Hold Me In Your Everlasting Arms

Part 8: Tell Me What You Think You Know

     **** EZRAS POINT OF VIEW *******

Her fingers brushed against mine and her face looked as though i had sucked the air from her.

She rapidly turned and sped walk down the hall so quickly that it took me moments to remember it had actually happened.

Seeing her, Maude, at school was almost like something you would read about in a teen magazine.

I traced back into the classroom and grabbed my things to leave.

When i got in my car I tried to assort my feelings that were swaying as rapidly as the fall leaves on this windy day.

I walked into my apartment after the 20 minute drive and I was still shaken about how I felt, and how I was going to deal with how I felt. She was my student  it would be less awkward if I didnt get goosebumps when she looked at me. Its killing me that she looks so afraid of me.

I rubbed the Buddha statue next to the floor before sitting down and meditating. Im not a Buddhist, bur theres a comforting feeling in their "love all" beliefs.

I began to think to the night of the party.

I walked in with Liam and Brian, and it was kind of weird for me because they were both seniors in college and I was finishing up with grad school. I went because Xavier is my friend and he wanted me to.

We walked in and i was immediatly at ease when I saw a bunch of people I knew.

After what seemed hours of small talk I finally snuck into the kitchen to grab a beer.

I came back out and a missplaced girl grabbed it out of impulse and chugged it faster than I ever have.

I said something to her and she she looked at me embarrassingly, I fell into her eyes immediatly.

"Maude!" she yelled and i trailed up her arm until i whispered "Ezra".

She was mysterious and loving, we swept into the kitchen and before I knew it we were making out, people mightve been yelling but I dont remember because it was only her and I. We were sitting somewhere far off, and nothing else seemed to matter.

I carried her into Xavier's bedroom, and she bit my cheek then started laughing. "What?" I asked thinking I did something stupid. "Its like when Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes met." She giggled falling onto the bed. I started laughing too.

We laid there kissing and she said she was warm so she started stripping. After she was in her underwear she told me about her family and how she missed her dad. I told her about my friends and how I didnt like them. We fell asleep in eachothers arms, but when I woke a few hours later she was gone and I was alone. . . . .

I guess since we didnt have sex its not so bad, but even just thinking about her made me smile. Its going to be hard to supress these feelings.