Crime of Passion

Chapter 2

-Victoria-

"How do you know my name? Well I guess if you want to be technical, you don't know my name because my name is Victoria. Speaking of that, why can't you Australian get that. I mean it's like it's not that hard. VIC-TOR-IA. Is that hard? Maybe it has something to with you accent? I don't know that seems unrealistic. To be honest, this is all unrealistic due to the fact that you are not real. You're a figure of my imagination. After all you are just someone from my dream. Right? Tell me I'm right." I ramble on as this guy looks at me as a mad women.

We both stand there, studying each other like wild animals. Multiple times he opens his mouth as if he were to speak but closes it again. He carefully chooses his words and finally says something.

"Well for starters, we Aussies have no problem with saying the name Victoria," he overly enunciates my name, "and you're not crazy."

"I never said I was crazy or thought that you thought I was crazy. I've also never thought that you though that I though that I was crazy." I earn another bewildered look from him.

"I'm not sure how to reply to that but I am very much real though I'm not sure why I was in your dream. I know your name because Luke told me before I had to rescue you from making your biggest mistake."

To me, last night was a total blur of drinking and dancing. What could have been my biggest mistake?

"You don't remember do you? Ha!" He laughs at my obvious first time experience. "Well let's just say you would have made a lot of friends and became the next Beck Williams,"

Becky Williams?

"Who's that?" I ask.

"Ya know, the girl who flashed a whole group of boys and they all had their phones out so now every body knows what Becky Williams' boobs look like," he answers nonchalantly.

My eyes widen and my jaw drops. My mind starts to panic. This is why I shouldn't drink.

"You've got to be shitting me," I instantly cover my mouth. I've never said anything like that before or at least not that I remember. "I mean you can't be serious. Did I really flash all those people?"

He laughs, "I saved you before you did anything remotely stupid. I put you to bed so you didn't do anything more remotely stupid. I was the guy that you thought was going to rape you."

I think back and remember the strange guy who had carried me off the table and into the bedroom. His bedroom.

Now that I look at it, it seems vaguely familiar. The walls covered in band posters. The names all sounding familiar as well. I sense the feeling of happiness and a subtle wave of calm that surrounds it.

"I guess that's why you were in my dream. My brain must of incorporated your face into my inner thoughts." I slap a hand over my mouth. He doesn't need to know I was dreaming about him. " it's not like I know you anything right?" I try to laugh the awkwardness.

He deliberately chooses his next few words. I can see the gears under his mop of black hair turning every so slowly as he thinks. It's actually quite beautiful the way he bites the corner of his bottom lip. He rocks slightly on his feet. I let my eyes wonder from his face down to his shoulder then his toned torso. A few tattoos are scattered across his upper body. I always like to think that they all have a back story, a meaning.

I've racked my brain on many occasion trying to find out the meaning of one of my own. Tucked right behind each of my ears is part of a compass with a coordinate. I've looked at the coordinates and googled them but they don't really help me remember. The coordinates were of some small, cute lookout in Sydney. I've been to it a thousand times but it registers as insignificant in my head.