by Nikki Wild
“English, hmm?” Doctor Pritchard observed keenly. He adjusted his glasses against his nose and peered towards me. “What part of England are you from?”
I was surprised by his sudden interest.
“Uh, South London.”
“I see,” he murmured. “Interesting. I spent a decade teaching in London. Awful food, too much drinking, but it was, overall, a pleasant experience.” He turned to Clara, who seemed amused by this assessment. “Is it true that you joined in the last twenty-four hours?”
“This morning, actually,” she answered.
“Better last minute than a week late,” he nodded with a tentative smile. “What’s your name? You won’t be on my attendance sheet unless I pencil you in.”
“Clara Campbell,” she answered.
I smiled privately. Alliterative. I like it. Also, not a far cry from ‘Clara Carlyle’…
With a brief moment of horror, I banished the thought away. There was no reason to have thoughts even remotely like that… until I realized that, if our parents married, that could possibly wind up becoming her name, anyway…
Once he made the corrections, Doctor Pritchard continued the roll call, leaving me plenty pleased with my thoughts. Well, maybe he’ll be a little easier on me with the grade.
The rest of the class wound up fairly straightforward. This professor didn’t employ casual starter days – we were already reviewing material and assigned homework at the end of the session.
It was hard to stay committed to paying attention to him with Clara right there. I felt myself enamored by the way she focused on the material, biting her bottom lip when she was heavily concentrating or perplexed.
She was so effortlessly beautiful.
That’s when I knew I had to take things seriously with her… that I had to try. I could have just written her off, but honestly? All that destiny stuff I had told her?
I believed it.
It was weird to me that I’d seen so much of her in such a short period of time. We were definitely supposed to be paying attention to each other, and the more that I did so, and the longer that I watched her out of the corner of my eye, the more I felt a little something tug inside me for her.
It was small and easily overlooked, but from that small flicker in my heart, I could build the foundation of something much bigger.
I knew my soul could burn for her if I let it.
That’s why, when class was over, I followed her outside and redirected her towards the nearby overhang. It was a covered seating area; other students mostly filled the available tables, so I leaned against a pillar instead.
“Yeah? What did you want?” She asked impatiently. I could see that she was slightly on edge, nervously looking around and absent-mindedly sliding her hair behind her ear… something that only encouraged me further.
“You and I need to talk,” I told her.
“I, uh, we don’t need to talk.”
“We definitely do,” I smiled softly.
“No.” She was trying to put her foot down here, but her hesitance gave her away. Sure, she knew what I was going to say… but she wanted me to say it.
“I’m just going to go out and say it,” I sighed, choosing my words very carefully. “Clara, you’ve had my attention since the moment that we first met, and I want to see where that goes.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I’ll remind you that when we first met, you were publicly humiliating me in front of your Marine friends, and making horrible sexual passes at me.”
“So I came off the wrong way,” I shrugged. “I know that I fucked up. You were only going to be a harmless little bit of amusement, but then I ran into you immediately afterwards, and you seemed so…”
“So what?” She asked with feigned apathy, poorly disguising how she was clutching onto my every word.
“So… wildly attractive,” I conceded. “Seeing you there by yourself, outside of your banquet serving attire, as just a girl trying to buy a drink… it compounded inside me. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. I had to get to know you.”
Clara scoffed. “So, you see me in my street clothes, and suddenly everything changes? Real smooth, bucko.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I insisted. “Once we were alone and back in our elements, we clicked. Sure, you pushed me away a little, but I deserved that. And once we got to talking, I felt a spark grow.”
“A spark? You’re a real walking cliché, you know that?” She muttered, shaking her head. Her hair falling forward didn’t hide the smile that I saw developing across that beautiful little face of hers.
Testing the waters, I reached down and lifted her chin. Instead of flinching or recoiling, her eyes went wild with fear, gazing deeply into mine like a frightened animal… but Clara didn’t dare move away.
“I know you feel something between us,” I whispered, stroking her cheek with the backs of my knuckles. “I know it’s happening fast, and it doesn’t make sense to either of us… but I know you do, because I can feel it too.”
Clara sucked in a small gasp of air, clearly filled with conflict. “But it’s wrong,” she huskily replied. “And we only just met. We can’t. You know we can’t…”
“We can,” I pushed her, staring deep into her eyes with every ounce of conviction I had. I just have to break down this barrier between us. “We’re not related… our parents are only dating… time is on our side. I just don’t want to kill this thing we feel before it starts.”
Clara’s face was growing flush; her chest was visibly rising and falling with mounting intensity. “Maybe that’s for the best,” she tried to concede, although I could see her grasp slipping.
“I don’t think so,” I nudged caringly, “and I know you don’t really believe that, either.”
Her eyes slid open, half-rimmed by her heavy eyelids. When she spoke, her silky voice was like honey to my ears. “Then, what do you suggest?”
“You know what I suggest,” I replied calmly, tracing the shape of her cheek with my thumb. “We take the plunge. We see where this goes. If it doesn’t work, then it doesn’t work… but I can’t let it end without trying.”
