The First Fall Of Autumn

Chapter 3

Edward's Point of view.

Look at her..Just look at her the way she is cringing and biting down on her screams. This sight of her body slowly shivering, head held down in embarrassment with her cheeks tinted with a hue of sly red gives me an intense yet unknown pleasure. I see a drop beneath her eye shining like a pearl on her face. Is she crying...? Course she is, she has to. Who cares. My words contradict my heart and there is this sensation of sudden ache in my heart...

A muscular man formally dressed in probably his best attire for the first day enters the room as the class fall silent. He must be the Creative writing teacher. I see a few girls already drooling at our teacher. I mean he's fine enough but he is a teacher and perhaps in his mid thirties just waiting to settle somehow and get a life. But he looks fairly young though. I take a last look at Adele as that familiar ache takes over my body and i take my seat at the back of the class between a few smoking hot chicks. The one sitting next to me has an extremely busty frame and her cut down top seems amazingly tight near her cleavage. She has perhaps the biggest tits in this room. She shifts closer to me and i glance at her as she bites down on her lip. Oh i'd probably just fuck her after the class. She is already drooling and i hold back the desire to shove myself right in her mouth. I try to concentrate on the class and figure out that Mr. Wilson is taking an introduction and he stops at Adele's desk whispering something to her. Isn't he taking a lot extra time to address her. Involuntarily my eyes rolled at him. They way he's starring her body i can tell what's running in his mind. Bloody pervert. Already praying on girls. Ah! what's wrong with him ?! Doesn't he see her innocence? Why is he just talking to her with all his conviction and charm. I know these kind of men try to cage girl's like her and then use their innocence brutally. That burning ache constantly pokes my insides provoking me to shove him away from her. What is happening to me?! Why can't i just digest the fact that another guy is talking to Adele? Why i am just so overreacting like only I posses her! Why is this uncanny resembling sting oscillating between my throbbing heart and my controversial brain. I sigh a bit more loudly in defeat of my soul with my mind and sloop back on the chair. I see the girl next to me put a hand on my thigh and sliding it close to my crotch as I shove her hand away throwing her a death glare. She shudders and shifts away as a guy enter the class all worked up and sweaty. Damn is it him? I take a closer look and figure out its fucking Cedric. This bitch has grown so much from a little fat ass to a strong robust man. He really did work hard there. You look much skinnier now. The fucking subconscious jumped in. I think its right.. In the first time of my survival i felt a little too insecure. And he's non other than your befriend. My subconscious reminds me. I wave at him in excitement but he didn't noticed i guess and takes a seat next to Adele. Why did he sit next to her? There are a few more extra seats towards the end, my eyes squint at him unknowingly. Suddenly I'm thrown back at the earth from my dreamy world and that fucking ache is back as I try to relax back and think about something else that doesn't involves her. I need a break i need a real break from this throbbing ache. I sip my water and the excitement of the homecoming of my bud takes over me quite quickly. I'll kill this ass today. How can he just join the damn college and not call me. Mr. Pervert asks us to write down an essay on "Passion".

I take out my new binder that dad got from Canada. It is a beautiful black binder with my name carved in gold. I take out my pen and starts writing.

Significance of passion in ones life is what builds them as a person. Passion is a salient essence of life. Passion is that strapping thirst persistent in mankind that posses the power to subjugate all its actions in life. Passion that exists in forms from intimacy to rage and love has an utter command to vanquish all the will against it. The passion to burn in the same flame as her. To wail in her pain ignited by my sins. To mourn in the grave same as hers. That's passion. The strong desire to pierce her soul and using the remaining of mine to mend hers. The sense of winning that ensues when the smallest of my actions can ruin her from within. That madness that ignites when i become the only one that bothers her to a limit she never stops thinking about me. The rage when someone tries to rob what's mine. This is it. This is the ultimate sensation that corrupts the mind and soul. When i make her sob , make her angry , make her mad its all those times when I become the one and only that she thinks about. The way she bit down her screams and made a promise to them to return once she's solitary is the testament that how i have become an integral part in her life even though as a sinful evil i have conquered a perennial place in her soul....

The bell went off as all the students started to leave and i saw Cedric talking something with Adele and see her smiling. She's ugly and everything but her small smile is enough to win battles and triumph over everyone's hearts. No thinking about her! I remind myself and take a last glance to Cedric who is holding hands with her. My hands clench and soon i realise that I'm starting at the two of them with Mr. Pervert giving me an inquisitive look. What the fuck is wrong with me?! Soon i leave the class and wait outside for Cedric to come out of the class. God knows what is taking him so long that he's talking with this slacky nerd. The one you're head over heels for. My subconscious poked in. Fuck it!

As soon as Cedric is out of the class i jumped on him almost crushing him down. "You fucking bitch!!" I grinned and exclaimed as he held a shocked dumbstruck expression. "Hey !! Fucking idiot! Its been so bloody long buddy! " we hugged properly for while and then started to walk. Cedric and me were neighbours and best buddies but soon as we entered high school he shifted to San Francisco but now he is back and I'm so happy. He's too grown all sturdy and brawny I remember how the guys from high school used to victimize him for being all shy and i had to protect him every time back then.We both went to our next class and soon ended up in he cafe where in a distance i see Adele sitting alone with her cluster of notes. Eating a calorie free sandwich wrapped in tissues. This girl has always reminded like this , a sophistication freak. I sit with Cedric as we make random conversation and I couldn't control but just ended up asking him about Adele. "What's with the slacky nerd you were sitting with ?" I asked him stuffing my mouth with the pizza so as to ignore any cross questioning. "Uh..who's the slacky nerd ?" He looks at me blankly. "Uh that ugly girl you were sitting with." I interject and soon his soft expression changes into a harsh one with a prominent frown plastered on his lips. "Oh first she's not ugly and second don't call her that ...she's a pretty girl..she's beautiful...and sweet and i was just inviting her over for the freshmen party tonight". I practically choked on my pizza as at the kind of adjectives he was using for her and the way he was calling me out for her. Again my heart started to throb with that acquainted ache. I gulped down the rest of the soda in my glass and looked at him as he appeared to be lost in some other world just with a mention of her name as i scoffed and squinted my eyes at him. "You like her or something?" I blurted out giving him a plain,blank, blunt look. "Its just been an hour I've known her but she is pretty amazing." His cheeks went red as he shared a longing eye contact and a smile with Adele. Cliche. I rolled my eyes at them acting already as lovesick couples.
Am I uselessly rude to her..? Yes ! Course you are ! My ever so being honest subconscious nudges. It's just that Cedric is all kind and sweet boy and so he feels this way for everyone around him. In a few years the world will use him rather than a dove as a symbol of purity and peace. I grin somehow at my creative yet amusing thought.
I packed my stuff up and promised him to be at the party on time. Course I had to. I left the uni and hurried home.
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