Secret Kisses

Secret Kisses Part 7

7.

I woke up late that morning. I didn’t have morning classes today so it didn’t matter. I yawned and rolled out my bed. My hair was sticking up and my clothes all wrinkled. I took a shower and got changed for the day. I decided to wear skinny jeans and a shirt. I put on my contacts and it was easier to put on. It was ten am and I walked to starbucks on campus. It wasn’t busy. Students were walking around campus and sitting in the sun. I ordered my mocha and sat on the stone wall. It was such a sunny day. I watched the students walking to classes or socializing. In a way I longed to be like them. To have numerous friends, who I could tell my secrets to or laugh with. It was so lonely sometimes. I sighed.

It was getting hot so I decided to go back to my dorm. I had a few hours to kill before I had psychology. I really didn’t want to go. My tummy was doing flips. I just sat on my bed eating lunch. I looked at the empty half of my dorm. I put some of my stuff on the other half. I guess that was one of the glories of not sharing a room. I listened to music on my bed and fell asleep.

I woke up sitting up. I checked the time and it was 4:15. Oh crap I was an hour and fifteen minutes late to psychology. How the heck did I fall asleep. I was running on espresso! I hopped of bed and brushed my hair and grabbed my things. I was never late to class. Never. I got there and opened the door. Mr. Sinclare was staring at me. I gave him a sheepish smile and took my seat. “Glad that you decided to join us.” He said and handed me the quiz that the class was taking. I finished it quickly and he gave a short lecture on Sleep disorders. He assigned us to write a paper on a sleep disorder and then explain it to the class. I got sleep paralysis. Such an easy topic

I packed up my things and got ready to leave till Mr. Sinclare said “Ms. Dawson may I talk to you.” oh crap. I started to feel nervous. What would he want to talk to me about? I hope it wasn’t about last night. I groaned in my mind. I turned and walked to the front of the desk.

“Yes?” I said. “I just want to say sorry for..um. interrupting you last night.” He said. Great. What I was trying to avoid. “It’s alright.” I said. “I hope you’re not mad at me. When you didn’t come to class earlier I thought you were mad.” He said. Why would he think I was mad at him? I thought he would be mad at me. “oh I wasn’t mad. I fell asleep listening to music in my dorm and didn’t wake up till later.” I said. “oh okay. As long as you weren’t mad at me is all.” He said. “no way. I thought you would be mad at me.” I said, not looking at him. “No I could never be mad at you. I just worry about you.” he said. Why would he worry about me. That was so strange. “Why would you be worried about me.” I asked looking at him. He was leaning against his desk. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.” He said. “From what. I know I fall a lot but it isn’t too bad.” I said. “No I mean emotionally.” He said. Again, why would he worry. “oh thanks, I guess.” I didn’t know what to say. “yea. I guess I’ll see you at piano class?” he said, changing the subject. I felt like I was breathing awkward air. “Yea. This time I won’t be late.” I said. He just smiled a little. I said good bye and went to my dorm to drop my books. That was so awkward. I kept replaying that moment in my mind. I dropped my things and decided to get a snack at the café. I got a bag of chips and a bottle of soda and sat under the big tree. I sat on the soft grass. I had thirty minutes till piano and I wanted to be alone. Well I was always alone but I wanted time to think. When did my life become about boys? I’ve always had my priorities straight and it was set on school. I sighed. I guess I just wasn’t used to liking someone. I haven’t liked a guy before, let alone two at the same time. It was hard. I know I had more of a chance with Blake then I did with Mr. Sinclare. But I just couldn’t let him go. I liked having him around. I checked my watch, I had five minutes till piano. I gathered my things and headed to the music department. I drank my soda and I didn’t feel good.