Chapter 10
Dear God, I was lying on the grass one day smoking and I thought I was alone and then I heard a voice saying; "What are you doing there, Terrence Grandchester!". It was the reverend mother caught me smoking on school properties!! I was going to have to argue with her again! I turned around fast and what I saw wasn't the reverend mother, but Candy!!! I was surprised to see it was her, she imitated the reverend mother perfectly. She was a prankster too! I was glad to see her. She had her hands on her hips with a frown on her face. She was beautiful when she's angry, she was beautiful when she's laughing… but I think I already told you that…but I can't help myself. I told her I thought she was really the reverend mother for a second and I offered her a puff of my cigarette. She said she already told me not to pollute the air her tree breathe and called me an ill bred; while saying that she took my cigarette and threw it on the ground and stepped on it. I looked at her stunned. She took the liberty to throw my cigarette on the floor and I let her… She was getting very comfortable with me, she cared about me enough to worry about my health. That thought made me happy. Then she took something out of her pocket and gave it to me, saying it was a present. She gave me a present! I never felt so happy in my life. But of course, I had to be myself and I asked her what it was, she said it was her harmonica her favourite instrument. So I said I understood that it was a way for her to taste my lips. She was outraged for a second and I told her I was kidding. She calmed down and said she never knew what to expect with me. I started playing the harmonica and she sat by my side listening to me. That was a very nice moment. I was so happy. She gave me a present and we didn't argue, we had a normal conversation and it felt good. This girl was the one for me. The bell rang; she stood up saying she had to go to class and told me "see you later", and ran back to school. I looked at her leave and I thought she was just so daring! Ripping the cigarette from my hand, giving me her harmonica in replacement. I should play the harmonica, the harmonica that touched her lips… that crack I made earlier, I was the one who wanted to know the taste of her lips, since she wasn't going to use it again by giving it to me… I can be a fool sometimes! That girl is driving me nuts, I'm starting to think nonsense… Dear God, I was bored one evening and I jumped the wall and I went downtown in a bar to drink. I got drunk… I know it's bad to drink, but it helps me forget and numb the pain inside me. The ironic thing it's that the hang over the next day is a killer… why do I like to make myself suffer like that? When I was drunk I was outside walking it was like some thugs saw me when I was inside that I was a rich preppy boy and since they saw I was drunk, they thought they could jump me and take my money… The only thing they didn't count on was that I was going to resist them, I wasn't going to let them take my money. So I wad fighting them, trying to stop them from taking my money. One of the thugs stabbed me with a knife on my left leg. The pain was so strong it made me fall, I thought I was going to faint when one of the guy wanted to jump me again, to take advantage of my sudden weakness. When a man came, out of the blue and fought them of with me. He was my guardian angel! Because, you know what would've happened if he hadn't come, they would've stabbed me some more and killed me so I wouldn't identify them if the police got involved. The man was tall with long blond hair and with sun glasses, in the middle of the night…! Maybe he could still feel the sun… Ok, that was mean. He just saved my life and I'm thinking about why was he wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night. He took me back to college and he jumped the wall with me and helped get into my dorm, by the window. I walked to my room despite the pain in my leg hurting me with every single step I took. I finally entered my bedroom and I fell on the floor, when I heard a voice… asking who was there. I couldn't believe my ears, it was her voice! What the hell (sorry) was she doing in my room? I looked she goy out of her bed, put on a room and ran to me. "Terry" she said, hearing her voice while I was in such pain was like they put a soothing balm on my wound. I realised I had the wrong room! The bed was on the wrong side! I was in the girls' dorm! Oh my God and I had to come into the room of the object of my affection! She has the same room number as me!!! I was happy, I was angry, because she saw me in the pitiful state, drunk, hurt… I cursed myself a thousand times. Why was I always showing my weaknesses to this girl? The first time we met I was crying and now, she sees me wasted? But she never talked about seeing cry, she doesn't want to hurt me, she's a very nice girl and that thought only makes me melt some more for her. I told her I mad a mistake, that they opened the wrong window for me. She turned on the light And saw that I was hurt and she asked me if I was drunk so I breathe in her face, she pushed me away upset. What on earth was I doing? I was drunk and hurt and I still felt the need to tease her. Then she went to get a small towel and clean my wounds. We were talking and I told her what happened. The way she was looking at me she must've been wondering why was I such a loser to go and get drunk in the middle of the night and then get attacked… She was bandaging my leg a little strongly and I told her to be gentle and she said if I like being the though guy and fight on the street I have to know how to suffer. I told her she taking her revenge on me, and I called her Miss Tarzan. She kindly told me that it was not Miss Tarzan but Miss Freckles, that I shouldn't forget about it, and she called me Mr. Grandchester. She was so sweet. But I had to ruin it by telling her she had a good memory but I should've called her "Little Pest". She was stunned and she blushed. You have no idea how beautiful she was. My pain was still there. I told her that I was going to rest for a while and then leave. She went to the bathroom and she came back wearing her red coat to tell me that she didn't have what I needed and she was going out for it? I told her it wasn't safe, that I was fine, I didn't need anything, but she wouldn't listen. She put some pillows under me and covered me with a blanket. I called out her name in pain, and she told me to wait for and not move, that she would be right back. She jumped through her balcony and left. I dozed off for a while and when I woke up , she wasn't there. I felt a little better, so I stood up to see if I could walk and I realised what a good job she did on the bandage on my leg. She was a good nurse. But I couldn't wait for her, she might get in trouble, so I jumped the balcony and went back to my room despite the pain. When I got there, I just fell on the bed with my clothes on, I didn't have the strength to take them off.