Lost

Force

I woke up the next morning in my clothes. My hair was frizzy, and I was in desperate need of a shower. I glanced over at my clock to see what time it was. 10:30 it read. I rubbed my eyes to make sure that the time was true. The numbers didn’t change, which meant I had already missed my first class. I quickly grabbed a brush and pulled it through my knotty hair. I then flipped my hair over and as quickly as possible put it up. Changing as fast as I could, I grabbed my books that had been untouched since yesterday afternoon. Running out of my dorm, I headed towards my second class,  physics, which was already halfway over. I ran across the freshly cut grass, and found myself cold in the new cold weather. I saw the building of my desire, and ran inside. I found the room at the end of the hallway, opened it and walked inside as quietly as possible. “Nice of you to join us Spencer.” the professor said, continuing his lesson. He was older, but from what I heard kind, and understanding. I walked up the stairs to the last row where there was one open seat. I dropped my things beside me, and sat on the uncomfortable chair. “What did I miss?” I asked someone beside me. “Nothing, we watched a video that was terrible.” She replied taking a sip of her coffee. I continued to sit in class, as my mind slowly drifted to last night. 

After class ended, I took my usual route to the lunch room. After I grabbed the freezer burnt pizza that tasted like plastic and paid for it. I made my way to the only open lunch table. I sat there and ate my lunch as fast as possible, alone, trying to avoid all possible humiliation. I didn’t have class again until tomorrow, so I pulled out my English assignment. I opened it and began to read. I attempted to block out all other noises, and distractions. As I took a sip of my iced tea, I felt someone tap my shoulder. Before I could look back, his body was right next to mine. “You sit here all alone?” He asked. He looked even better then he did last night, in a plain white teeshirt, and jeans just tight enough to see muscle. I nodded and he laughed. “Come sit with us.” He pointed to a table diagonal to my table. The group sitting at the table were equally as good looking, but they were covered in tattoos, and you could hear the curses from where I was sitting. As I looked around, you could see the other people stare at them, but they didn’t seem to mind. I nodded my head, “No thanks.” His eyes darkened. “It wasn’t a question.” He replied. I looked around the lunch room once more before I decided. I hated Harry’s attitude. Finally, I sighed, and stood up, following him over to the table. I wondered what he would do to me if I did tell him no. I shook the quiet thought out of my head, and took an empty seat next to Harry. “This is umm..” He looked at me. “Spencer.” I finished, angrily. I thought he would remember my name, it was only one night ago. “Spencer.” He repeated with a smirk. Everyone smiled at me, and continued their conversations. There was only one other girl at the table. She had long blonde hair that was pulled into a messy braid, and looked fairly normal until you looked at her arms. Both arms were covered in various tattoos. I decided to attempt to introduce myself, to possibly find her nice. As I opened my mouth, I was cut off. “Hey Spencer, I’m Luke.” Someone said next to me. Luke had bright blue eyes, and short sandy blonde hair. He seemed to be the only one in the group that didn’t have a tattoo. He wore simple clothes a lot like Harry, but his attitude was far better, and I wondered why he would sit here.  “You’re reading East Of Eden?” He asked pointing at the book I placed on the table when I arrived. “It’s my English assignment. It’s actually pretty good.” I replied nervously. “When you finish, let me know. It’s one of my favorites.” he replied with a friendly smile. As I talked to Luke I noticed Harry’s gaze on us. I turned to Harry, and his eyes darted back to his food. I listened to the conversations at the table while I finished my food. “Harry, last night was amazing! It was one of the best parties yet!” The girl across the table spoke. “Yeah. Did you end up fucking Julia?” another asked. Harry instantly responded “Yeah, but I wasn’t really into it.” I shot him a glare. Disgusted, I got up and left without a word. I walked out of the cafeteria, and headed back to my dormitory. “Spencer wait!” He shouted. I kept walking, pretending not to hear him. Before I knew it, he was by my side, keeping up with my pace. “Whats wrong? Why did you leave?” He asked. “You thought I would stay?” I laughed. “Do you screw a different girl every night?” I asked. He looked down at the ground, obviously confirming my thought. “You’re disgusting.” I spat. “Stop.” He grabbed my wrist the same way he grabbed it the night before. “Let’s go to the restaurant down the block.” He said. “If you think that you can take me out on a date and then fuck me later on, your really wrong. Let go!” I said attempting to rip my wrist from his tightened hand. I looked down at the grass and around to the people studying. I was supposed to be doing the same, but instead I was stuck, here with Harry. “I’m not letting go until you come with me.” He said. “I can call campus security you know.” I responded. “You won’t.” 

