The Blue Moon In Winter

Chapter Two

The ray of the sun struck her closed eyes, and made her squint. she turned to the other side of the bed as a form of unconscious negative phototaxis.

"Are you awake?" It was Sandra's voice, she mumbled in response. Sandra knelt by the side of the bed and shook Willow's shoulder softly to gain her full attention, then Willow opened her eyes.

"I'm really sorry about last night I heard what happened and I even saw the video, I shouldn't have forced you to come with me..." She pause to see Willow's expression and she didn't seem upset as she had expected. She continued, "I was outside with Chris when it happened and before I could get to the house you were already gone." She explained further.

"It's okay, I'm fine now" she gave a little smile.

"How did you get back home?" Sandra knew it was not possible for her to get home on her own, especially since she was drunk. Sandra had even ran outside in search of her, and there was no sign of her. She had been worried sick, she even left the party to find her at home sleeping, that was only when she was able to feel relieved. Willow looked up trying to search her memory for an answer.

"Someone...called an Uber for me...yes."

"It's okay, what matters is that you're alright. I'm going to class now, you'd be late" Sandra stood up and gave a concerned look. Willow got up to a sitting position, that was when she felt what people meant when they say hangover. She place her left hand on her head and tried to force a beam even though her head was on fire.

"Is it your first hangover? I made some tea for you, it helps with hangovers."

"Thanks!" She tried to be loud since Sandra was already leaving for her classes.

After drinking what Sandra made which looked like regular tea but when she lifted it to her mouth the aroma of ginger filled her nose and when she drank there was a hint of lemon in the ginger tea. She sluggishly took a shower then got dressed, she wore a white tunic top with blue and green floral pattern, and a slim fit black jeans. She made her honey blonde hair into a messy bun with her favorite scrunchie, it was black with gold glitters. Her dad bought a pack of scrunchies when they went to vacation in The Bahamas but it was only one left out of the six so she cherished it.

In front of the bathroom mirror, she used a mascara brush to comb out her long eyelashes then wet her lips with a lip gloss to make her already crimson lips glow. She sighed, then a flash of memories from the previous night came to her mind, she was hearing deafening laughter in her head. She knew something bad must have happened since Sandra looked sorry earlier, she tried harder to remember but her memory was foggy. She went to her bed to put books into her brown shoulder bag which was lying on the bed. When she turned to leave she was startled by the person resting on the wall by the side of the door with his arms folded and legs crossed.

He had the kind of body that would make anyone gape at first sight, he was tall with broad shoulders, an angular face and a straight edged nose. He smirked in acknowledgement of her staring which exposed one of the deep dimple on his cheek.

"How long have you been standing there?" She gulped.

"Long enough to..." He used his hand to comb his dark brown hair back, then walked towards her. He moved closer to her, the closeness made her notice his blue eyes which look greenish due to the reflection of sunlight. She moved away from him by taking a step back but bumped into her bed which made her sit down on the bed. He moved closer then bent his head and looked into her hazel eyes that were staring up from her sitting position. She tried to move her face away from him but he lifted her chin to face him with two of his fingers.

"I'm sorry, bambola" He said with a very calm voice, she could smell his very masculine scent of lavender and cedar. She thought it would probably be his cologne, then snapped out of her trancelike state as her mind reminded her of the accent in the voice from the previous night was exactly the same as the one she just heard.