You Don't Understand

Chapter Twenty-Four

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS A HUGE AMOUNT OF DRAMA

you have been warned

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 Chapter Twenty-Four

 

Today's my last day. Last day of words, numbers, late nights and books. Today's the last day of exams. Just one Physics exam and I'm free to roam around.

I sat in the cafeteria with books and papers sprawled over the smooth table. My mind spun from the massive amount of knowledge my brain was trying to contain. Exams count up to 30 percent of my semester grade. Last minute cramming couldn't hurt, but maybe all the caffeine in my system could. I'll just worry about my health later.

My eyes glanced at the clock, that hung on the east wall. I couldn't afford to be late, but I couldn't get up and leave, knowing that I'm not ready. I've had all the hours in the past few weeks, yet I never seemed to focus. Always wondering off to the problems that lay in the way of my dreamland. Dreams and imagination is your escape. But how do you achieve that when a quantity of issues from reality prevent you from leaving to the world of the impractical? How I get to sleep is a miracle. Although, it isn't just about the problems. Heck, maybe my so called 'problems' aren't real problems, but longing. Choices I made that I thought would make everything vanish. Things I regret doing. I know what you're all thinking: She's lovesick. And so I am. Nothing's going to change. My life sucks, meaning it can only get better, right? Thus, my disorientated mind is left to rot in the last few minutes it'll have left to survive.

"Uggh!" I groaned as I crumpled up a sheet of notes in my hands.

The reply came too quickly, "That doesn't sound very feminine."

"Go away, Caleb. I'm studying."

"Which is why I came," he reasoned. "Why do you bother studying? In the end, all it was worth for was a couple of numbers that are meaningless."

"Because I have grades to keep up and I care unlike you. Plus, it's not meaningless. They define your future in the career world, skills, and the expansion of one's capability. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to leave or I'm going to be watching everyone else take the test while banging on the door, begging to be let in." I  gathered the sheets and once they were all secured into my bag, I started to make my way to Rm. 203.

Caleb followed me, although the reasoning was unclear. He hadn't said a word as we traveled through the maze of hallways. He was up to something   that part was clear. All my doubts were put to shame as his intentions were revealed.

As we climbed the deserted staircase, we came to a halt as the stairs continued in a different direction. We came upon the flat base that separated the stairs. Before I could pull my feet onto the next step, strong hands wrapped around my waist as a pair of lips made their way to my neck. 

I spun around in his arms, facing him. Before I could utter a word out, Caleb took the opportunity to literally glue his face to mine. Soon we were backing up and my back was pressed up against the hard, cold brick wall. My lips broke away from his, to get some oxygen into my lungs, as Caleb wasted no time planting kisses along my jaw.