Sorry for the really late update. Life kinda happened. I lost my draft and was too depressed to write Jace and Darren again until now. Hope you like it. Please leave a comment.
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The following days went by in a blur and I didn’t see the weird girl again after that night. I purposely tried to avoid St. Andrew’s street even if mom asked me to do the grocery.
If I were to be honest with myself I’d say that I wanted to see her again. But of course I’m not honest. I think the person we lie to most is our own self. We tell our self; we’re happy, we’re fine, we’re okay even if we're not. and we tell our self that we don’t want to see a certain brunette. Well we can definitely tell ourselves that but we know it’s a lie.
“Care to share?” a voice interrupted.
“Hmmm???”
“Miss McCabe would you like to share what you’re thinking about? ‘Cause it seems so much more interesting than my class... “Mister Hayama said with obvious amusement in his voice.
Mr. Takashi Hayama is one of the Creative Writing professor of my school, he’s half –Japanese half-American. He is in his mid thirties who could pass off as an actor with his height of 6”1, his raven hair and eyes so brown it was almost black, or maybe even a model if he wasn’t so eccentric. He’s not exactly weird but he has a habit of blurting out quotes or lines from his favourite books or poems or anything. I know not all people gets but I actually like that about him, it tells me he has a soul. He has subtle laugh lines around his mouth probably because he’s always happy.
He’s the best guy professor in the University if you ask me and the hottest if you ask other girls, too bad for them though he’s married and obviously in love with his wife.
I’m his most active student so I know he’s not mad but it’s really unusual for me to lose focus in his class.
“I’m sorry.” I said and meant it.
I don’t know what's wrong with these past few days. I mean it’s been almost 8 days since I saw her but she has been present in my mind even in my dreams.
"That's alright” he answered. "Care to share the poem you created for the assignment? That is if you actually have one. "
"Of course I do."
We had an assignment wherein we need to create a poem of less than five sentences regarding a dream.
"Great, then please enlighten us." he smiled.
I walked to the podium placed in front of the classroom. This is the routine whenever we're asked to read aloud anything.
"Ehem!!" I cleared my throat.
"Is that a part of your poem Darren?" Mr. Hayama asked.
"Nope, sorry. Here goes."
"I saw you last night in my dreams,
dancing to the tune of your smiles.
I was entranced by your beauty,
tempted to show my delight.
I was basking in all your glory,
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My Sexy Ghost
RomanceWhat would you do if you met the love of your life and she is dead? Yep, you got it right. I mean DEAD. Literally see through skin, walking on walls kind of dead. She's hot and sassy and beautiful and well ghostly.. What do you think you would do...
