'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 18: ...And the pleasure that never ends (Dannity)

Finally, reaching the end of the cement, I was in eye shot of the better diner to which I knew had her preferred carbs on hand. Yet, my frustration screeched to an immediate halt as her flirty smile appeared to be intrigued towards the opposite booth from hers.

I couldn't properly identify this person, as a maple tree trunk obstructed any ability to see beyond bark. I had just been in convers with Ben not more than fifteen, perhaps twenty, minutes ago; and this – exchange – seemed more intimate than a few minutes strong.

Robust hands mindlessly scribbled on the tabletop as sculpted forearms flexed. Well, that lacks any clarity... now-a-days, who doesn't have a bit of forearm muscle?

Strolling cautiously closer, my eyes began scan over the forearm, peaking up to biceps to the boulder shoulders filling out the red toned t-shirt; to where the identity was eventually made clear that I was never meant to have a potential rendezvous with Blayke at all tonight; because the older Brenhin was sitting handsomely here with her.

She was aware of this – and quite possibly – had planned this all along. She had been the one coaching me to go along with the idea of dating a Brenhin; just I had obviously chosen a different brother.

What the hell was going on?

I wanted to infuse some understanding drastically.

My heart rippled underneath my grey t-shirt. I hate when someone else's games encircle me within them.

Standing noticeably for Nik's pristine peripheral to seek me out; she finally did a double take to rake in the sight of me just on the other side of the tremendous oak.

Her eyes juggled at staying in the moment with Blayke and intertwining with my slitting stare. She had an inkling towards what I had been contemplating; her right eye-brow amped above its' naturally shaped arch – she appeared to be having a bit of a fidget about her – cleverly never leaving the conversation between her and him; yet, her eyes grew gravely concerned as to where I was heading – which was for the lengthy glassed doors.

As I reached for one side of the restaurant doors, her daunting eyes appeared slightly over his left broad shoulder – her head slightly shifting from left to right.

She was nonchalantly signaling her way of a warning as to immediate danger.

Well, this became a confusing mess.

I backtracked my hand, letting it fall to my side; considering she has never intentionally led me to danger, I should at least give her that affirmation. Abilities that I – to this day – never had a tremendous, or confounded grip on just how particularly they worked... she must be enlisting my cautions from earlier to good use.

As if I were to not mean anything that I carefully mention to be a bit of good ole evil; I took those supremacies of hers as a sign of validation for my own instincts. That felt like a victory of its own merit; she can incredibly stubborn.

I nodded in understanding as if she had been verbally telling me face to face that Blayke was beginning to give off all kinds of signals for having this commenced confrontation; And, for what reasoning she may have – I can't be positive about – I believe that she is finally strumming along to the idea of the strangeness that this campus has hidden behind weather warned walls, and for what all I know – laying underneath the oddly greenery carpet of grass.

I wheeled around, contemplating on how all this intricate clutter would be feasibly better if I had been able to get my 'bunny' back, only at the precise moment as the thought wandered my brain, an aggressive gulp simultaneously caught a stressed hiccup pausing in my upper throat, as a shadowy figure peered out from the same tree as I had been spying behind, not but, a few feet away.

Forceful goose bumps flung up the small of my back, and all down the stretches of both my arms.

I couldn't manage a single thought to come to the fore-front of my stagnant brain. I, in better terms, was spectacularly frozen in place. I'm sure I could've been made into some magnificent ice sculpture at this point; along with the tenuous look of fright plastered for all future prospecting students to witness when faced with ills of the dark.

I shook as if a stampede had ridden over my grave plot, which in turn, helped slap me awake, and more importantly – alert, to this grey lard standing before me.

I swiped a frantic glance back to the table Nikki was, only to have my heart deepen with disappointment as she and Blayke were no-where to be seen; replacing them were some freckled, red-headed, ginger-boy; along with one of those gorgeous girls from Professor Taylor's class. "Typical ..." I spat.

Turning back to the now abandoned tree. The grey 'mist' had hopefully been shooed away by the breeze that had kicked up.

I took that sign for my own leave as well.

I took a different path than rather re-walk the sidewalk I had come on before.

I took the path through the campus groomed forest. Yea roll your eyes at the campy choice, but I tell 'ya arse something of a non-discretion, if you're going to get attacked, it really has no value to where or how you try to run – it's going to happen.