Roaring River

The Postmortem

The bland colours of the lecture theatre seemed to suck the energy out of you. The buzz from last weekend's party or the Broncos match with was epic, escaped from your memory the minute you entered through the creaky old doors. Travis was never a fan of early mornings or Elizabethan Literature. Unfortunately, they were both on the menu today.

All the students slowly poured into the room at a lethargic pace uninterested and obviously still having the taste of summer lingering on their lips.

This was the day that the antiquated old fossel would tell us how dense we were and how poorly we'd performed on the exams. The dreary post mortem. 

I plopped down in the one of the spongy fold down chairs beside my boy Travis. He was a bit of loner and so was I, strange that we'd so tight nit. My eyes navigated the room from floor to ceiling. Everything was as dusty and mottled as the works we analyzed.

A strange feeling came over me: the likes of a cold hand gripping tighter and tighter around my neck. It's true that sometimes you can feel someone's eyes watching you. These eyes weren't warm and tingly or anything remotely pleasant. No it was a dark, untamed lust; a wild leer to paralyze prey and render them useless. This must be how gazelles feel on an open savanah with dangerous growls and sharpened fangs approaching.

The quickening steps behind me had my heart rate steadily rising with anticipation. I turned to find hazel eyes, tightly fitted jeans and long night dark hair, answering my gaze.

Her eyes shone with the sun's intensity and the mystery of an unknown cave pulling on your curiosity. It was only a five seconds but it felt like an hour and the shivers down my spine agreed with me.

She floated right by and as matter of fact past all the other seating areas and took a seat almost inevitably on the podium. Yes, she was the lecturer.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing bro ?" enquired Travis in disbelief. "Who is this teaspoon of honey up on the podium ?"

"I don't know, never seen her before"
It was a lie. That couple of seconds when our eyes met she saw into the essence of my soul. Who was she ?

My heart beat was returning to normal and regaining my usual calm, I heard the melodious hypnotizing siren's call.

"Calvin Chambers identify yourself" the mystery woman spoke and wouldn't you know it guess whose name she called..

I was completely caught off guard.. A few seconds of awkward silence drifted by before I raised my hand hesitantly to the amusement of the few persons present.
"Please start off us with question one of the paper done in June" she demanded in an authoritative and commanding voice...  She had this intense stare that seemed to invade the reaches of your subconscious and bring to light all the skeletons you wished to remain hidded: I felt oddly naked.

I stumbled and fumbled my way through the two hours of class with Travis jabbering on and on about what he'd like to do to our new professora. There was some hidden mystery beneath her bosom, silky skin and round ample behind; something that I'd not yet decided if it was dangerous or irresistible. 

Travis and I spent the rest of the day bemoaning the fact that we were back into the monotonous routine of school but he was unusually chirpy about the prospect of the new Lit professor.

"Just you watch, I'm gonna ask her out and I'll lick it once for you Cal" in his usual pompous tone.
I shrugged it off and as his usual macho banter and set about daydreaming about her myself. As suddenly as I thought of her there once again emerged this feeling off being watched; that uneasy chill floating across the back of neck. I couldn't get grips with this unexplained tingle up my spine. Looking to the left I saw the reason for my goosebumps slowly striding through the parking lot beside our dorms. Without a moment's warning Travis darted off towards her;locked on and ready to fire.
Imagine my absolute shock when it was revealed that our normal Thursday night cook up have been cancelled for Travis to go on a date with the mysterious Ms. Gerrard.