Rebellious

Part 2

I pushed my body up off the bed, my arms holding my balance. I could faintly feel the sweat from my palms against the sheets that rest beneath me. I untangled my legs from the blankets as my breathing slowed from its abnormally quick pace along with my heart beat.

"Only a dream," I assured myself between huffs. I couldn't help but silently wish it was real. The party, him, us. But of course a guy like him could never want a girl like myself.

I pulled my hair tie out, releasing my untamed brown hair. It's waves crashed about the center of my back. My fists were brought to my eyes as I rubbed the sleep away knowing well that my mascara from the day before was now smeared along my plain cheeks.

As the thought of tackling the day popped into my unexpectant mind I released an accidental sigh. Instantly my eyes scanned my dim bedroom, searching for my roommate.

"Ellie?" I whisper-shouted, hoping to get her attention, but at the same time praying that she didn't wake up.

While I pulled my phone away from it's charger the screen lit and I was able to check the time. I groaned and my head collided into my drool-stained pillow when I saw it was only 8:30 am, on a Saturday.

Knowing that there was no chance I would be able to force myself back to sleep I hesitantly rolled out of bed. My eyes squinted while the light shining through the open window burned my face. I walked around my soundless apartment until I found the coffee pot, horribly placed on the counter separating the kitchen from the living room. I pressed the 'on' button and watched as the gadget brewed my beverage before my eyes.

Even though I was out of school for the next five months I couldn't help but wake up on time, as if I were still in high school. It really bothered me, but I chose for the thought to exit my boggled mind hoping that soon I'd be off the annoying schedule.

"What are you doing up so early?" I heard Ellie ask from behind me, her voice groggy and tired. I smiled weakly at her and went to retrieve two mugs of coffee and creamer.

"Habit," I explained to her. The sound of my own voice surprised me at this time.

"Ya know, you were talking in your sleep," she laughed, "woke me up a couple times." An embarrassed chuckle was let out of my system.

"What was I saying?" I curiously asked her while sitting down near her on the sofa strategically moved in our home.

"'Stop! Take me home!'" She mocked me in the worst impression I've heard.

"Yeah, I had a strange dream," I informed her. Ellie's expression became slightly serious as well as mine.

"What was it about?" She questioned me, as we both took a long sip of our morning drink. No matter how long I seemed to wait for it to cool mine always burned my tongue on that first gulp.

"So we were at a party," I began to explain, "and this boy somehow convinced me to get on his motorcycle and took me to his house but I realized I really didn't want to be there," I told her. Her face looked interested in my topic. "I was kind of scared of him," I admitted.

"Who was the guy?!" She asked, hopping up and down on her cushion.

"I don't know, he was quite attractive though," I said.

She gave me a strange look but I assumed she shrugged off the idea.

"Have any plans today?" I spoke.

After informing me that she had nothing specific planned we chose to go downtown and maybe go to lunch or explore this town that somehow remained a mystery to the both of us.

Ellie and I simultaneously entered a small boutique on the strip of shops. immediately we parted and searched for things similar to our own unique interests.

"Is there a bar near?" I heard a voice ask from behind. I flipped around causing my lengthly hair to hide behind one of my shoulders.

"I'm actually not sure" I responded, not recalling an area similar to his destination. My gaze scanned the boy in depth from head to toe and I couldn't help but feel like I've met him. I looked at him with a confused expression considering how familiar he looked. In return he shot back the same stare, questioning my look.

"H... have we met?" I hesitated to ask that question.

"I don't think so," he said and by his tone I sensed he was becoming bored of this conversation.

"Sorry, you just look really familiar," I told him. The guy continued to study my face while he slipped off his beanie and pulled it back onto his hair that was drenched in product, along with his body. His scent had no confusion finding my nostrils and filling my lungs with his cologne.

"I'll let you go now though, sorry," I apologized. his chocolate eyes pierced mine in a squint that was nearly a glare.

A sudden flashback occurred in my head and I got a repetitive feeling. I remember where I'd seen him.

That was the guy from my dream! There was no mistaking him. I could hear my heart banging on the inside of my chest practically begging to escape as I ran to Ellie who was still naive to the recent events.

"That's him!" I announced, probably a little too loud, while my finger was directed at the man leaving the shop.

"What?" she was confused.

"From my dream! that's the guy!" I explained, the excitement bursting.

"Where?" she finally caught on. My finger continued to point as her eyes narrowed in order to scan in that direction.

"Him?" she asked.

"Him who?"

"Dark hair, leather jacket, brown eyes," she began listing his factors of his appearance. I nodded. My throat was unwilling to allow sound to propel from my body.

"What if this is a sign?" She insisted. Ellie was into all that spiritual stuff and I really didn't understand. I gave her a dumb look. "You need to go after him." she demanded but I rejected her request.

"That'd be weird," I laughed. We then continued to shop.

A sudden force acted upon my shoulder, catching my attention. In a familiar motion I spun around being surprised by the figure before me. My heart knocked on my body and my pulse zoomed at a million miles a minute. A dry throat held me back from speaking so my eyes just locked to his, not allowing the stare to break.

"Hey," was all he said. An accent that I hadn't noticed during our first encounter spoke fluently.

"Hi," I said trying to play it casual.

"What's your name?" he asked. Over his leather covered shoulder I noticed Ellie peeking towards us, her eyes wide like her smile.

"Jasmine," I said. It took a second for me to ask the same, "You?"

"Zayn." he told me. His stare spoke for him, wanting something deeper than his words could say. I nodded, not sure what else to do.

"Wanna go for a ride?" he asked. Immediately I thought back to my dream and his motorcycle. I almost accepted the option before recalling the fear I had while joining him on the dangerous mobile.

"I'm here with a friend," I said, my voice shaky as well as the rest of my body. His cold hands pressed against my unknowingly bare lower back and goosebumps didn't hesitate to form.

"Maybe some other time," he decided, but his voice had lowered, deepening to a monotone whisper. One of his arms slid lower reaching into my back pocket. My natural intuition was to move, so I did. He smirked confidently while repositioning his hand back where it was before, at the edge of my pocket. Somehow his brown orbs assured me nothing suspicious was going on, so I allowed him to continued. The cold glaze poured onto my denim pocket while his fingers continued to explore the fabricated spot. In a rush he pulled his arm out of my back pocket, also retrieving my phone. After the pads of his thumbs popped on and off the screen he wrapped his arm around my back again, and put the device where it belonged. The last thing he did was smile then leave me stranded in awe.