Lost in His Touch

CH 1

        Life can be complicated... So many emotions to feel. So many people to be around. And sometimes, I don't want to deal with it. People can be so complex. Hard to trust. Especially when you don't know what they are thinking. And that's why I stay to myself. Because what is the point of putting yourself out there only to have people taint it. No one knows me. They know of me. They know what I want them to know. It's that simple.

        "What's going on in that head of yours?" Jason asked me. I slowly glanced at him without answering. Jason has been my best friend since we were babies. My parents and his parents became friends after a mix-up at the hospital with us. The nurse had accidentally given me to his family and him to mine. It wasn't caught until a few days later when my father was going to change his diaper. He realized that he had come home with more boys than he was supposed to. So, he called up the hospital, and you can kinda guess the rest. " Nick," Jason spoke again. This time he placed a hand on my head.

        I glanced up at him, still deep in my thoughts. He really is a great guy. He has been by my side for years. And the funny thing is... we are total opposites. He stays calm and collected when talking to people. I don't. I get nervous and find myself not being able to speak sometimes. I feel uneasy talking around people, so I stay quiet most of the time. I think a conversation would give too much of myself away by voicing inner thoughts. Jason snapped in my face once I was still not answering his question. I blinked slowly before focusing on his face again. " Nothing." I managed to say before picking up my phone. I really wasn't thinking of much. Well, to his knowledge, I wasn't.

        If he knew that I was praising him in my thoughts, he would tease me. He remained silent as I texted my sister. She had been gone for 45 minutes. We are both college Freshmen. We signed up for the same classes to ensure we would get the same schedule. My sister and I are like fire and ice. We may look identical, but you can easily judge based on personality alone who is who. I know I said before that Jason is my opposite. But my sister and I are like two sides of the same coin. Does that make sense? " NICKKKKKK!" I heard someone yell from behind me. I glanced back to see my sister bounding out of the dorm's lobby to the table Jason and I were sitting at. " I have to ask you something..." She said as she played with her thumbs. I nodded to indicate that I was listening. " Soooooo... We were invited to a party tonight... and I was wonde-"

        "No," I said immediately. In fact, it was a hell no. I was NOT going to this party tonight. My sister pouted and begged me to go. " Tanasha, I don't do parties. You know this." I told her.

        "Yes.. but Nicki. You never want to do anything" She whined.

        " Because there are people..." I spoke.

        " People.. smeople... please?" She asked once more.

        I glanced at her again and sighed. I didn't want to go, but it would make her happy. I thought about it for a few more minutes. " Fine" I muttered. Tanasha squealed excitedly. She offered a sorry once she saw me cringe. " Are you coming with us?" I asked Jason. He nodded. Of course, he would. He knows I would need him for tonight. We decided to meet up at seven in the common room of our dorm. We all headed back to our rooms to prepare.

        I lay on my bed watching the time. I decided to get up and start dressing for the party. I made my way into the bathroom and plugged in my flat irons. While waiting for them to heat up, I stared at myself in the mirror. I'm around 5'5 with platinum hair that stops a bit past my waist. I dyed my hair six months ago when my sister dragged me into the salon. She said I should " bust out of my shell" and " try something new". And to be honest, I like it. The color matches my eyes well. I grabbed my flat irons once they beeped signaling that they had reached the set temperature.

         It took me roughly fifteen minutes to finish my hair. I made my way back into my room to my closet. I wanted to keep it simple and wore jeans and a baggy shirt. Satisfied, I put on my piercings, grabbed my wallet, and headed downstairs, outside, and to Jason's car. We are in for a night.

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