Rose:
I still don't know his name.
He never told me what his name was. He just kisses me in my dorm room after I made the bold decision to face him finally.
I had to see him for real. Not in the club lights, not in the fog of the shower room, no I had to see him for real.
He's so gorgeous and the way he kissed me. My heart can't take anything else.
I asked him if I'll see him again and he said that he'll see me the next day which is today. I usually pay very good attention in my classes but after last night not a single thing my professors said stuck with me.
He was all that was on my mind. My little rose, his little rose. I love it. I can't wait to see him again. I hope we kiss again.
I don't ever gush over anybody. After my parents I didn't try to care about people too much. But I can't help it. I love talking to people I always have. But I was so silencer that I finally gave in and gave them what they wanted.
I'm still not a social person, I prefer being alone in my own space. I only feel comfortable around Lexington but when anyone else is there I'm as quiet as a mouse.
I don't ever wanna feel like how I did with my parents.
I grab my bag after class is over and the teacher from Charlie Brown stops womping and head out the door towards the dining hall.
After getting my food I walk over to an empty table and sit my stuff down. The food is good but i slightly grimace at the after taste of the fries that they made today.
They're a hit or miss. I look up to examine the room when I see a familiar pair of green eyes looking into mine. It's him and he's smiling at me.
I look down in embarrassment and when I look back up he's right in front of me. "Hello stranger."
I instantly regret saying that but he seems to not notice my regret and lets out a low chuckle before sitting in the sea across from me.
"Hello rose." He responds as he sits down.
His voice is so smooth and it eases all the tension I once had when I saw him. "What are you doing here I didn't know you were a student." He chuckles again while keeping his eyes focused on mine.
"Actually I don't go here but they really shouldn't just be letting anyone in here." My face falls at hearing that. I thought he went here and that's how he saw me.
The thing is I don't know how long he was stalking me all I know is that I met him at the club but who know how long he's known me before then.
But is it really stalking if I want him to do it. I think to myself as I try my best to avoid his eye contact. The several times that we've looked into each others eyes through my dorm window should already keep me from my nervousness, but he's so close. Then he was an entire five stories down and a two minute walk away and I had the window to protect me.
Him being so close feels strangely unnerving. But I kind of feel safe.
He's perplexing and that why I like him.
I never know what he's gonna say in his letters or what he might do in the shower room when he gives the roses. There's something very mysterious about him like he has a wall up that no one can break.
I can see it in his eyes when I finally have the courage to look at them. I'm babbling on about my classes and boring things that are going on in my life while he just sits and listens.
I don't even hear what I'm saying but I know it's coherent enough for him to concentrate. I start nervously laughing and looking around the pinch hall at anything to calm my nerves.
