Inside Of Her Mind

Chapter Two

I sat, legs crossed on my bed, my laptop sitting in my lap. Ms. Rostire, my English teacher, had assigned us an essay to write. Two days for 30 pages....

I had already finished ten, it took hours, and I'm absolutely thrilled to continue.

My phone dings from besides me and I grab it, reading the text on the home screen. It's from Ciarra,

'hey, Samira's on her way to the dorms, she should be here soon, we're going out and you're coming with us'

I throw my head back and groan. Can count on Ciarra to make plans at the last minute and when it inconveniences me the most. And why is Samira picking me up and not Ciarra herself?

Nevertheless, I power off my laptop and slide off the bed. I walk over to the closet, my bare feet padding against the wood floor.

Gripping the handle, I slide the closet open. I rake through the clothing, hanging on white hangers. My fingers glide over the fabric of a white lacey top and I pull it out. I hang it on my forearm and rake through the rest of the hanging clothes. Pulling out a pair of plain brown bell bottoms, that aren't jeans, thankfully.

Shutting my closet, I stare at myself in the mirror, pulling off my hoodie and stripping off my sweatpants. Once I'm dressed, I wait.

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I run my fingers along the panel of shelves, padding up the dust and rolling it off. The shelves carry novels from my greatest literary heroes. I exhale, blowing the max of dust off the surface and slip my fingers in to pick up a large book, a collection of Jane Austen's supposed greatest works.

My fingers feel dry as I page through the books, scanning the words that were so delicately and perfectly written. From Emma to Pride and Prejudice, I'm astounded by the utter talent that radiates from this woman. If only she were alive would I be able to share my admiration for her directly.

"Beck?" My trance is broken by my name being called from outside my Jane Austen hut. I clutch the book to my chest and turn to the voice's call. There stands a beautiful figure. A pear shaped body, with large doe eyes that seem to stare straight through me. At a phantom that lurks behind me. Brown skin glowing from the light atop her, she seems angelic.

"Hm?" I asked Samira. The corner of her lips curl as her eyes drift to my chest. I feel tingly, her eyes there, then I realize that she's staring at the book I'm holding and not my body. Shifting my weight, I clear my throat, and her eyes snap to mine again, her smile still prominent.

"I see you found my library." She steps up to me and faces the shelves. I lose my tension, dropping my shoulders and exhaling. I watch her eyes scan the spines of books, glowing at certain ones. She turned to me and my breath hitches.

Her lips part as she looks at the book in hands. Her fingers touch the cover lightly and she smiles a small smile. I watch, feeling like I'm watching a movie, not in my own skin. She lightly tips the book away from me and I allow her to pull it away, dropping my arms.

She looks into my eyes and laughs silently, her shoulders rising and falling. I can't help my lips curling. I feel out of body, like my actions aren't mine as I touch her waist. Her smile drops and she sucks in a breath at my touch. Her skin is bare from her cropped t-shirt and goosebumps rise as my fingers slowly glide downwards. I look down, watching my hands move.

I'm out of control, allowing them to dance on her skin, pushing her towards me by her lower back. I don't know what I'm doing, touching this woman I've only just met. But I don't feel like letting go.

I snap my hand away as the doorbell rings through the house. Samira coughs, "It's probably Ciarra-" I meet her eyes and she swallows, "I'll... uh... I'll go get it." She sucks in her lips, dashing away.

I breathe out, feeling connected to myself again. I curse under my breath and rub my temples, staring at the floor. I don't feel anything for her. We're friends, if anything. I don't like her, I don't like women at all. So what the hell was that?

Swallowing the forming lump in my throat, I walk outside of the room. Voices echo from downstairs and when I hang over the rail on the hallway, I see Samira and Ciarra laughing together.

Ciarra sees me and waves, yelling, "Sorry I couldn't pick you up! I was busy!" I faintly see her smiling, but she looks like an ant.

"It's fine!" I yell back, smiling. My mind drifts to what happened before, I can't get the picture out of my mind. I keep reminding myself that I feel nothing for her. And I don't... right?

{ A/N - Sorry this chapter was short, I got worn out lol. I know my writing was rushed in chapter one so I tried to make up for it here by adding more detail :)

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