West Coast Issue 2

Drake Ramsey

"What a Kiss"

Soft. Hmmm. I tasted berry.

"That tasted good."

"Shut up, Drake or its your last one tonight." Loren smiled, her eyes glistening.

I nodded and kissed her again. "We should probably wrap it up for tonight. Its getting late and we got a test tomorrow."

"Hey! I'm the girl here!" She giggled. "I'm the one who supposed to run away from our kissing session."

Tickling Loren's hips, I kissed her and lead her down the street to her dorm.

"No more nightmares?"

Loren pushed her hair out of her eyes, watching where she stepped. "Not last night. I think they are all gone. At least I hope so"

We stepped up to her dorm's steps. I kissed her goodnight and pressed my forehead against hers. We said nothing and I watched her as she walked up, closing the door. Man, she was a great find.

Finally, I can sleep.

I should have looked, but I didn't. It was late anyway. No one was there. I launched. Upward.

The lights from the campus and the city faded below. What a beautiful evening. I had to wear beanie caps to keep from loosing any form of hats as I flew. It was weird at first, I agree, flying and all. With practice, I learned how to control it. It cost me two broken legs and 3 broken arms on landings but man, I had it down. Imagine how confused my mother was with her son coming home with mysterious broken limbs… I hated those psychiatrist visits.

My arms rippled with goose bumps. The cool air rushed passed me like a blanket. My feet landed on the rooftop as I stepped onto the gray shingles of my dorm. Should of known Jon would have been up here.

"Dante!"

He jumped, a good ten feet.

"Shut up, Drake! Aaron is on the phone with Britnie again."

I smiled, floating over to the ledge to look over with my roommate. "you still after that girl?"

"Freak yeah! She's got me spellbound." Jon peered off the roof as Aaron, one of our other roommates, walked around the building, back inside.

"You're such a goof." I drifted to the other side of the roof to head to bed.

Jon was quick, and observant. Too observant. "You were out late with Loren, weren't you? What would Dr. McCoy say about that?"

I waved. "Goodnight, Jon."

I felt his smile press into my back. We weren't aloud to be out with the opposite gender passed eleven alone. McCoy warned us. He didn't want more mutant babies popping up every which way. I can't blame him. That's an offense of expulsion but I was only 15 minutes pass the curfew. But Ms. Lexis would see to my apprehension. She was Dean of the girls here. Her telepathy was almost as strong as the professor's. Anyhow, she kept a watchful mind pass the hours of curfew to ensure its obedience. Jon hated it. She was his older sister.

"Max?" I stepped into the black dorm.

Silence. "Keep it down!" A yell.

"I'm back. Checking in. Goodnight." I floated to my bed, no footfalls.

Max again. "Ms. Lexis knows." He chuckled.

"I know."

"Goodnight, Drake." Max, our Dorm Manager rolled over.

The room was black so, I saw nothing. I pulled my pants and took my shirt off, settling into bed. On the brink of sleep, a stern voice broke my peace.

Be in my office tomorrow, by seven. Understand, Mr. Ramsey?

Ms. Lexis.

I will be there. Sorry.

I felt her smile. I know, but rules are rules. No expulsion, but you have a punishment for your first offense.

I thought the meeting at the butt-crack-of-dawn was the punishment.