heartless | dreamnotfound

one

the next morning was slow, i had woken up with a warm greeting from the beautiful woman that lies beside me each night. mariah her name is. she wakes me every morning and helps me through, preparing me for another day of school. college. 

her voice is sweet as she speaks to me about how i need to start making a better commitment to my work considering how my grades are plummeting rapidly due to my lack of focus. she encouraged me to speak to the dean about how i can approve so here i am, sitting in the waiting room as he speaks to another. i glance around the dimly lit room, the same chairs pulled in multiple rows, tables filled with magazines and small fidgets to distract yourself. 

the room is silent as my eyes watch the door, i take in my surroundings and i feel every touch, i hear the sounds of the flies buzzing around the television that softly plays cable above me. distant laughter and keyboards clicking, i feel the sweat push through the holes in my skin, hands turning clammy as i rub them against my thighs. i hear the hairs on my skin collide with the fabric, tangling and pulling lightly. i embrace the feeling. it brings my teeth to grind along my gums, breaking the sheer layers of skin as a smile threatens to tug at the corners of my lips. 

my peripheral vision catches the door pull open, a tall blonde waltzes out, her hand clutching on her backpack straps as she smiles cheekily. her appearance seems sloppy and believe it or not the counselor seems satisfied. my insides cringe at the thought of an older man praying on a younger female which is what she liked but like mariah referred to often 'looks can be deceiving'

"george davidson.." he inhales, i feel his dark brown eyes cast onto my skin, i flip slowly and rise from my chair with precision as i approach the room with no expression. the room i enter is dim, a large desk with sprawled out papers, scattered pens and pencils rolling beside his monitor. picture frames filled with photos of tiny children with bright smiles. i furrow my brows in disgust as i sat. 

"so mr davidson, what can i do for you?" he speaks. "how can i improve my grades?" i question quietly, staring as he pushes back in his chair. lashes fluttering in thought, skin wrinkling as he pondered.

the interaction was odd, the mans body language threw me off but i proceeded to have a whole conversation with him on how i didn't particularly value my grades but i wanted to see how i could bring them up before the end of the semester, he babbled some useless nonsense on getting me with a tutor although i declined due to the cost but he insisted so i couldn't refuse once again. throughout the rest of the day i went through my classes, trying to be more aware of note taking and soaking up the knowledge which is something i rarely did when participating in hour long lectures about filmmaking. 

after my last class i stepped outside for a cigarette, watching as cars flew down the street. tree leaves swaying through the slight breeze that brushed through my hair. i pulled my attention to the sound of burning ashes as i sat comfortably on the bus bench, patiently waiting for my ride to arrive. 

then once i was on the city bus i ride to my apartment unit which wasn't far from my college building, leaving me to end up on my doormat in minutes. i wrapped my hand around the cold doorknob and pushed through, entering the darkness. as i did so i pushed my bag off onto the floor, flicked on the lights and removed my jacket. 

"mariah..?" i called out hearing a slight ruckus from down the corridor where the bathroom door was slightly pulled open, steam coming from around slipped through into the cool air; disappearing. 

i hurried over and examined the blurry exterior, the shower door pointing out her long black frame that was finishing up her washing cycle. i wiped my hand down the mirror and faced the sink where i splashed some warm water over my face and brushed my teeth, awaiting my girlfriend. 

"george, is that you?" 
"yeah."

seconds later she pulls open the door slowly, i flip around and analyze her body that lies in front of me on display. her curves are perfect around the edges, her chest sits pretty and her thighs push together around her private area. her skin looked smooth and soft, i felt absolutely vulnerable under her contact. she was one of the most beautiful women i've ever laid my eyes upon. "hi" she mumbles calmly. i feel at loss of words. 

"i missed you" she moves slowly but approaches me, hands reaching to grab my forearm. i expected her touch to drive my body crazy but i felt nothing down below, it confused me but i chose not to speak about it but only to acknowledge the lack of feeling. 

"i missed you too." 

"you're so beautiful" she comments, dragging her palms to my jawline where she traced her dainty fingers. it brought my lips to flip up into a grin at the warm touch. "says you." i say, cringing instantly, my hands clasping around her waist; thumb occasionally rubbing soft circles before trailing down to her ass where i applied slight pressure. "how did s-school go" she stammers, my face leaning closer to her. "shut up" i sigh before pressing my lips onto hers in a heated exchange.