Moon Sonata | A Compilation Of Stories

(EN) From Mirrors to Rome

"Alright. I want girls on the right and boys on the left, holding hands. Follow my lead in a straight line," said Professor Knight while she waved her long blonde hair in the air.

Grunts of displeasure could be heard all over the open space, even above the noise of the loud tourist in the city. She always did this in every damn trip; treating us like children instead of grownup teenagers.

I was almost eighteen, for God's sake.

Girls and boys started to quickly fall in line, not wanting to make the teen-slayer mad. Mrs. Knight could be quite the bitch when she was angry. I followed my best friend, Anna's, lead, getting in line behind her, distracted by the imposing beautiful view of the Museum of History and Mythology in front of me.

I've been excited about this day since Professor Knight told us about the school trip last week. The museum was in Arizona and even though I always wanted to come, I couldn't bring myself to ask mom to bring me. She had enough on her plate by trying to put food on our table every day.

I felt a firm hand reaching for mine and I grasped it absently, feeling its nice warm engulfed me.

"Hi."

I snapped my head in the direction of the hesitant greeting, feeling my neck heat and my cheeks blush deeply when I realized to whom it belonged the voice and the hand that was currently holding mine.

"Hi," I greeted back sheepishly.

George, aka Golden Boy and quarterback of Broken Hill's high school football team, smiled at me, the dimple on his left cheek I was so obsessed with showing deeply. I couldn't help but smile back, and blush a little more.

Damn! Stupid blood!

I have been crushing on George since middle school when he was just a scrawny kid that wore glasses. My crush never dissipated though. If not, it increased in intensity now that he turned into this jaw-dropping boy with a killer body and smart brain.

The line of students started moving and soon enough we were inside the museum, my mind momentarily forgetting about the handsome boy next to me. We walked room by room while Professor Knight and the museum guide gave us a tour throughout our history. This place was any history freak dream come true and let's face it, I was a history freak through and through. We made a short stop in the Independence Day section and Professor Knight decided to give a long speech of why this day was so important for every Americans.

I scoffed, undignified. As if we did not know that already. I heard George chuckle next to me, squeezing my hand lightly and making me blush. Again. He closed the distance between us and brush his warm lips over my ear, making me shudder with the sensation. "C'mon. You can slip away and go to that Ancient and Mythological section you had always wanted to see so much. I will cover for you."

My jaw hit the floor with surprise. Literally. "How do you know that?" I asked in a whisper.

George gave me one of his cocky smirks. "I just know. Do you want to go to see it or not?"

I nodded my head with fast movements. "Yes."

"Alright, I will distract Professor Knight so you can slip away. Don't get into too much trouble, Pinky."

George released my hand and moved out of line to the front and started talking with Professor Knight, distracting her, as he said he would. He made a movement with his hand at his back, gesturing for me to go, and I did. My face was a red mess of embarrassment and confusion. He haven't called me Pinky since we were kids. It used to be his nickname for me because I was smaller than most kids and always wore pink glasses.