When she nodded involuntarily, drawn into the rising sexual tension between us, I knew that I had my moment.
I pulled Clara Campbell close.
My hungry lips met hers.
And for that heated, magical moment, all was right with the world.
Chapter 6
Life grew far more complicated the second that Dalton kissed me. It was so hard to look back on that instant as a fleeting moment of weakness when it just felt so right.
While my senses heightened with pleasure, it was as if a garden of butterflies released into my stomach. I felt blood rush to my face while a tiny jolt of pleasure slipped down to my toes, filling my body with warmth.
Is this what a kiss is really supposed to feel like? I wondered to myself. This isn’t like any kiss I’ve ever had before, not even with my ex-boyfriend…
The Marine pulled back slightly, his warm lips still so achingly near. As his eyes briefly searched mine, I grasped onto his shoulders and pulled him back into another passionate kiss.
This feels good, I thought to myself. This feels appropriate… it feels right.
The voice of reason inside my head was struggling to be heard, shouting about impropriety, my parents, the age difference between us, anything at all that could dissuade me from continuing this. But that voice couldn’t be heard through the thick fog of pleasure that dulled my mind now, killing any interjecting thoughts.
All that mattered was the taste of him.
But we both had follow-up classes, so Dalton and I separated with a smile and headed towards our prospective directions. All the while I walked that way, I had a beaming smile on my face.
I didn’t understand it, but I didn’t think that I really needed to. It wasn’t exactly quantifiable. The feeling was something mysterious to me, a sensation that kissing him, and being near him, brought me a happiness I hadn’t
experienced in a long time… maybe never.
Natalie is going to want to hear all about this.
After Psychology 1001, I was scheduled Math 1001, Sociology 1028, Physical Science 1001, a late lunch period, and Mathematics 1001. It was a pretty rough workload, but luckily none of the succeeding professors assigned any homework or expected us to have our textbooks already.
Unfortunately, Dalton wasn’t in any of my other classes, although that might have been too much of a distraction for me.
This could have easily been a more stressful day. Everywhere I turned, I could see fledgling Freshmen stopping upperclassmen and asking for directions, looking like lost little lambs. Most of them didn’t really know where anything was, and I stopped and helped a few when time permitted.
Luckily, I’d come prepared.
One of my last days of high school was a meet-and-greet day with the university, where I’d been introduced to my advisor, chose my classes early, and got to know the general layout of the campus. Although the classes hadn’t been specifically assigned rooms at the time, I knew the halls now, and I easily navigated around and found everything I needed.
When I finished up my last class, I checked my text messages. It was only when I noticed one from Dalton that I remembered again that we had each other’s numbers.
> Hey, just wrapped up. Are you done yet?
It was marked an hour ago, so I knew now that he left earlier than I did.
> Just getting out my last class now. Did you schedule a lunch break, or do you have five back-to-back classes?
I started walking towards the car, eager to get home and make some headway into my first batch of psychology homework... luckily, it involved online reading, and not the actual textbook. As I was twisting the key into the door lock, his response came through:
> Nah, I’m rocking five classes. Don’t really need the lunch break. Would rather save that hour for later.
Well, that was one way to do it, although I didn’t think I had the mental stamina to punish myself with five straight blocks of classes like that.
Forty minutes later, I was letting myself into Natalie’s apartment. She wasn’t in, so I dropped my bookbag off at the foot of my bed and made myself a sandwich to eat for a quick snack.
While I turned on the television and watched some mindless program, it was hard for me to keep my mind off of Dalton.
He’d come out of literally nowhere, and getting into anything with him came with strings… strings that involved our parents. It wasn’t precisely ideal.
But, even though I’d been horrified to see him at our little family luncheon… honestly, it was only because I already sorta liked the guy. More than I was willing to admit to myself.
Sure, he’d pissed me off at the banquet.
Yet, even when he was pushing my buttons, the antagonization had pleased me in small ways. That was still fresh on my mind when I saw him at the bar, and although I wasn’t open to his company at first… he’d endeared himself somehow.
Truth of it was, I wanted to see where this could go, just like he did. As for the details, well… maybe those could sort themselves out. After all, it’s not unheard of for people to break up, even at our parents’ age.
With that understanding in place, he and I began to see each other. It certainly gave me something to look forward to every morning, as no matter how exhausted or disinterested I might be in my earliest class… I would always see Dalton there, brightening up my day.
I occupied myself with homework at night, evening shifts with the banquet staff, and hanging out with Natalie when she was available. Although she wasn’t in school and didn’t really need a job, she was pretty preoccupied socializing with friends, making connections, and currying further favor with her parents.
Honestly, I preferred the life that I had over the one she led. While she had her simpleton boyfriend (although he apparently came with quite the cock on him), she was bound by formality when she wasn’t home.
There was always someone important to her family to see, or another social event that demanded her attention and presence, or another crazy demand from her parents. They gave her this apartment and plenty of spending money, and Natalie had never worked a real day in her life, but she was definitely kept on a tight leash.
And she made sure to remind me sometimes.
