I reached the front gate of the mansion, and finding only to my dismay, that the front gate was sealed shut, looking high and intimidating. I sighed and kicked the dirt, frustrated. I hadn't eaten anything since I woke up, no telling how long I had been asleep, and with the news from the Professor -- today hadn't been a good day.
I had decided to go back to the school. It took me a couple of hours of sitting on cold hard dirt that I needed somewhere to stay, and someone who could help me. The Professor was the only one I could trust at this point in time and he seem warm hearted enough. The only problem now was that I looked like a complete idiot standing outside a closed school in the middle of the night, that I'd have to apologize probably to everyone, and, if I haven't mentioned this already, I'm also the biggest jackass on the entire Earth.
"Can I help you?"
I yelped in fear and gripped my bag nervously. I turned around quickly, whacking my face with my hair in a swift move, and hoping it wasn't some pervert.
And there he was. Tall, blonde, with broad shoulders and strong face. His blue eyes shone in the dark and illuminated his face. He wore a long brown coat but I could see the formation of his muscular arms underneath it. I stood there, speechless and in shock. He was gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous. Boys were honestly the last thing on my mind at the moment, but I couldn't help but gawk at his overwhelming beauty. For once, my heart beat accelerated for something other than fear.
I regained my speech. "I need to get in," I said, cocking my head towards the mansion and trying to mess up on my words.
He smiled. "The professor knew you'd come back."
He had been waiting for me like a watchdog. I faltered. "Then open the gate."
He came over and inserted a key into the gate's lock. "I'm Angel by the way," he said, looking over at me, before pushing the gate open and leading me inside. "What's your name?"
He made my heart flutter and my stomach churn when he spoke. Add this guy to my increasingly growing list of problems. "Ali," I said as we made our way inside. We didn't speak the rest of the walk, into the building, then into the professor's office, where he sat behind his desk before, smiling warmly at me, even after my little charade.
"Thank you Angel. You may leave," the Professor said and Angel left the room. "Welcome back Alixandra."
"I'm sorry," I blurted out, my eyes grazing the floor, not having enough courage to look him in the face. I felt like dirt. Digusting, cold dirt. How had I managed to mess up so many times in one day? Was there a world record for this?
He chuckled lightly. "No need to apologize. Your reaction was actually quite normal," he said. "Would you like me to show you to your room? You seem tired."
"Okay," I said, standing up. The professor smiled and we exited the room. He led me down a long corridor, then turned to the right, standing before a wooden door.
"Here is your key Ali. Sleep well," he said, gave me another smile, then turned around and left. I opened the door and walked in, finding the the bed made and some sheets and towels placed on a desk in the nearby corner, as if it had been waiting for me this entire time.
The room was nicely furnished, with medium sized bed in the middle, a closet with enough space, a window over looking the garden outside, the desk where I could get some work done if I even planned on staying for that long.
I glanced over at the window and a thought grazed my mind. I used to have a window in my room. Every night before I went to sleep I would climb out and sit on my roof, just sitting under the stars and feeling complete bliss. Feeling as if this was a moment of perfection and that every problem I had that day would simply fade away.
So I threw off my shoes and opened the window, sliding out, my feet touching the roof tiles. I carefully climbed to the top floor of the roof, trying not to disturbing anyone in the rooms below.
When I reached the top, I turned around and sat down, bringing my knees to my chest and resting my chin on knee. I stared out across the garden, the fountain, the forest in the distance. I breathed in the cool air and felt myself relax. The forest in the distance was mystical in the night and the stars above me cast a light glimmer on the top of the trees.
"You found my spot," I heard a familiar voice say. Well. There goes my relaxation.
I turned my head around to find Angel standing there, smiling. He joined me, sitting next to me, and letting his legs hang over the edge. Much to my dismay, his presence brought a serene feeling instead of the anxiety I had been expecting.
"Did you just get here today?" he asked, after a long, silent pause.
"Yeah." I didn't plan on revealing anything else about my travel here, so I didn't carry on with an explanation.
"Why are you here?" he asked me.
"What--you want me to leave already?"
He laughed softly and got nervous from messing up on his words. "No I meant, why are you here? In the school?"
I paused. I couldn't exactly tell him what happened. It was too emotional for me to handle with right now. "I don't know," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "I really don't." I looked at him to see him staring back at me.
"How don't you--"
"It's getting late I should get some sleep," I said quickly, standing up then descending down the roof. "It was nice talking to you Angel." And then I slipped into my bedroom before he had the chance to say goodbye.