Kyle Akers: The mystery behind a rockstar

The Second meeting

The Horatio Finley University is an exquisite place, but to enhance its' magnificence and reduce the pollution inside, outside vehicles are not permitted beyond the parking lot area. There are special vans that are to be used by all those who are residing, visiting or roaming about the campus. These vans are maintained by the Horatio crew, endowed with ample space for musical instruments as well as passengers alike. They are certified with the highest echelon of safety standards for conveyance of loose and unsecured instruments and other packages or cargo by numerous certification agencies.

These conveyances are completely free of cost for all students, teachers, residents and workers (crew), whereas visitors have to pay a meagre amount to get a day's card issued for using this facility. Otherwise, there is always an option of walking about the place, isn't there?

Aubree had mingled with a second year at the end of security for some amount of time, when Kyle left her. The second year girl Martine, had advised her to get a van card issued there and then to avoid a crowd which tends to form up post lunch. Kyle, not receiving the heads up got stuck up for ten noisy, annoying, crowded minutes. Finally, issuing his van card, he made his way to the nearest van stand.

The stand had a copious number of vans either because it was one of the main van junctions or because the Horatio University had nothing to be miser about. Each van had a number on it and there were various sizes of the vans - one seated, two seated, four seated and six seated vans each with a sufficient amount of boot space to carry musical instruments. Kyle gave one of the crew men his card, who checked it and returned it to him with a key indicating number 195 on it. Kyle reached the green van with the number 195, inserted the key making the van roar to life. Sitting on the only seat in the van, he zoomed away towards J-Block.

Kyle could make his way to the J-Block smoothly with the help of sign boards that seemed to appear at every turn or so indicating a thousand different destinations around the campus. Also, there was a GPS system installed in the van which was constantly guiding Kyle. 'There's a lot to do here.' murmured Kyle to himself completely awe-stricken, astounded and overwhelmed with the self-tour around this place.

Meanwhile, Aubree was over her initial ardour of the campus and now booked into one of the double bed rooms in J Block hoping to find a companion in this lonely, crowded place. She was unable to decide whether to feel elated because of her newly won freedom or to feel doleful for having such a melancholic past, whether to be anxious about the forthcoming ceremony, or feel sorry about that handsome boy Kyle. 'Oh Gosh! Not him again.'

This was the thousandth time she was thinking about Kyle and his strange demeanor towards her. Another thousand follow-up questions about him made her feel dizzy. "Does he naturally behave like that? Or did that happen because of his foster parents? Or his sister? Or some friend? Or girlfriend? Is he hurt? Is he heartbroken? If he is, I'll kill the girl who did this to him. But then, what wrong did I do to him? Why was he speaking to me so awkwardly? Does he hate me? Does my face remind him of someone? Does my character awaken some afflicting memory inside him? Do I like him? Oh no! Absolutely not! I don't. Maybe? Yes. Well, no! He was a bit rude with me in the back of his mind if not downright. I should be upset. But should I? He has enough pain, can't I forgive him? He was anyways polite with me face to face." This was just a small iota of the overall mixed emotions she was feeling whenever she thought about Kyle.

Aubree was a natural when it came to mentalism and mind reading psychology. She could easily tell when someone was lying, hiding secrets, ebullient, anxious, over-thinking, distressed, depressed or day dreaming. That's why she could easily make out how awkwardly Kyle was behaving.

Hoping for someone to join in soon, she started reading the new Violin book she had bought. Soon enough, she heard footsteps coming towards her door. Anxious for company, she couldn't help but check the mirror and adjust her hair to give a more charming look.