The Unattainable (The Foreplay to Forgiveness)

Chapter 18 - The Wolf in Sheep's clothing

I've been dying to attach this song! The song (beat) is perfect for the story. (The Unattainable)

Song Title: Make Me Wanna Die by Pretty Reckless

Morning came. The first thing I heard was Amanda’s squeal of glee. Apparently she had seen the flowers, and she was impressed, but not to the extent where she wanted to take back her warning. She didn’t even ask about our rendezvous.

             Quickly rumors started to spread in the dorm, until it was all over the university within only a few days. During the week there were speculations of a student at Burnham having a relationship with a “some” university board Member. I didn’t want anyone to suspect that this had anything to do with me and Mikhail. After all, he isn’t really a member of the board. But the association was there. The right kinds of situations were there. And to make it worse, the main rumor was pretty nasty. As far as I knew, a student wasn’t allowed to have any kind of romantic relationship with the school’s professors or teachers or whatever. The same rules would probably apply to the university board members, I guess. But Mikhail wasn’t one of the board members.

               I had managed to survive the week without worrying too much. I bumped into Paul on too many occasions here and there which was really bizarre. We had lunch together twice but his actions didn’t seem to show that he wanted to jump on me. He was just being friendly all of a sudden. Odd, but I was okay with that and didn’t put much more thought into it.

        On Wednesday Mikhail called to inform me that he was going to Greece on business and he would be back by next week. Still in the process of grasping the fact that we were actually dating, I was flattered that he’d notified me of his whereabouts. It showed that he really cared.

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               It was Saturday, and I was busy packing my bag for Thanksgiving when a knock sounded at the door. Amanda ran to open it. I heard the exchange of ‘heys’ before I decided to see who was at the door and saw a blonde woman standing there with a large fashionable satchel in her hand.  She looked quite pretty in a black leather jacket over a camisole, tight pants and boots.

          “Addie,” Amanda said, turning toward me. “I’d like you to meet my friend, Teresa Steen.”

               Teresa waved her hand and smiled at me. “Hi, Addie,” she said with her voice sounding friendly. “Nice to meet you.”

               I had a feeling Teresa was more than Amanda’s friend. Before I could stop it, my face broke into a grin. “Hi, Teresa!” I said and hugged her hello. “I’m Addie, Manda’s roommate. I’m glad that you stopped by. Are you going with Manda to Louisianna?”

                Teresa gave me a self-conscious giggle. “Yes, actually. She’d been bugging me about that trip for the last two weeks. She was very persuasive.”

I smiled at Amanda knowingly and she returned my affection with a grin. With a meaningful wiggle of her brows, I knew, Teresa was her girlfriend.

I liked Teresa right away. She was warm and funny and obviously crazy.  Just like Amanda.

“Okay!” Amanda announced a few minutes later. “I’m ready! Let’s get going.”

Half an hour later we were stood in the long bustling airport of Trenton. I could sense the excitement of all the holidayers waiting to be flown to their far flung destinations. We queued at check in desks along with a group of people with all their suit cases and waited for our flights to be announced. We had different flights: Amanda was going home to New Orleans with Teresa, whereas I was going back to Iowa. After thirty minutes of waiting their flight was called and I bid them goodbye. As I waited for my own flight to be called, I remembered Mikhail. Should I have called him to inform him that I was going home for Thanksgiving? What time was it in Greece? Was he awake? Was he in a meeting? Finally, I decided to dial his number. The first two tries were responded by a beeping sound. I patiently tried numerous times again but it was the same. With a relinquished sigh I stuffed my phone back inside my tote. So much for apprising.