Lips of an Angel

Rain

Well, here goes. Stepping off the front porch of my one-bedroom apartment (which was actually surprisingly large), I pulled the hood of my deep gray jacket over my long, dark brown, curled hair and held my heavy textbooks close to my body to avoid getting them wet.

It was raining heavily and the skies were darkened with black clouds, the occasional lightning strike illuminating the sky overhead.

I hurriedly walked to the bright purple mustang that sat in my driveway, and attempted to open the door, dropping some of my books in the process. Just what I needed today. Picking up my books frantically, the water droplets pounding into my back, I managed to get the door open and quickly climbed inside.

I checked my appearance in the rear view mirror. After pulling off my hood and fixing my curls, I started the car and backed out of the driveway.

I drove for what seemed like forever before finally arriving at the parking lot near the science building of my college, the University of Miami. Glancing at the time, I realized I was going to be late. CRAP. I scooped up my books and ran inside. I looked up, only soon enough to ram into someone, once again dropping all my books.

"Oh, come on. Not again." I muttered, trying to gather my composure--and my things.

Then I briefly looked up to see who I had run into. My jaw dropped automatically.

"I'm so sorry about that! It was completely my fault. I'm Triston by the way." He helped me up with one of his soft, tan hands. "And you are?"

"Kelly," I smiled sheepishly, not being able to keep myself from staring into his beautiful brown eyes. With a swish of his shaggy, almost black hair, and a smirk, he replied,

"Nice to meet you. Though I wish it could have been under better circumstances." He held out his hand to shake mine but started to retract it when he realized I was using two hands to hold my textbooks. I quickly threw out a hand in acceptance and shook his. My hand remained in his for what seemed like an eternity, and I still didn't want to let go. Then I remembered the time, and withdrew my hand and gave a quick goodbye before heading to my first class.

TRISTON'S POV:

I watched as Kelly walked away, her hips swaying from side to side. I lingered on her butt, which was accented very nicely in her dark skinny jeans, for perhaps a little too long. I didn't regret it.

Wow.

KELLY'S POV:

All throughout my first class, I couldn't keep my mind off of the boy I had met. Thinking about his tan, veiny arms made it very hard to concentrate on biology.

What a way to start my junior year. I let out a small sigh and went back to taking notes.

* * *

By the time my final class of the day rolled around, I was definitely ready to be done (I know I just barely started). I walked up to the classroom door, and entered into my creative writing class.

I looked out the window to find that it was still pouring outside.

Taking my seat near the front of the enormous classroom, I whipped out my notebook and began the writing assignment that was written on the board at the very front of the class. Glancing back up at the assignment to double check that I knew what I was supposed to be doing, more people trickled into the room...including Triston.

He casually strolled in, blushing a little when he noticed me. He got that smile again and pulled out the seat right next to me, plopping down and setting his notebook on our conjoined desk.

"Fancy meeting you here," Triston winked at me and began writing.

I felt my face get warm. "I didn't expect someone like you to be interested in creative writing."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Someone like me?" I looked him up and down, surveying him and searching for an explanation for what I had just said. I so did not mean it like that. He's going to hate me now. Awesome. His beanie was covering just enough of his hair so that the soft-looking ends were sticking out, and he wore black skinny jeans along with a white, teal, and black plaid long sleeve shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the veins on his beautiful arms.

He was perfect.

"Uhhh..." I stammered. "I just meant..I don't know...you just didn't strike me as the type to be into this sort of thing."

Triston let out a little laugh, "so because I'm a guy I can't be into writing deep stuff?" I slapped my hands to my face.

"No that's not what I meant at all! I just--"

"Relax, Kelly. I'm just messing with you. Don't be so hard on yourself." He grinned at me, then looked out the window, noticing the rain falling onto the concrete below.

"Don't you just love the rain?" He asked, searching my seafoam green eyes for my answer.

I paused for a moment, frozen in his gaze. "Yeah, I do."