Transitions of a lost soul

(Chapter 3: Brandon, my demon spirit)

February 18, 2016 was the beginning of the end for me. Senior year of high school, me and Liza were getting ready to go to gym class when he approached me. It was like a god-like structure looking at me. He was about 6 foot 4, which was gigantic for a 5 foot 2 woman like myself. He had long flowing chocolate colored hair, an amazingly fit body, cold hazel eyes, medium plump lips and a little stubble on his face. It was like looking at a Spanish Jesus and I couldn't utter not one sound out of my mouth. I was in a daze looking at him. A deep voice emerged from his lips: " I couldn't help but notice you and had to get a closer look. You are just as beautiful up close than afar, what's your name?" he asks me.

I part my lips as I say my name, but a weird squeak comes out instead. Liza laughs and tells him: "I'm sorry, her name's Jarlene..She's a little starstruck right now, give her a minute." He chuckles: "I see, my name is Brandon..nice to meet you", smiling as he shakes my hand. His hand touching mine is what snapped me out of my daze as I slowly looked up to the beautiful specimen. "I gotta get going though, I don't want us late for our classes. Hope to see you soon Jarlene." he says as he removes his hand from mine, walking towards Mr. Roven's science class. "OMG BITCH, what was that !?!" Liza shouts as she shakes me back and forth.

"You are so lucky I was here to help you bag such a gorgeous man, I'm actually quite jealous of you." she says jokingly. I don't even know how I bagged him, even with Liza's help. We get the rest of our things in our lockers and I feel a small paper in my left hand, the same hand Brandon shook. I opened the paper and it had his number on it with a message saying : "meet me by a white honda civic afterschool. - Brandon". On the outside I kept my cool, but inside I was screaming my heart out and dancing like a white girl with no rhythm. I didn't even bother to tell Liza what the paper said, I just gathered up my things and went to class. Who would've known that this day that I considered special, would turn into a nightmare down the line for me...