My Little Bird

Part Four

Revising my notes that afternoon became mission impossible. The face of a certain mysterious boy kept flashing into my mind, distracting my original thought train and ultimately increasing my frustration to the short attention span I had been reduced to. After an hour of going over everything from the morning’s lecture and having nothing process properly into my brain, I gave up and fell back onto my giant bed with a huge sigh.

The minutes were dragging further into the cold afternoon. In the common room, Kia, Ella and Maddie were hanging out, much like they normally would on a Monday after lunch. I could easily get up and head down the corridor to join them, but my mind was too much of a distracted whirlwind to even consider the prospect. I would be sitting there with the girls physically, but my mind would be in a completely different world.

I finally understood how Nikki felt with her daydreaming episodes.

Despite my own outbursts and acts of defiance, I couldn’t deny that I wanted to see Daniel again. There was something about the boy that captivated me. It wasn’t his blindness, or his unmistakable arrogance and his obvious adaptation to holding dominance over others. It was something else entirely, and I couldn’t quite figure out what.

That was what frustrated me the most; not knowing why I was so frustrated.

With a groan, I rolled over in the soft sheets and stared ahead at the wall that I had decorated with photographs of family and friends. I tried to take my mind off of the mysterious boy with a cruel demeanour, but something was holding him there. There was a nagging feeling of curiosity in the back of my mind, telling me that I needed to see him again, to hear his low voice again and gaze into those white-blue eyes.

But, I reminded myself, if I gave up and faced him first, then I would ultimately be giving up my stubborn act of escape. And this would mean that he would win.

Something told me that he was used to winning what he wanted, and I didn’t like that.

*

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I muttered out loud, eyes focused on the computer screen.

Day two of my sour luck. Somehow, it had stretched to Tuesday, as I had been walking across the courtyard during my free time and none other than Kind had nearly barrelled into me. He looked overworked, but upon seeing me, his face filled with relief. This had led to him asking me to produce a poster on a computer to advertise around the university, and of course, how could I say no to those pleading puppy eyes?

So there I was, in a deserted IT room during one of the only times I cherished as freedom, clicking and typing away to come up with something attractive for the January Event. The poster before me didn’t look as appealing as I had originally hoped, but I hadn’t been blessed with natural artistic skills, so it was Kind’s fault for leaving this task to me. The end result wasn’t something I was particularly proud of, but I grouchily decided that it would do as I printed off fifty copies to stick around.

The positive side of this was that my mind had been distracted from Daniel for at least an hour, which was the most so far. The stupid, charmingly confusing boy had been on my mind ever since I’d strutted out of the café with no intention of seeing him again. While attempting to fall asleep, I had tried convincing myself that it was because I didn’t know how to behave around blind people as I was so unused to it. But that was a weak reason, even on part of my imagination, and I mentally slapped myself for the stupidity. Blind people were people, not aliens, and that was that.

There was something more to Daniel than his blindness and his haughty personality, but I didn’t know what, and it was beyond infuriating.