Delicate Hearts

Four: A Plot Twist

"-Would you mind helping me carry these heavy bags?"
I stayed there, not knowing what to say. I felt like I am a little ugly freak compared to that guy. He was tall, 2 inches taller than me, and looked kind of muscular (the guy apparently worked out a lot). He had messy, but somehow looked like fixed in a hairstyle, dirty blonde hair. His complexion was fair, with a hint of hot tan all over, yet his face looked so soft and babyish. From five steps away, his grayish, bluish, greenish, hazel eyes were glittering, you can't decide which colour are they as the shadows and different spots of light changed it's course on those two mighty worlds. On his left ear, in its upper part, there was piercing, just like most boys who weren't my type, which was kind of irritating. He wore a dark grey jumper, which had 'La pluie' printed on it. Must be french,I thought. He wore dark jeans, with a pair of black Converse sneakers. There were three bags surrounding him, one was bigger than the others, and looked a lot heavier. But his British accent was so overwhelming, i took sometime to reply. Am dumb, side note to myself.

"Uh, yeah. Sure." I murmured, and managed a smile. Then i felt my cheeks turn red, as i saw him grin widely. He let out a short laugh and said, "Oh, great. Mom sent me Paris and I yet didn't learn some gentleman manners," he winked then bowed down slightly.
"Jason Ryder, would prefer if you called me Ryder,-"
"Alright," i replied sheepishly before this little conversation as an introduction increased in flirts. I stepped carefully down the two blocks separating us, and looked at him as if to say which one shall i carry? He nodded towards a small dark red suitcase while he started gripping the handles of the other two bags. "Am really sorry for asking you to do such a tough job," Jason muttered as we were climbing on the stairs. I was in front of him, so i would make Charlotte and the others keep track of what am I doing. As we walked up the stairs, Ellen, Jane and Charlotte stopped when we reached our floor. When I climbed the last block, Jason Ryder seemed to notice that it was my floor, since I heard his footsteps turn slower. "It's fine here," he said, with a wide grin on his face. "I'll manage climbing up the next block of stairs to the next floor."
A quick idea quirked through my mind. "Are you sure? I could help you-"
"No, it's fine. Am in apartment 10, the one just facing the stairs. Though no one's there," he let out a short laugh after he said that. I felt kind of bad, since I wanted to do anything but sit like an idiot at home and live my junky, blurred, messed up life.

"Okay. By the way, you could ask help from us at any time, Apartment no. 8. You can ask for Jane, Ellen, Charlotte or me." I said, but by then, our apartment's door was swung open and the girls entered. Charlotte glanced at me and shouted, "Come on darling!!". I hadn't even realized that i slowly walked with Jason Ryder close to the next block of stairs. He looked behind me at Charlotte, then faced me again and said,"Uh, can I know the fourth person ,who can help me, name?". I tensed, for a moment, because I could see Charlotte's face building up with suspicion, her expression reading: Girl are you going to make friends with strangers and hot looking boys with your amnesia?. "Am- sorry I really need to go," I quickly hurried to Charlotte and took a quick glance at Jason Ryder. The guy stood there, like a Baby which had just had it's toy and couldn't find it. He just shook his head, smirked, and looked like he just lost interest in this topic.

As I entered, I explained what happened back there, with Jason Ryder and all. I just wanted to reassure everything, so I won't get Charlotte suspecting anything. I wasn't that kind of girl who would like a guy stealing all my honor in school, you know. Plus I was really suspecting if Charlotte allows us to be in relationships and shit.

On dinner, we were so tired and vaguely exhausted from our day, so it was silent, though we had lots to talk about. Unfortunately, when we decided to actually start a conversation, Ellen liked to inform Charlotte of my awful condition. "Mr. Federal, in the Physics class, was really concerned about Zoe's condition, because of the short blackouts she had during the class." I rolled my eyes and felt a bit ashamed a moment later, because I should control myself. It was so frustrating, how I couldn't know from where am I, how this all started, the explanation to the recent things happening, and all the heavy weight on my heart each time my feelings were mixed about something. Thankfully, and as a kind of defense, Jane said,"Mrs. Henderson was really caught by Zoe's extraordinary English skills and interpretations in Literature, you cannot deny that too!!". "OKAY GIRLS!" Charlotte said and stopped the argument as she banged her fork on the table. She took in a deep breath, and went on chewing her food. "Ellen, it's just a first day. And am pretty sure your day had something inappreciative too," Charlotte said, and immediately me and Jane started giggling as Ellen blushed. Charlotte faced me and said, " Zoe, my dear, i am hopeful about you. It's okay, regarding your recent confusions."

As I entered bed and the lights went out, i thought about my day. I remembered my new friends, and how protective they felt. That was one thing which made me smile. I thought about Jason Ryder, that mysterious guy. I had a feeling, and was pretty sure it was very right indeed, that the next time I see him, it was going to take a full 90° in my life- in other words, turn my world upside down, and that, too, after a while of time. Thinking about him made my heart kind of crackle, as though it's a fire which just had extra wood added to make it glow brighter. Somehow, that feeling made me cosy, and I slept. Nevertheless, the pleasure of my sleep ended when my dream started to become clearer...