Chapter 12: My first kiss

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After a full evening of humiliation, my parents finally drove me and Triston back to campus. And let me tell you, I have not heard the end of those stories yet. Triston keeps repeating them, over and over again! He won’t stop no matter how much I beg!

Right now, we’re walking towards the courtyard and he’s in a continuous laughing fit. Triston hasn’t been able to breath for the past 20 minutes or so due to the excessive laughter. All I can do is stand over his crumpled body and roll my eyes. My embarrassing moments are not that funny! Well maybe they are but... That’s beyond the point!

“Stop laughing at me!” I yell. Triston just laughs harder. Now he’s rolling around on the grass reliving my bath time tales. His laughing is almost contagious. But I stop myself from laughing and settle with rolling my eyes again and beginning to walk away.

“Hey! Brook wait!” He calls to me, between gulps for air. I turn on my heel and look at him slowly getting up from the grass. The sun was still high in the sky and it reflected off his hair and made his eyes seem even brighter than usual. I sigh and wait for him, feeling the undeniable feeling of affection glisten in me.

“Fine. But you better stop laughing! My life is definitely not that funny.” I say.

“Okay, okay. I’m done. See? No more laughing!” Triston replies and runs over to me. We begin to stroll again and make it to the courtyard. Neither of us are hungry but we decide to grab a table anyway. We sit there talking about whatever comes to mind. At one point, we even discuss the importance of orange peels. Yeah, random I know.

I wasn’t really paying attention to our conversation though.  I was too busy with the world around me. Ever since I went into ‘The Divine; spell books, charms and more!’ and spoke to Angelica, weird things have been happening. Like with Samantha. I still can’t get the image of her sprawled across the ground out of my head. Then when I came back here, I began to notice things. A girl was just minding her own business when I imagined a bike almost hitting her in the parking lot. Next minute, a person on a bike came whizzing through the lot and nearly knocked the girl into a car! I had ignored it and convinced myself it was just a coincidence.  But then, it happened again (Not the girl and the bike, but different people.). And again and again. Now, as I sit here, semi- listening to Triston’s words, I’m predicting the outcomes of every single problem surrounding me. And I’m scared.

“Brook? Hey Brook! Come back to Earth please.” Triston said to me.

“What?” I say and whip my head to face him. Wrong thing to do, because now our faces are just inches apart. I lean back in my seat for fear of someone seeing us.

“What’s up with you? You’ve been acting out of it since we got back.” Triston said. “Are you okay?”

“Yep! Fine, fine.” I say, I’ll tell him later. No use saying anything now. I’ll let the rest of this day play out and if this ‘predicting’ I suppose you’d call it, continues, I’ll tell Triston.

“All right.” He says, obviously not believing a word I just said but not wanting to pry. Smart boy. I think. Don’t try and get into my head. You’ll never find a way out.  

We sat in silence for a few minutes. Triston finally broke it. Along with a bit of my heart. “So I was thinking of getting Anna to come for a walk with me. You wanna come?”

“No, I’m fine. Don’t want to ruin a romantic time for you two.” I say. A smile plastering my face. My heart hurts. This is why I didn’t want to fall for him. He has a girlfriend!

“Come on. I insist.” He said, twitching his eyebrows. I laugh half heartedly. As we stand to go get Anna, I feel someone’s eyes on my back. I whipped around but nobody was there. Now I know I’ve gone mental. I think. Half way to the dorms, I feel the same burning sensation on my back. I swear someone is looking at me, following my footsteps. But when I turn again, the same results! What is happening to me? You’re just tired. It is almost sun set anyway. I reassure myself.

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