To The Place I Belong

SYLVIA

Blood had actually nauseated me. It was a terrible sight. After puking twice, Myra and I decided to get some fresh air. Attending the lectures were beyond questioning. I couldn’t and Myra understood that. She understands me, like a true friend and doesn’t question me twice, and that’s what I like about her. Her simplicity is what makes her stand out.

“How’re you feeling now?”
“Loads better” I replied. We were sitting, under the sunlight on freshly moaned grass of the college campus. Sunlight always feels better. I raised my face upward and inhaled air.
“I don’t think I will be able to attend classes before our 12.”
Myra who was staring at me, said “That’s fine. We will go to the canteen, get some food and then we will head towards the next few classes.”
I turned to look at her. “No-I mean, You don’t have to-”
“No that’s okay. It’s gonna be boring without you. Its 10a.m already. I can wait here with you.”
We both smiled at each other. To have someone like her as a friend, has really eased something for me.
…
Smell of freshly grounded coffee filled the canteen air. Myra said she would go to the counter while I took a seat. She brought me cappuccino and sandwiches while she took juice and fries. My head was still pounding, when we located another disturbance arising and that’s what I hated about this place. Any time, a dispute was likely to arise; this was usually resolved by a punch or an attack with a chair. We finished our food fast before witnessing another bloody battle.
To our dismay it was Marcus and his two cronies. After having finished with uprooting three people from a table, they came up to us. We were almost ignoring them and passing by without acknowledging their presence when Myra was held back by Drake. I could have taken up the matter in my hand but another guy who I remember stays across my street (unfortunately) steered up to them and stood head to head with Drake and Marcus. His friends followed up and slowly but steadily it was a big show for the whole canteen.
“Leave her!” the tall guy (apparently Ben Evans) barked.
His friends pulled him back but he reacted as if he and only he were to be the messiah. I wished they had never turned up, even if to help. Where was the bloody need to make it appear like a daily soap? I could have mutilated the three of them alone. It has been long since I have had the opportunity to showcase my martial arts skill.
“Wooaaah! Got a bodyguard frizzball?” said a bemused Drake.
Marcus chuckled, “Why ? Is your friend not enough?”
The third guy of his team, whose name I never got to discover asked Ben Evans, “Why, what are you going to do if we hold her back, you chisel faced?”
“Seems like you have noticed my facial feature in great detail Sven” Ben smirked. Sven. I took a mental note of the name.
“Stop your silly jokes, Ben, now is not the time! Come on Ben…” a girl who was holding on to another guy’s arm of their group said suddenly pulling him back by his shirt.
The guy called Sven, who was of short stature and was of the level of bens shoulder blades was taken aback by Ben’s remark.
Ethan, was staring at Ben, wide eyed. He failed to grasp what Ben had on his mind.
“At night am free, give me a call, handsome…” Ben said to Marcus this time, still retaining his smirk. Marcus appeared baffled and was even about to tumble once again as he scuttled back.
“I would love to give you an exhilarating ride at night…” and to my surprise, he passed a flying kiss to Drake. The three of them stiffened now, all the colour from their face draining. They looked confused, puzzled, embarrassed and turned on their heels and hurried out into the doorway.
Victory caused Ben and his group mates laughed heartily giving high five to each other. In all of this I was astonished when I myself, could not hold my smile back.
Ben then turned up to us and Myra quite excitedly and gratefully passed a feeble “Thankyou!” while I was still angry for his intervention. He took grand pleasure in the thank you and as he turned up to me and said grabbing my hand and kissing it, “My pleasure…”
I was enraged. How dare he! This was more than I could tolerate. I pulled my hand free off his and grabbed his hair, shoved his head down and kicked his balls.
“Ouch!!!! Fuckkk! Jeezzzz” he screamed and moaned in pain with hands cupped around his private parts. His friends hurried near him.
“I could have handled that without your not-so-glorious intervention, you fucked up bastard!”
I pulled Myra and swung my bag over my shoulder. Before turning towards the door I said, “Remember that before you think of touching without consent!”
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It was 3 o’clock when Professor Johnson finished his interminable lecture. He had to, for the bell rang lifting every dying spirit in the class room. I woke up Myra with a shake, for she was already asleep with saliva running down the corner of her lips. For a split second, she thought that Professor Johnson had caught her sleeping and she looked terribly scared and shaken. After a joyous realisation that there was nothing omnious was about to happen she gave me a bare, dimpled smile. Her dimples bore deep into her cheeks and a flash a face with blue eyes and dimpled smile went across my mind. Blue eyes and dimpled smile. God damn! That’s Ethan. But how is he trespassing my thoughts? Today’s little canteen drama rose up in my mind and I saw an Ethan with a dimpled smile laughing at his friend taking over Marcus, Drake and Sven.