Crumbling Climax (Grey Love)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“We may be leaves of the same tree, but only the wind knows our destiny ”

The next day was amazing, Michael came to my hostel to pick me up for class and for the afternoon after my lab session. I would literally spend all my time with him, and sometimes we would steal kisses when nobody was looking. It had been made official to everyone that Michael and I were dating, however I would catch some girls trying to flirt with him but of course he would give them a cold shoulder. I really liked Michael and I knew I was seconds from falling in love with him and that scared me a lot, because he didn’t know how to love and chances of him falling in love with me were slim.
Weeks went by so quickly, I guess it was because I was happy and my life had reached its climax. Angela told me that I brought out the best in Michael, because of how romantic he had become. His attitude towards life had changed too, but I felt it was a little too soon to draw any conclusions because only two weeks had gone by. Thelma and Henry still hated me, in fact Thelma always gave me a look that made me suspect she still had a grudge or had something bad planned for me. Henry would just stare at me then look away, he was still friends with
Michael and we would sit at the same table during lunch but never spoke a work to each other.

I guess everything had gone back to normal, however I would find some threatening
notes under my locker door telling me to stay away from Michael or that I was a serial killer. I would just ignore the notes, fold them and throw them in a trash can, I knew it had to be Thelma or some girls who envied my relationship with Michael. I would sometimes get calls from strange numbers, and when I picked up the caller wouldn’t say anything and the only thing I could hear were sounds of someone breathing. It was nothing strange to me because this had been going on for more than a year, after the death of Ray and Richard I had started receiving calls from strange numbers. Most of the callers would be angry people threatening to kill me and calling me names, the calls had reduced once I had been proved innocent. However, the caller who never spoke every time I picked up continued calling but it was only once or twice a month.

The only thing that frightened me was the feeling of being watched or followed, it had
become frequent the past weeks. I would sometimes freak out whenever Michael snack up on me from behind, one time when I was outside the library he snack up on me from behind and kissed my neck. I jumped back and almost punched him, he asked what was wrong and I just faked a smile, “I’ve been having nightmares again, and I guess I’m a little shaken.’’ I had said to him. He held me in his arms and whispered in my ears pushing my hair back, “Its okay, nothing bad is going to happen to you. I will always protect you, because I am your personal knight in blue jeans.” I never lied to Michael, I had been having nightmares and they all felt real and terrified me.
Everything was going on smoothly between Michael and me, though sometimes when he kissed me the three words “I love you” would almost slip out of my mouth. It was hard not to fall in love with him, but I did my best to not be the first to use the word love. His kisses were magical, every time he ran his long fingers through my hair I would tremble. The magical feeling was even more tingling when he licked my lower lip or bit my neck gently. I was tempted to make love to him, every single time we made out especially when I was in his room. I knew he was a love making god even if we hadn’t made love yet, every time he sucked on my breasts or squeezed my buttocks I would get orgasms. His lips were magical and I couldn’t have enough of his kisses and caresses. We were a normal couple, even if love didn’t exist between us, we had enough attraction to keep us going to restaurants, shopping and clubbing together.

I realized my feelings for Michael when we had our first fight and breakup, in fact when all the trouble in my life begun. It all started when Nancy McKee who had been gone for nearly a month returned to school. I had Michael’s phone one afternoon and I read his texts and saw the conversation he had with Nancy, where she said she had something to show him and asked him to pass by her room. The time they had this conversation was what made me suspicious, because it was passed midnight and Michael hadn’t mentioned their meeting to me. I was a little Jealous but I didn’t want to jump to conclusions so I never asked Michael about it and played it cool.