FANTASIZE:
1. Indulge in daydreaming about something desired.
2. Imagine (that which one wishes to occur).
Breathe... It's just another dream. Been there, cried over that. Just keep walking. Ignore the headlights. Keep walking.
Delilah jerked into a sitting position. Breathing heavily, she slumped back into the pillows and waited for her heartbeat to level out. It was then she noticed something off.
"Where the hell am I?"
She scanned the room, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness.
It was an amazing space. A fireplace sat in the corner, cold and imposing in its beautiful white marble. Though She'd bet that it has ever been used. Her eyes flicker to an old wingback Victorian chair that is nestled in the opposing corner, under a column of dark chestnut shelving that held an extensive collection of books. The moon shone through the sheer curtained French doors, giving light to some of the authors and titles.
Voltaire, Aristotle, Austen, Plato, Frost, Alighieri. She could tell that they were well preserved and definitely expensive. The majority of which were in original casing. The walls were painted an understated, but warm eggshell color. Usually Delilah would be pleased to be in such lavish surroundings, comfortable even; In this situation, however, she was anything but.
She flipped back the burgundy and gold covers and then paused. Yeah...I did not go to bed in this, I don't even own any silk. She shook her head and stood, slipping her feet into the thin shoes that were her exact size. And this week on Life with Lila: Creepy Situations... Where was she? How did she get here? How could she have not woken up if someone moved her? She was a light sleeper ever since... No, focus. Task at hand. Location.
"You look lost," An amused voice sounded behind her.
...
"Hey...Delilah. Right?"
"Huh?" She shook her head, causing a curl to fall into her eyes, "I'm sorry what did you say?"
Her eyes focused on a cute, familiar brunette boy. Who...Oh right, one of Reid's friends. He stood about the same height as Reid. Though he seemed to be a bit stockier, and had slightly wider shoulders. She tucked her raven hair back and straightened her jacket.
"I asked if you were lost," the boy responded looking concerned, "Are you alright?"
"Yes," she said, pulling up the strap of her bag, "to both. I need to find the English room."
"Okay, cool. My next is English so I can take you all the way there," He grinned, and then his face fell back into a concerned expression as he took in her pallor. "Are you sure you're okay? You look pale."
"I was born at night," She joked weakly.
Tyler cocked his head to the side.
"I'm just tired," She sighed, "Moving, new school, new people," she added as they began to walk.
"Well at least there are a couple familiars. You already met Reid, Pogue, Caleb, and I."
"No," Lila grinned, "I met Reid, and exchanged a couple words with you, Caleb, and...Pogue? Seriously?"
"Don't start, he will shred you." The boy chuckled, "I'm Tyler."
"Tyler." She repeated with a nod, and then glanced at him, "So Pogue is legit? Like Reid? Also my last name gets mistaken for Dragon. A lot. So I could probably do equal if not worse damage."
Tyler laughed and shook his head, "I'd pay to see that. Pogue and Reid aren't really that different though. No worse than Chastity or Mischief or..."
"Wait!" She froze and spun to face him, "You've met someone named Mischief. As in: on their Birth Certificate, parent s choice?"
"Yeah." He nodded, pausing and stepping forward a bit.
"I need to find and befriend this being" Delilah said with a face full of awe, "Or, failing that high five their parents."
"Well, you probably won't get friendly with her. She's a teacher, and she tells everyone her name is Margarette. I've just seen her file." Tyler said, and then flushed, eyes widening.
"And why, my dear Tyler, have you been traipsing about the teachers' files?" Delilah asked with a conspiratorial smirk, quirking her eyebrow.
"We're gonna be late. We should, uh, yeah, we should go. Before we get written up." Tyler stammered out before turning and regaining pace.
"I'm already written up," Delilah grumbled and followed.
"For what?"
Both of the teens jumped, neither had noticed the three boys approaching.
"Almost as tall as me for a second there, Ty!" the brunette with shoulder length hair said with a laugh, slapping Tyler on the shoulder.
"Bite me, Pogue." Tyler said trying to frown, and grinning instead.
"Don't mind me," Lila said, hand placed dramatically on her chest, making a show of resettling her breathing, "just restarting my heart. Carry on."
"Jumpy this morning, Lilac?" Reid said stepping closer.
"Didn't sleep well," She replied, stepping back with a tight smile, aaand that's a wall..."Lilac?"
"Your perfume." Tyler said in a helpful tone.
"Two things," She said, counting on her hand, looking between the boys and trying to slide sideways on the wall concurrently, "I don't wear perfume, and What? Are you smelling me?"
"Didn't have to," said the one with cropped black hair, Caleb? "It's pretty powerful. And really sweet."
"I caught it second the door opened." Pogue added with what just had to be a practiced grin.
"I smell sweet?" She asked, trying and still failing to thwart Reid's advance.
"Very." Reid said, placing a hand on the wall next to her, halting her movements, and nearly blocking her view of Tyler and Pogue. He leaned in and inhaled shallowly, eyes sliding shut for a moment.
"I like it." His breath ghosting down her neck.
"I like to breathe." Delilah said in the same small voice from outside the Provosts office.
Reid let out a laugh, a sexy rumble that traveled down her spine and curled her toes, leaving more air then strictly necessary circling her brain.
Tyler gave a long-suffering sigh, "Leave her be, Reid. She said she wasn't feeling well."
"She said she hadn't slept well." Reid muttered, eyes now locking onto Delilah s. He seemed almost upset by that admission. As though it offended him in some way.
"Yeah," Tyler nodded, "Well when you don't sleep well, you don't feel well."
"Thanks for the update, Mom." Pogue said, grin widening.
The bell rang shrill and sudden, the boys straightening at the sound. Reid dropped his hand for a moment.
"Time for class," he said, taking hold of Delilah's waist as she resettled her messenger and straightened as well.
"Oh joy!" She said, voice sarcastic but shaky as well, trying feebly to maneuver out of Reids' arm.
"Never did tell us why you were written up," Pogue said as they walked.
"Let's just not talk about it." She replied a bit quickly.
The four boys chuckled at that. Though Caleb hadn't missed the way Delilah flinched whenever another student grazed passed her; or the way Reid's eyes had darkened for a moment when he spotted her talking so close to Tyler, definitely blackening fully when she playfully regarded him as 'My Dear'.
AN: Part 2, so soon? Don't get used to this. Seriously don't this is a fluke. But I will try my best!
Index:
...Thoughts... [In some instances Dreams]
Once more, with feeling!
Shyt just got real.
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