D for Depression [Mature]

Chapter 11: Aftermath

''Have you no idea that you're in deep?
I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week
How many secrets can you keep?
'Cause there's this tune I found
That makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep...''

A light tap on my shoulder stops me from mouthing the rest of the song. Taking off my earphones, I turn and look behind me. A short woman around her 40's stares at me irritated.

''Excuse me, can you please move from the door, I need to go down.''

I immediately step back mumbling a quite ''sorry'' for blocking her way. She doesn't give me a second glance, getting off the bus clearly annoyed.

''She was just being rude. Don't think about it.'' A boy with light brown hair and bangs says, after seeing me pouting with her behavior.

I give him a weak smile, which he returns back, only his is much bigger and full of warmth. It's not a forced or fake one and that makes me smile again instantly. He seems like a genuine happy person and I can only imagine how nice it would be to have someone like that in your life. I mean it only took one smile and I already feel much better.

The doors open again and I look outside. Shit. I lost my stop.

Panicking I hurriedly get off the bus, pushing some people on my way out. I think about the boy inside and turn to look back, but it's too late. The doors are already closed making hard to find him inside the crowd.

That's disappointing. I would like to wave him or say a thank you before I go.

Well too bad Daphne. You already lost your stop because of his pretty smile. Now walk two blocks and stop being a crybaby.

Putting on my earphones, I push play and let Alex Turner's voice to fill my ears once again.

*

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Ten minutes late. Shit.

Mr. Cook is the only professor who actually cares, about his students being late.

Great job Daphne.

I stand outside the class trying to catch my breath. I'm a sweaty mess from all the running, while my heart pounds like crazy. I grab the doorknob with trembling hands, before I gently knock.

Silence.

I hesitantly open finding all kinds of eyes looking at me. Fuck.

Closing the door behind me I'm waiting for Mr. Cook's judging remarks, although they never come.

Searching for his petite bald form, it takes me by surprise when I find a young man sitting on top of his desk. He has dark blonde hair, brown eyes and plump lips. He is also really tall, I can tell by the way his feet touch the ground, even if he is not standing. Who is he?

''Yes?'' he says, raising an eyebrow.

''Um... I'm s-sorry for being late.'' I mumble looking down.

''And you are...?''

''Stark. Daphne Stark.''

He stands up slowly, giving the class a sight of his back. Yes, he is tall. 1,85 maybe?

Putting a pair of round glasses, he checks the students list.

I can see people whispering around me. Some of them are looking at me, while others stare at the young man. Mostly girls. They are drooling over him and I can tell why.