Falling to Flying

Chapter Four- Some Sticky and Sweet Situations

I headed out from my warm and cozy bed into the crisp morning air with a yawn while grabbing my head phones for some early morning jamming. With my hair in a sloppy excuse of a pony tail and my boots smacking the concrete with every step I took, I couldn’t handle any sort of human interaction on this fine morning. Well, not until I have to serve skinny lattes and blueberry scones. But until then, it was just me and Green Day, yes Green Day. They’re fucking legendary so no judgment here, everybody sings along to Green Day.

One, twenty one guns,

Lay down your arms,

Give up the fight…

You an-

“I-ah-eyee” sang a deep baritone voice from next to me. I jumped in surprise and began fumbling for my phone that I accidently threw in the air.

“That’s a great song,” he said, smiling. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly through my nose trying not to cuss out this poor kid. I didn’t even realize I was singing along, how embarrassing. “My name is Tyler and you’re gorgeous,” he stuck out his hand. That's a horrible pickup line and I just looked at his hand before rolling my eyes and walked away from him.

“Most people shake it,” he said, still holding out his hand.

“Nope,” I muttered with an annoyed furrow of my brows. Why couldn't it have just been me and Green Day? 

“What?” he said confused while catching up to my pace. I looked at him blankly.

“I don’t want to shake your hand." Maybe if I'm rude enough he'll go away.

“Oh, that’s okay,” he smirked. “How about a hug?” he held his arms open with a strange glint in his eye.

I ignored him and kept walking even when he began pestering me with questions.

“What’s your name? I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new this year? You must be a freshman? That's funny...you don't look like a freshman.”

My stomach churned as I realized that this guy wasn’t going to leave any time soon. I glanced at my surroundings only to realize that there was literally no one around.

9:30 in the fucking morning and no students are around? You've got to be shitting me, man.

I glared at him and mustered up the rudest voice I could before spitting a harsh, “leave me the fuck alone,” and picked up my pace considerably faster.

“Oh come on baby, don’t be like that,” he chuckled before grabbing my upper arm.

With a disgusted scoff I yanked my arm away from him growling, “Don’t touch me.”

He narrowed his creepy ice blue eyes at me before suddenly changing his face into a charming grin. I began walking even faster and pulled out my phone ready to call Mel if this guy didn’t back off.

“No need to be so harsh,” he walked next to me again. “Where are you headed?” he asked. I refused to answer keeping my gaze looking straight in front of me.

“You don’t want to talk to me?” he asked feigning hurt. No, I thought. I want you to leave me the fuck alone, actually.

I clenched my fists in nervousness as I saw him checking me out from my side. I almost cried in relief when I saw my safe haven only a block away. The Caribou Coffee sign was flipped to “open” and I could see some students studying inside while others were looking at the books.

We were about ten feet from the door when he suddenly grabbed my arm again and whispered, “Listen, why don’t we go somewhere more private, hmm?” I could feel his lips on my ear and I clenched my fists so tight I thought I was going to break my phone.