Chapter 13

82 1 0
                                    

I look at my phone. It's 7:59 so technically I am too early and shouldn't wonder, why I am the only one on the corridor. I look around again and notice that the doors of the cafeteria are closed and realize, while reading the sign attached to the right side of the door that they are closed by 6 on Sundays.

Suddenly I feel a hand on my back and jump. I didn't hear her coming at all and now she is standing right in front of me and my heart skipps a beat and continues pumping way faster than before. She smiles at me and I realize that I stared at her again.

"Sorry, I didn't want to scare you."

These words make my cheeks getting warm when I remember what happend the last time after she said these words.
"It's okay. I'm usually not that jumpy. It looks like the cafeteria is already closed but maybe we can go somewhere else?"
I ask, worried she will take the closed location of our date as an excuse to leave. She stares at me and grins.
"For everyone else, this place is closed tonight."
Turning around to face the door, she pulls out a key to open the door. I look at her surprised but move inside the dark room when she holds the door open for me. The light shining in from the floor disappears when the door closes again and we are standing in complete darkness. I can sense her standing right behind me and feel her breath in my neck, what sends shivers down my spine.

Her hand slips into mine and she guides me through the darkness and makes me sit down on what feels like a chair. Then she is gone and I look around, trying to make out something in the darkness. Only when mild light lights up the room, I can see that we are in the cornered back of the room and the girl walking in from behind a small door that leads to the kitchen with a small tray. The time she needs to come closer to the table I am sitting at, I use to take in her appearance. She is wearing white Converse, jeans and a loose t- shirt underneath a flannell in a dark blue and black. Her hair matching, falls over her shoulders in gental waves and in the soft light, the golden sprinkles in her eyes are sparkling.

I hear her coughing and I blush when I realize that she caught me staring again.
"Sooo."
She places the tray between us.
"Because we still have to drive home, I decided on some fancy, self pressed and high quality orange juice for drinking." Taking two juiceboxes off the tray and giving me one, she continues without her serious expression changing.
"And for dinner we will have jello, personally made by the chef from the queen herself, for the real queen of the night."
I grin and when she hands me a spoon while looking into my eyes, her lips curl into a small smile.
"I know this isn't much but it's the only thing eatable here."

"It's perfect, I really love it. Thank you so much for doing all of this."

"So, I'm here. Will you tell me your name now?"
I open up my third juice box of the night. The girl, who I know about now, that she is 19 years old and has lost her parents in a fire when she was only a few months old, so she can't remember them and grew up with her grandparents. She has a cat named Mingo who is blind on one eye and almost as old as her, studies space science because she is obsessed with space ever since her grandfather took her out to watch the stars at night and explained to her the different constellations.
I loose myself in the way she talks and stare at her eyes in amazement, how they lite up when she talks about space and how soft her expression becomes, when she tells me about her grandfather.

And how her eyes never leave mine, when I tell her about me and my life, like my friends, family and the things I like to do are the most interesting things she ever heard about. We laugh together about how her teacher once refused to belive that she was right on a math problem, when she was about twelve years old and the principle and another math teacher had to come into class to check the way, she solved the problem, and it's solution after debating got loud. She thinks it's hilarious how Isabella and me tricked our teachers, friends and relatives by changing characters and tells me that she really would have loved to see their faces when they found out about it.

Catch MeWhere stories live. Discover now