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*Quote from Romeo & Juliet by Shakespeare.*
Dumbfounded, I stare into his eyes, and then trail them down to his lips.
"Last night?" I glance back to Pogue's taunting eyes, I quickly duck to the right of to grab my bag and head for the door. "I only believe in moving forward, not backwards. You said something about the cafeteria?" Just as my hand grazes the door handle, another grips my wrist to turn me back around.
"Fine, we will focus on here and now. "As soon as the words leave his lips, his are pressed against mine and I am lost. Like last night, everything stops. Pogue doesn't let me stay frozen for long as he wraps his hand around my waist and the other placed behind neck to draw me in closer. Swallowed by heat and flames, I slide my hands up Pogue's shoulders and into his hair, clinging to him. His lips are soft and determined, demanding more from me and I am more than happy to give in. I gasp for breath as Pouge abruptly pulls away while remains close with his forehead resting against mine.
"Now let's talk. What is this? How do I know you?" Pogue's breathing is no better than mine as he stares heatedly into my eye and back to my lips. I'm not fairing much better as all I want is for him to press me harder into the door and give me more. Until his words sink in, leaving a prickling feeling scattering over my skin.
How do I know you?
From the memory of last night I remember thinking to myself, I know him. But how?
Space. Shaking my head, I feel as if I can't breathe. I need to get out of here. Now. All but shoving Pogue away from me, I quickly open the door and make a run for it down the hall. Still new to campus I run aimlessly through the dorms down to where there now seems to be classrooms. Slowing my pace, sure that I've lost him, I start to try looking around to place where I am. Before I have time to fully catch my breath, I feel him before I see him. Caught around the waist, I'm all but dragged into an empty classroom, before I can utter a cry for help.
"Don't thin-", Throwing my fist into Pogue's jaw, I angrily glare at him as he recovers from the shock.
"Other girls might appreciate this cocky cave man act you have going for you, but I don't." I attempt to make a dash for the exit only to be a second too late. Finally coming back from his daze, Pogue's hand lands hard on the door, preventing me from escaping. I feel the heat of his chest on my back and with a wish for courage I turn around to face him. Pogue's face is hardened with a dark and broody glare painted on just for me. The fleeting pain of my punch seems forgot with only a tender red mark in its wake.
"This is not an act and don't try to deny that you feel this. The vibration. Connection. What. Is. This."
The more he stares into my eyes, I feel the flames licking my skin, pushing me to be closer to him. He's right, I can't deny that I feel him with every fiber of my being, but why?
Wish a frustrated sigh, Pogue runs his hand through his hair realizing that I'm just as clueless as him. I watch him run his hand through his golden locks, just like I did minutes ago…when he had me pressed against my bedroom door…with his lips were on mine. Shit.
Shaking my head to get my thoughts together and glance to the side and notice that we are in a literature classroom by the lines written on the front white board.
"These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume."
"Look," I say bringing my gaze back to Pogue, "I don't know what this is and I don't know if I want to. This all feels like too much and I'm just getting started and settled here. Can we just, leave this for now and came back to it once I have come footing?" I look hopefully to Pogue, praying he gets that I am too overwhelmed with whatever this is. "You said Sarah is waiting for us in the cafeteria, can you show me where that is?"
With a huff, Pogue stares at me for a minute before pushing off the door and giving me a slight not. Walking down the halls, making turn after turn, Pogue remains begrudgingly silent. As awkward as it may be, that is fine with me as I cannot even find the words for how this all got so turned around.
Finally arriving to the cafeteria, I spot Sarah a table in the center of the room. Giving a little wave showing I see her, I make my way over to the counter to grab some food. Glancing back I see Pogue going straight to the table, food clearly not a priority.
Grabbing a tray and looking over all of the options, it takes a good amount of effort not to drop my jaw. $15 for a sandwich? What the hell is in it? With an gentle sigh, I grab a simple PB&J sandwich, that looks greatly out of place amongst the gourmet spread, and make my way to the register. Also adding a water bottle and apple to the tray along the way, I prepare myself for the mounting total of this meal.
"$21.25, sweetheart." The sweetness in her southern voice and light smile she was giving me did nothing for the shock that hit me.
Thank the lord I have a prepaid meal card-
Moving my belongings around my bag, I search and search but my wallet is nowhere to be found. As my stomach growls to further my embarrassment, I look up and apologize to the attendant, remorse felt for the sandwich that will now be left uneaten. As I'm about to make my way back to the dorms, a hand with a credit cards appears from behind me and I turn to see an attractive guy behind me with the most delicious dimples and curly hair.
"Here you go, Meredith. This one's on me." Smile still in place, Dimples turns to me and gives a quick wink. "You're the new girl right? Mary Warren? I'm Aaron Abbot and you are gorgeous." Extending his hand he widens his smile at my shy stare.
"Uh, yeah, that's me. Thank you for buying my meal, I'll pay you back." I smile back hoping to use it to smooth out my out of place shyness.
"No thanks or payment necessary. I'm always more than happy to help a beautiful damsel in distress." Flashing his dimples again, I can hear the 'but' linger in the air. "But, if you would like to do me a favor in return, I'd love for you to join my friends and I at my table. Seeing as you're new and all, I would love to show you around." As Aaron says this, he slowly looks me up and down, and I'm starting to feel a whole other tone coming into play. Just as I'm about to graciously turn down his offer, I feel an arm wrap around my shoulders.
"Hey babe, why are you talking to this trash?" Pogue stares Aaron dead in the eyes as he says this and pulls me closer to him. Funny, how chatty and chummy he seems to be after our awkward walk of silence here. "Sarah and the gang are waiting for you over at our table. Let me take your tray."
Just as I'm about to blow up at Pogue for being so rude, "Not even a day and you already have your grease monkey hands on the new goods, Parry? Get dumped by your girl only a week ago and your already sniffing around the fresh meat." The snide look on Aaron's face as he gets ready for the confrontation he's about to start says it all.
What a prick.
As much as I would like nothing more than to wipe the smug look off his face, Pogue's jaw is starting to twitch and I know I only have a second to act before he pounces.
Quickly placing my tray on the buffet counter, I step in front of Pogue. Slowly sliding my hands up his abs and around his shoulders, just like when we were in my dorm, I pull him towards me. Now with Pogue's full attention, I get on my tippy toes and lightly graze my lips against his, "Come on baby. You're right. This trash isn't worth my time. Let's go to our table, I'm starving." Pulling him into a quick deep kiss to insinuate another hunger, I feel Pogue finally start to unwind. As we break away, I hold his gaze for a second before reaching back to grab my tray. As I'm about to walk forward, Pogue takes my tray and wraps his other arm around my waist.
"Later, Aaron." Throwing the comment over his shoulder, Pogue leads me to the where I last saw Sarah sitting.
This is was not the plan.
