My curse

Elijah

I'm fuming. I can't believe the balls that girl has. I thought that I was humiliating her after this morning's encounter but she turned the entire situation on me. And now I am the joke. UNBELIEVABLE. 

''What was that, man?'' One of my classmates asks as he shakes with laughter. I only glare at him in response. This is my first day in this college, and I'm trying to find my clique and establish my reputation. But look where that led me. My jaw tenses and my fists curl as I replay the encounter in my head. I look at the boys around me as they all laugh and make more jokes about the situation but I only see red. Their words don't even reach me because of how loud the ringing in my ears is. "Why are you so upset, Elijah? She is just messing with you. Girls like to get us all worked up." One of the guys declares still laughing, as his arm goes around my broad shoulders. "Or maybe she is right. Maybe ''it is wasn't doing it for her'' as she said.'' He continues teasing me a big smile across his face. I shrug his arm from around my shoulders and leave going after her.  

I need to confront that girl. When she fell this morning on the treadmill, I wanted to help her. But she was so rude, and she said the exact words that still haunt me to this day. You can't touch me, leave me alone. It's been 3 years but I still remember it like it was yesterday. As soon as I heard those words this morning, I was brought back to that night. I hated her, the girl from the gym and now my classmate, for bringing back my worst memories. For reminding me of what changed me forever. What broke me forever. I know how irrational it is for me to blame her for my broken past but she was so disgusted by my attempt at holding her wrist, so angry at me for even coming closer to her. And I had deja vu. It all felt like that night. And all the anger I had suppressed for so long came back crushing the rational part of my brain.

And the worst thing: She ran away from me without a second glance, an apology, or any kind of explanation for her reaction. I just stood there in the gym with people looking at me strangely just like before. And I blame her for that. 

I entered the college and spotted her right away. She is walking in the empty hallway to our next class. I stare at her for a moment, I didn't notice before how great her body looks and how shiny and long her hair is. She is beautiful and under different circumstances I would have liked her. I run after her before she can leave my sight. She doesn't notice my presence at first, but then my hand wraps around her arm and she gasps loudly. I pull her with me in an empty classroom then I close the door behind us. The only light filtring trough is weak and dim. I turn towards her and notice her breathing hard. ''That was dangerous, for a second I thought I would have a vision. Thank God my arms were covered. If he touched my bare hands I would have seen his dea..." She mumbles to herself but then stops as if she suddenly remembers my presence.

Her expression changes from worry to anger in a blink of an eye. And I watch as her eyebrows furrow and her fists tense. ''WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?'' She asks her voice rising, her eyes hard on mine. I take a step forward and notice how she takes one backward, her green eyes never leaving mine. I keep approaching her until her back touches the door behind her. I place each of my hands beside her head caging her. She lets a small gasp escape her plump lips, and I notice how her chest is rising rapidly mirroring my own. For a brief second, I let my eyes land on her rosy lips and I swallow hard. When I decided to confront her, I didn't think she would have this effect on me. I look back at her eyes and see them focused on my lips. So I have the same effect on her.

''What vision?'' I ask her, our faces inches apart. Her eyes widen slightly, but she quickly recovers and answers with a calm voice ''What are you talking about?''.

 ''Just now, you were talking about a vision and seeing something. I heard it, so don't try to deny it.'' I reply looking at her eyes as they avoid mine. ''I am not sure I understand what you mean.'' She answers looking at her white Adidas. I lift her chin with my right hand so her eyes align with mine even though our height difference is making it hard.  ''I know you are lying to me,'' I whisper, my eyes swimming in the green of hers. She looks at my lips again and I fight the irrational urge to kiss her. She moves her head left so that my hand leaves her chin. I place my hand next to her head again as I watch her face. '' I don't owe you any explanation. It's none of your business.'' She declares in a confident voice. When I don't say anything, she continues ''What do you want? why did you bring me here?'' She crosses her arms looking around her.

 I refuse to say anything because I know what she is doing. She is trying to change the subject. She is avoiding my question by asking me one. I only stare at her, keeping my face impassive. When she realizes what I'm doing, she looks away for a moment probably wondering what her next move should be. When she looks at me again, I can see a hint of mischief in her eyes as they roam my face. My eyes drop to her mouth as she smiles and I feel my heart skipping. I watch as her bright smile slowly turns into a fit of laughter. It distracts me enough that I drop my hands from the wall next to her head. The confused look on my face makes her laugh harder. 

When she finally manages to calm herself, she asks smiling up at me. ''Is this about what I said back then, next to your friend? About the faking part? or the small dick part?'' She starts laughing again holding her stomach. The anger that I felt earlier comes back boiling my blood. In the back of my mind, a small voice is begging me to keep my emotions at bay since this is all she wants. She wants to distract me from whatever she was mumbling about before. But a louder part of my mind is clouding any judgment I had. But what makes me snap is what she says next. ''Well, at least you have a big ego. I don't think it can make up for the small thing but I believe....'' I don't let her continue as my hands take their position as before, next to her head. But this time our faces are much closer. I can feel her breath on my lips, and I can see her quick pulse on her neck. Her eyes widen at our closeness and she holds her breath noticing the dangerous smile on my lips. I get closer to her ear, her parfum envelopping me, and whisper '' Do you want to test your theory? See if you will have to fake it with me or my dick will be big enough to make you scream my name?'' 

My lips graze her earlobe and I hear a faint whimper that immediately makes my dick hard. I pull away, and I hear a knock on the door that startles us both breaking whatever spell was in the air.