Baby

Chapter Six

Chapter Six: Undo

unedited

As the day passed, Silas remained unresponsive to my text, and there was no word from him.  The following day, the official start of classes loomed. I was equally excited and nervous. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that Beverly and I shared the same major—English Literature. Though it had surprised me, considering her passion for fashion seemed to be so apparent.  Despite having similar classes, our first class of the day wasn't the same. For me, it was Engl 2100: Ways to Read Literature.

"Good luck," Beverly wished me cheerily. "I'll talk to you later." She playfully winked and waved goodbye before walking out of the room.

I packed my backpack and prepared to leave. When the elevator reached the ground floor, everyone in it exited as well. While I walked to my class on foot, a sense of surrealness washed over me. From an orphaned girl who endured daily torment, to starting anew in a different state, different atmosphere and making a real friend so far—it all seemed like a dream.

I couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. My heart was filled with joy, and there was nowhere else I'd rather be in this moment.

 After a slightly stressful hunt to find the right building, I finally reached my destination in Elektra Hall's room A127. The room was spacious, reminiscent of the classrooms seen in movies. Surprisingly, the professor hadn't arrived, so I quietly claimed a seat somewhat further back from the front.

The professor entered the room and promptly commenced the introductions. As the class began, my focus was heightened, and a sense of interest flickered within me. Once the class ended, I gathered my belongings, reflecting on how enjoyable and distinct this college class was from my high school classes back in New Orleans.

Professor Damico's suddenly voice echoed surprise in her words. "Ah, Mr. Petrova, what a pleasant surprise."

I gasped softly, my heartbeat quickening and eyes slightly widening. You have got to be kidding me.

In a flash, my head jerked up, and my gaze locked onto Silas Petrova. To my slight relief, he hadn't noticed me, his gaze directed elsewhere. I held my breath, silently praying he hadn't spotted me at all.

This was perfect. I could stealthily slip out before he even registered that I was there. With minimal movement, I crept towards the door. The moment I stepped out of the classroom, a flood of relief washed over me.

I breathed, feeling relieved. Mission accomplished.

A low, gruff voice called out from behind me, uttering my name. "Baby." Fuck.

Instinctively, I took another faltering step forward. Maybe if I ignored him, he would leave me alone.

Another step, and his voice spoke again, my name rolling off his tongue. "Baby Sinclair."

My shoulders sagged, and I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes. Reluctantly, I finally faced the man who had been standing behind me. As usual, he appeared effortlessly attractive. Or, rather, normal, obviously.

In response, I swallowed and attempted to maintain a sense of normalcy, despite the intense effect his dark gaze was having on me.

"Do you need something?" I asked, my voice tinged with a mix of annoyance and nerves.

His signature devilish smirk slowly spread across his face, unwavering. It made my stomach do a somersault, sending a flutter through me. "I just wanted to walk you to your next class," he replied with a shrug, his tone matter-of-fact.