazing hair. But tears soon followed. Was I sad? God, no. I was incredibly happy, no, I was extatic! But the tears weren’t from me. Vincent’s tears were pulling from his face to mine. Tears dripped on to my cheeks and then off my chin. His lips traveled from my lips to my neck. The warm air escaping his lips was making the hair on my neck stand. Suddenly, Vincent jumped back into a standing position and reached for the door.
    Flinging the door open, he simply shouted back “You’re late!” and then he ran out. This time it was my turn to want to sob. What had happened? One moment everything seemed so… blurry. Wait, what even happened?! I stood up and wiped Vincent’s tears off of my face. Or were they mine? This blank out is not cool, I thought to myself.
    I sprinted to my class in a hurry and stopped at the lake. There he stood, sparring with Aleah! When did the little tramp join anyways?! I thought to myself. Wait?! This isn’t me! Turning around, I choked back tears that I knew would be coming. Why would I even be upset? It’s not like he’s my boyfriend. Too late, tears were streaming down my face, leaving a trail of eyeliner. Vincent looked towards me, but then went back to sparring. That was it! I’m done! Running to the dorm, I saw Shane staring at me. Great.
    “Hey beautiful,” Shane greeted me.
    “Don’t mess with me Shane,” I warned swiping away my tears.
    “Babe, I’m here for you,” He chirped with a giddy grin.
    “I’m not your “babe”” I growled.
    “Did Mr. Perfect blow you off for the blond?” He asked, pushing my emotions to the limit. “Don’t answer. Better yet, LIE to yourself.” Once again, Shane was pushing the buttons and pulling on the strings of my heart.
    “Shut up!” I screamed sending my open hand into his face. Slap.
    His face shaded a pink of anger as he glared at me. “You could hurt someone.” He replied as if nothing had happened.
    My eyes filled with tears again, and I turned to my dorm. Walking down the halls, each door seemed like more anger for me to take to Aleah. Throwing open the door and re-slamming it shut, I wept wildly.
    Why the heck would I be sad? I don’t even like him… I curled onto my bed and let my tears fall off my face as I stared at my own disturbed poster that I had taped to the wall a couple days ago. The time passed and I only simply sat and cried or sat and stared idly. Eventually I fell into a sudden peaceful hush and slept.
    Click, click. I jolted up and saw Aleah throwing her bag onto the bed and rubbed her neck.
    “Wow, your boyfriend sure knows how to work a girl out,” Aleah chuckled.
    Once again I could feel the sorrowful pain in my throat of new tears, but choking back I threw her a glare. “Had fun?”
    “Yeah, he sure is amazing. But I’m sure you already knew that.” She said with a huge taunting smile ripped across her face.
    Once again the pain waved over me like waves of an ocean corroding away the sands of a forgotten island. Gripping my pillow, I shut my eyes and accidentally let one tear escape. Luckily, Aleah didn’t even notice and darted to the shower.