Chapter Three: The Boy With the Blue Eyes

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Wavryn

I practically throw myself out of the door into the small hallway. The conductor jumps back in surprise at my sudden appearance, but the man next to him doesn't move at all. I just glance at the other man, enough to tell that he's wearing a white t-shirt, skinny jeans and a dark blue beanie.

Focus Wavryn! No time to be examining others outfits!! I snap my head to the conductor. He looks at me strangely but clears his throat, becoming professional once again.

"Good Morning Miss Hollow. We seem to have switched up Mr. Pacific's seat. We were wondering if, since you have room, he could seat with you for the trip?" I almost scream right there. What am I going to do!

"Uhh... Uh.. Uhm... Suuure why not it's not like I have anyone else with me. Nope not at all. He can definitely come take the absolutely not occupied space." I say in one breath. I've never been a good liar! Darn it! He's gonna know I was lying and then he'll look in my compartment and find my cat and then he'll kick me off! Or worse! Oh it's official I'm going to jail! Here I come buffed woman and community cells!

During my freak out session in my head. Both of the men are looking at me like I'm certifiably insane.

"Oh okay. Thank you for your hospitality, Miss Hollow?" The conductor says carefully and then turns back to the man. But not without sending me one more almost scared look.

"Anyway... Mr. Pacific I'm so sorry for the mix up, I hope your new compartment is to your liking." With that the conductor hurries away. I wish I could run away from the situation like he did. Darn it! Take me with you! I think to myself as I look at the man that has now faced me.

I look up into a familiar pair of bright blue eyes.

"You!" I exclaim. Then slap my hand over my mouth. Turning bright red.

"You!" He mocks in a voice that try's to be high pitched. I laugh but then stop and just look at him. He's actually quite attractive. Pieces of brown hair stick out from his beanie and his shirt shows some very defined muscles underneath. Gosh I look like a twig next to him. He's tall, a lot taller then I first thought. I'm mean I'm tall, I'm 5'11'' and that's bare foot. But he's tall, probably around 6'5'' , maybe 6'6''. But even with his chiseled face and even skin tone, the most interesting thing about him is his eyes. What I thought were just blue eyes are actually a swirling mixture of blue, green and a strange tint of purple. Their beautiful and you could get lost in them easily.

"So are you going to let me in or just keep staring?" His deep voice scares me out of my ogling. But I have no time to be embarrassed, because I'm back to panicking. I spread my arms across the door way to block his entrance.

"Why do you wanna go in there?" I ask in a high pitched voice.

He shoots me an 'are-you-serious' look before answering.

"Oh you know because I think your hiding something. You dimwit, I'm rooming with you for the trip, did you not listen to the conductor?" He says in fluent sarcasm. Even though I know he's being sarcastic, my breath still hitches when he says I'm hiding something.

He cocks his head to the side, examining me.

"Unless you are hiding something?" He asks in a serious tone. Uh oh! Busted! My consciousness screams at me.

"No! No I mean of course I'm not hiding anything! What would I hide?" I ask in a panicky voice.

"Well if your not hiding anything, then you should have no problem with letting me in. He smirks, knowing he's won. I gulp as I slowly open the door. He's struts inside looking around curiously. Then he turns toward me with an eyebrow raised.

I glance around and Dango's nowhere to be seen. I sigh in relief, but then I tense again. If he's not here, where is he?

That's when I hear a piercing scream.

The man smirks and points out the door.

"Let me guess? That's your little secret now isn't it?" I gulp but before I can answer another scream sets me running in a panic toward the noise.

And as I run I can hear a thundering laughter echoing from my compartment. Stupid men!

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