I sat quietly in the car as we drove in Harry’s black Range Rover. He drove us aggressively down to the familiar beaten up restaurant that I used to go to all last year with Ashley. “Could you slow down a little?” I pleaded gripping my seat. He remained silent, not acting to my request. “We just ate, and I’m not hungry.” I said “I know. We can have coffee.” He replied. “I don’t drink coffee.” I said dismissing him. “Tea then.” He pulled into a slightly narrow parking spot and turned off the car. We both sat in complete silence for a minute. I looked at the highway, cars speeding past, and turning off to the shops. “Well? Are we going inside or do you just want to sit in this car for an hour?” He asked harshly. I wanted to slap him for his lack of manners. “Fine.” We both got out of the car and walked up the ramp that lead into the restaurant. 

“Two?” The man asked. “Yeah.” Harry said. I followed the waiter, with Harry on my tail. “Here you are.” He said placing our menus down. “Want to pick out a song?” He asked smiling. “No. I want to know why I’m here.” I asked. He fished change out of his pocket and stood up. “Common.” He said. I stood up and followed him over the the jukebox. It was like the older ones I used to see as a kid. It had classics, and some new music also. “What do you like?” He asked. Shocked by his kind gesture I didn’t know how to respond. “I like this one.” I pointed to the song. “Hmm. I’ve never heard of it.” He replied punching the letters F2 into the lit up machine. The familiar words rang through my eardrums as we sat back down. “This is shit. You like this?” He pointed to the old, dirty ceiling. “Yeah I do. It’s a classic. Not like you would know what quality music is.” I pushed. I really wanted to leave, and maybe if I upset him I could go home, but instead he smirked. “I like you.” He said slowly, looking into my eyes. For a moment I kept in his gaze, then snapped my head in another direction.  

The coffee and tea finally arrived, which took longer then I had expected. “Seriously this is terrible. How many bad songs did you pick? What is this?” Harry asked laughing. “It’s The Goo Goo Dolls. They’re my favorite band.” I laughed mouthing the words. Harry smiled and watched me enjoy myself. Was I actually enjoying this? “You drink your coffee black?” I asked. “Yeah, I don’t like to add things together.” He replied. I wanted to stick my tongue out to his response. “So what’s your story?” He asked suddenly. “What?” I asked caught off guard. “Your story. Where you were born, why you’re here...” He said. “Well, I was born in New York, my parents got divorced when I was really little, and I never really had much with my mom working a full time job. I had to pick up a full time job myself in order to pay for college. It took everything I had. I decided to go here because my best friend was going, and I figured...” I couldn’t finish. “What’s your story?” I asked. “I don’t really have one.” He replied. “Everyone has a story.” I said. It was hard for my to figure him out. He can’t hold a conversation, yet he forces me to go out with him. “No, not me.” he said finishing the last of his coffee. “I want to go back to my dorm.” I announced to him. “Finish your tea first.” he instructed. I obeyed, sipping the last of my tea. “Take this, and go pay. I’ll pull the car around.” He said handing me a twenty dollar bill. I walked to the front, payed our dues, took the left over change, grabbed a mint from the glass bowl as I left.

As we approached my dorm he pulled into a spot. As we reproached reality, I realized how horrid he had acted before the restaurant. I opened the car door, and slammed it behind me and stormed over to my dorm. You could hear the crickets chirping in the darkness. The temperature had dropped to an even colder point then the morning, sending shivers up my spine. Before I made it into the small black building, I heard a door slam as well. “I just took you to a fucking restaurant and you won’t even thank me?” He said. “Nope.” I replied walking inside. “What’s your  fucking problem! I try to be nice, inviting you over to my table, taking you out and you’re being a complete bitch.” He yelled. “You didn’t invite me over to your table you forced me remember? I didn’t want to go out with you to that restaurant you made me! and if you think you’re even close to nice you’re insane!” I said walking down to my room. “I didn’t force you to do anything. You could have called campus security or yelled for help, but you didn’t!” He yelled back. “Ugh! You disgust me!” I unlocked my old, wooden door, opened it and slammed it in his face. “Spencer I’m not done talking to you!” “Oh good now you remember my name!” I replied. “Now leave!” I sat down and put my hands on my face. I couldn’t believe he had the nerve to call me a bitch. I sighed as I pulled my top off and changed into my pajamas. Adrianna, who was once sleeping was now wide awake sitting up in her bed. “Wow.” she said attempting to hold in her giggle.