“Whatcha doing, Claire-Bear?” Natalie asked one afternoon, dropping her keys off on the counter as she strolled in and spotted me at the dining room table.
“Buried under homework, unfortunately,” I mirthlessly explained as I sipped more coffee. “What about you?”
“Oh, another stupid little gala,” she muttered. “It’s like, come on, people. How many fucking galas do you folks need? I swear, they’re just goddamn bored. All the freaking time. They do this just to piss me off.”
“That’s right, Nat,” I smiled and shook my head. “They have little council meetings where they decide to spend vast sums of money and time in the exclusive pursuit of interfering with your life.”
Natalie shot me a dirty smirk. “It’s a conspiracy, I tell ya, a damned filthy conspiracy. They’re out to get me.”
“How do you think they dress when they’re plotting your imminent demise? Long, purple robes, like wicked monastery monks?”
“You’re right on the money,” Nat chuckled as she poured herself a glass of orange juice and leaned against the counter. “Probably a dozen of them around some ancient stone table, consulting a dark and mysterious prophecy. It probably rhymes. All the good prophecies rhyme.”
Before I could respond, the bathroom door popped open, and Dalton wandered over to take back his seat at the table.
“Hiya, Natalie,” he grinned chirpily.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite British bar dude,” she crossed her arms with a grin. “Goes without saying now, but welcome to mi casa.”
She flashed me a sarcastically aggravated look, and I returned it with a cheeky grin.
“Were you saying something about the rigors of the wealthy life?” He asked, taking his seat beside me and rubbing his palm across my upper back. “Must be exhausting.”
“Yeah, yeah. You might joke about it, but it comes with strings,” Natalie shrugged. “I have to jump through a lot of hoops to keep this gig going strong, and that means keeping up to date on the latest fashions, the latest beefs between my family and others, cordial appearances, galas… it can be exhausting.”
“Oh, no, I wasn’t being condescending,” Dalton looked serious for a moment. “There are, uh, rich people in the family. I heard a lot of stories about that kind of thing while I was growing up. I can only imagine how stressful that must be for you.”
I turned my head. “You’ve got wealthy relatives? And I’m just hearing about this now?”
“Yeah, well, they’re a little on the distant side,” Dalton laughed, but I noticed the edge to his voice. “I haven’t seen them in something like eight years, at least…”
“Weren’t you in the Marines?” Natalie tilted her head. “For, what was it, two terms? Then that would line up pretty well… I mean, hell, you can say you haven’t seen anyone in something like eight years…”
“Yeah, well, they were never really a big part of my life,” Dalton responded with measurably less warmth than usual. “I don’t particularly care to dwell on them all that much.”
I wanted to push him a little more on the topic, but he was clearly trying to deflect it, and I didn’t want to corner him while we had company.
Natalie caught my eye. With the kind of understanding that only close, old friends have, she switched gears and laughed off the tone.
“Well, I know what that’s like. I have relatives like that too. I’d rather break a heel than deal with them, any night, so you’ve definitely got my sympathies there, Dalton.”
She stepped away from the counter and reached for her keys. “Anyway, I’m afraid I can’t stay long, I’m supposed to be meeting that dull boyfriend of mine for dinne
r or something. If I leave now, I might be able to squeeze in a little shopping first…”
Dalton looked visibly relieved that the topic had shifted away, and I rose up to give her a quick hug. “Say hi to Jared for me,” I told her.
“Like I’m reminding him that other girls are out there in the world, are you insane? Can you fathom the leash I have to keep this boy on?” She chuckled on her way out the door.
We resumed the homework, but I couldn’t keep my mind off of the previous topic. It was clear that he was uneasy about it, but what was more telling was that he was clearly hiding some of the details.
There was something he wasn’t telling me.
We made it through the rest of the hour before I finally couldn’t take it anymore. He apparently sensed this coming, because he was growing more and more agitated.
“I’ve gotta ask,” I started to say. “You have–”
“Don’t.”
I tried to look him in the eyes. To my surprise, there wasn’t any warmth there. He was staring quietly at me, his gaze just slightly not meeting mine.
“Dalton, my best friend is rich. You don’t have to worry about money becoming this big deal for me, or anything like that. I just want to know.”
He sighed heavily. “It’s not the right time.”
“It’s not the right time,” I echoed with disappointment. “That’s kind of a big deal for me, though. You can’t just sit on that.”
Dalton laughed. “I knew I shouldn’t have opened my mouth. The second I started talking about that, I knew it was a mistake.”
“Look, if you don’t want to talk about it, then that’s fine,” I hesitantly told him. “But… I don’t like the thought of you hiding things from me, okay? If there’s something big there, I just want you to feel like you can talk to me about it.”
“Okay,” Dalton muttered. “But not now.”
“Not now,” I repeated again, nodding. I regretted bringing the topic up again, and I knew that I couldn’t let him leave with that thought weighing heavily on his mind.
“Listen… we’re about done here, right? With the homework?” I indicated our textbooks, and waited for him to nod. “Why don’t we just curl up on the couch and watch some television for a little bit?”
