"Come on, Esther! We'll be late!"
"I'm coming! Just hold your horses!"
Grabbing my bag and shoving my books and pencils into it, I hurriedly stood from the table in the lounge and rushed to my class. Unfortunately, it was a math class tonight. Of all the things in this world that I had to take for my degree, math and I do not get along. I was more of a creative type. I enjoyed music and literature, not the sciences. I walked through the door of my classroom, trying to hold my head high and not look anyone in the eye, or else I would blush thirty shades of red. Pulling my chair out, I slipped quietly onto the chair next to the only person that had talked to me in this class. If it wasn't for Derek, I most likely would not be passing this class in the first place. I set my notebook in front of me and pulled my long blonde hair around my shoulders.
"It's about time you got here," a deep voice whispered.
I smiled shyly and glanced to my left where he sat facing me, his head propped against a fist, and a smirk on his lips.
"Its your fault. You're the one that kept me in the lounge while you gushed about calculus."
He chuckled and sat up as our instructor started to call roll. It was just another day. The most exciting thing that had happened to me all week was I received a letter calling me to jury duty. A pathetic life, right?
I struggled through class for the next two hours, listening to the droning voice of my instructor and trying to ignore just how good looking the guy next to me was. It was with a relieved and tired sigh that I finally closed my books and stood from my chair, welcoming the tingling of feeling rushing back into my legs from sitting in one place for so long.
"What are you doing this weekend?" Derek asked as he put his things into his black backpack.
I shrugged and started towards the door, Derek hot on my tail. "I don't know. Study... probably do some cleaning. I'm off, so I'll actually have some time to clean my apartment." I grimaced at the thought of how I had let it go the past couple of weeks; only doing laundry and the dishes since I didn't have time for anything else. And then, laundry only consisted of moving the clothes from the washer, to the dryer, then to the couch.
"I thought about going to a concert downtown. Wanna go?"
My heart jumped into my throat. Was this a date? Or was he just wanting to go as friends? I had never dated before! Sure, I'd been out on one or two dates, but they all felt wrong. Sometimes a girl just knows when the guy isn't the one for her. The truth is, I was scared to death of dating. I really did want a boyfriend, really! Unfortunately, I had seen one too many girls get cheated on or abused to trust any guys that way, so I kept my heart locked away and tried to avoid getting hurt. I know... it's not exactly my smartest decision; but Derek has been very nice to me, and he seems to be a great guy.
"What kind of concert?" I asked hesitantly.
"Country. Shaun Camron is the main event. So, wanna go?"
I bit my lip and glanced at him. He was smiling boyishly and had a hopeful look on his face. Man! There's no way I could turn down that look. I sighed and nodded my head.
"Sure. What time?"
He grinned even bigger and slung his arm over my shoulders. "I'll pick you up about 6:30. Dress warmly. It's getting a little chilly at night."
I smiled at his thoughtfulness and tucked my hair behind my ear shyly.
"You don't have to pick me up," I said quietly.
"I'll pick you up. Don't try to get out of it."
We stopped at my car where we waved goodbye and drove away. My hands gripped the steering wheel as my heart seemed to pound out of my chest and my stomach flipped uncontrollably. What was I thinking? There is no way he meant that as a date! If anything he felt sorry for me and was trying to get me out of my apartment. I groaned loudly in frustration and jabbed the radio on.
Driving down the dark streets, I mentally calculated how many days I had left until mid-terms, how I needed to start on my study notes, and going over my mental checklists from work to make sure I had done everything I was supposed to. Call me paranoid, but I was constantly worried I would mess someones chart up and cause huge issues for the clinic. I pulled through an intersection as the light turned green and drummed my fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of the music playing on the radio. I would later regret not checking the opposite way.
A loud crash and blinding pain suddenly exploded on my left side. Glass shattered, and the world around me whirled into a blur before crashing back down. The last thing I knew was a searing pain and then a blissful darkness.
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Fanfiction"My life had changed, and not solely for the better. At least, it did not seem that way at the time." A young woman goes missing in a small southern town. What the residents do not know is that she has not only gone missing from their town...
