twist of time (18+)

Twenty-seven

Beep Beep.

As the alarms waked me up at the next morning, I opened my eyes inside Blake's embrace. It felt comfortable, but inhaling his manly smell, I reluctantly aroused and ashamed at the same times. But I know I have a class this morning so  I carefully slipped down to the floor and went to the shower, but as I saw the dark brown blood stains on the tiles, I remembered.

I sat down and took my phone.

It might be unwise to go to campus today.

Opened my Facebook, I sighed and I deleted my account. I opened Instagram and do the same, and for safety, I deleted my Snapchat, Twitter, Tumblr, and DeviantArt. The phone buzzed. It's from my faculty number.

A bit afraid, I opened the phone.

"Hello?"

"Miss Mayfae Minami? Visual Art Major?"

"Yes?"

"This is April from Fine Art and Design Faculty. The Dean wish to see you today at three o clock'"

"I see. I will be there then"

She closed the connection and I put my phone back on the table, restlessly twirling my fingers. But then I took the brush and kneel at the shower, clean my own blood. Somehow, as my brush scrubbed the blood, it could erase the memory of the night before. Well maybe. I feel glad as it finished, stripped from my clothes, lather my body with soap, scrub it and rinse. About thirty minutes after that, I finished, dried myself and threw a large sweater dress, this time with underwear.

Blake didn't even move a finger at all that time, and I feel relieved. It felt better after the stain disappeared and I flopped at my beanbag, exhausted. Somehow I fell asleep, but after a while, a hand shook my shoulder.

"Babe? You haven't eaten right?" Blake.

"Not really hungry" I answered, still closing my eyes.

"No, you have to" His finger caressing my cheek.

"What time is this?" I open my eyes a crack while his finger tracing my left ear.

Blake's lips getting near.  "Almost two-thirty" He whispered.

I jolted awake, knocked him down. "I must see the dean at three! I have to get ready!" I ran to the drawer, took a pair of legging and put it on, dash to the table and hastily plunged my phone into my bag and start searching for my keys.

"Where is my key?" After a while, I looked at him.

"Oh yeah" Blake slapped his head, and he fished the keys from his pants, unlocking the door. In a few minutes after that, Blake's car roared to the Campus with me at his side.

I ran inside the Dean office, where April waited for me to meet the Dean himself.

An hour later, I walked out from the Dean office to the carport. As I passed some students, the dudes started to whistle and catcalling, while the girl stared at me with disgusting eyes.

One of the girls passed nearby and hissed. "Just die already," she said.

I walked hurriedly to the car where Blake that was waiting outside, came to me and took my hand.  "So?"

"So?" I copied him.

"What was the talk?" He opened the car's door for me, and I got in.

I waited until Blake safely clicked his seatbelt and turn on the engine. "Well, that was such a long monologue from my Dean," I said, raking my bang and setting the seat belt. "I give some information, but he seemed sure of himself and felt as if knew everything. He saw my naked picture on the net, deduced that it some kind of my mischief, (which is partly right) and in short, my campus gives me a two-week suspension."

"What?" He frowned. "That was odd."

I shrugged. "Maybe that is for the better, when I get in, maybe people will already forget about the whole thing" I sighed. "If all students react like the one I met, well, yeah, suspension is better"