The Craft

2. The Party

2. The Party

I marched up to him unable to resist the sensation any longer now that I had seen what it was carting me towards.

“What the hell are you doing here?! How is this even possible?! You were in my dream!”

I was so confused and astonished – how was any of this actually happening?

He smirked at me, and on any other guy I would have punched his face in for making such a belittling remark about me, but he was just too good looking to even consider marring his face.

“I told you I would find you – and now I have.” His voice brought back the full-force of the attraction between us, and I suddenly desired nothing more in that moment other than to stretch up on my tiptoes and place my lips on his.

It took every ounce of my self-control to stop myself from fulfilling this wish.

“But people don’t just emerge from other people’s dreams into reality!” My voice was quickly rising through decibels and I was attracting attention from my fellow classmates again. So I seized my dream guy’s sleeve of his coat – making sure I didn’t actually come into contact with his skin otherwise I was sure I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from throwing my arms around him – and heaved him across the street and down a side lane to give us some relative privacy. Then I compelled my hand to let go of his jacket with all my might, and just scarcely achieved it.

“You’d better start talking before I go into shock or something.” I attempted to make my voice sound fierce but I didn’t succeed very well.

“It is a very long and complicated story…perhaps we could go somewhere?”

I shook my head, not meeting his gaze, or else I was positive I would have agreed to go anywhere with him.

“My boyfriend has just gone to fetch his car and then I’m going with him…in fact he’s probably waiting for me now…I have to go…”

I rotated and glanced out at the other side of the road, Graeme was there sitting in his car at the curb, looking for me.

I started to stride in the direction of him, when a hand grasped mine.

An electric jolt shot around my body at the touch, and my eyes made the mistake of looking into my dream man’s.

I realised something then.

“I don’t know your name…what is it?” I asked just barely above a whisper.

His face was deadly serious now as he replied, “Caleb, Caleb Hunter.”

Caleb…it suited him.

“You have not told me your surname either, Melissa.”

The way Caleb said my name…it made me feel like I was on fire – but in a good way.

“It’s very boring – unlike yours – my name is Mel Underwood.”

My breathing was ragged as if I had been unconsciously holding my breath although I knew I had not, and my heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to burst out of my chest.

Caleb moved so he was right in front of me, and I let go of his hand only to wrap my arms around his neck. Then he bent down to my level, and I reached up to his.

Graeme had never inspired such feeling within me – not even when I had fancied him like a lovesick puppy.

Wait…Graeme! The memory that he was waiting for me yanked me back into the present.