The Other Girl

I hardly know what is what at the University, a bounced class was what I needed to clear my day. Decided to take a walk around to familiarize myself with my surroundings.

I took a connecting door from the auditorium hallway to the middle of the Administration Block

. Looked at the model of the administration block put on display on a large table. It captured all outside details, from the white smooth surfaces, the branched Auditorium, and the right wing which housed administrative offices...

I took the elevator on the side to the fourth floor then back down to the ground floor. Getting to know the Finance, Records, Register's office, and more.

Exiting the block through the back door and you'll look straight to the manmade lake surrounded by trees on one side and benches on the other.

I stood on the wooden bridge facing the lake, a nature lover. The bridge links the Science Complex to the rest of the campus. There are tall coconut trees, flowers, and beautiful pavement connecting the two sides of the university.

From there, I watched my peers living the classic college life. On the benches, I saw sweethearts kissing, flirts and shy ones throwing tiny stones in the little lake, friends walking together, and many smiley faces taking selfies.

My observation was interrupted when someone bumped into me deliberately. Three bigger dudes stood so close that I felt my body sweating. Bullies! What the f… "Oooh! Don't panic little fucker. Who do we have here, haha."

The taller one said, mockery on his face. His friends held devious smiles on their faces, forcing me to push my back against the rails.

"He's a rude guy"

Why's this happening to me? I thought bullies are on TV, are they still existing in the modern world? I thought about getting ready to bolt out of there. I'm way peaceful to engage.

"Yeah, aren't you going to greet us, pal?"

The leader, it seemed so, placed his huge palm on my left shoulder before squeezing my collarbone. His kind was enjoying the show while my patience was almost used up.

From the side of my eye, I saw a beautiful girl coming close to where I was being humiliated. I wasn't gonna let her see me like this… I must run!

Just when I was gaining momentum for my essential flight, I heard.

"Bless you, strong sirs"

The kind words shifted our attention. A glance at the angel disbursed the bullies as teargas canisters do to protesters.

I watched as she tiptoed in slow motion toward me with gratitude and an open heart. My once gloomy face was lit to acknowledge her knightly rescue. She made eye contact boasting sparkly hazel eyes.

My savior walked past me as I witnessed. My lips suddenly got too heavy to move as I watched her rock-silky long hair. I hardly saw her wholly.

I was frozen, took me almost forever to breathe. was in love with the divine being?

In love with her calm but threatening voice, the long angelic hair, the symmetrical face now stuck on my mind, her straight posture… my body was flying.

Reality hit me. She was out of reach, and out of there.

We know the truth, you don't have a chance with a magnificent being like her. You have never dreamt of a girl like her, have you? My mind stressed the obvious. I know… I know, I don't have a chance.

Everything in her screams out of reach. She must be a senior, very influential in and out of the campus. Who is she? I call her Angel.

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Amelia's pov

"... I have to go. Tell Dad I love him, right? Bye"

I'm depleted from family dramas. Are you satisfied? Are you having fun? Have fun!... Follow your brother's footsteps, darling. Who's the guy? Send us pictures. Put the books away. Don't be that rigid…yadda.

Alex knows how to steal my attention, what is he… bullying that kid?

"Bless you, strong sirs"

The poor kid is terrified. What's wrong with his face? Seriously? Is he happy right now? Hmh.

I have been rescuing kids like him since my first year. From my big brother, who is Alex's master.

Alex is the worst, he coerces the feeble, whereas my brother bullied the giants. He graduated from this same institute with a BA.

Alex and his goons terrorize the campus now, always begging for attention from whoever they feel threatened by.

From best freshman players, wealthy, smarter, top dressed, and whoever they have competition over girls with. This poor boy doesn't meet the criteria. He's just a normal kid, a dictionary definition of that.

He and his goons perform terribly in classes, the only thing keeping them here is their excellence in sports and the hand-outs their families donate to this particular university. My family is guilty as charged, all because of my brother.

I'm not taking a walk because it's what I do, not today. There is a conflict in my mind which is clogging my thinking, walking eases my anxiety.

I hardly have bad days.

Noah's pov

It's been a week since I was saved by that beautiful lady by the bridge.

Since then, I had been hanging around the bridge during my free time waiting for her to pass by. I want to thank her for what she did that day, now that I have known how to escape from the bullies.

Today seems like any other day, she isn't gonna show up. I'll come back tomorrow and the day after until I get to talk to her, my mother didn't raise me to be rude.

She had been on my mind since I saw her. How I wish that I could see her, the details of her in my mind are blurring by day.

Soon I'll only have a warm feeling of gratitude left in my heart.

I know my worth, I'm not worth half of her, so I don't spend my sleepless nights thinking about her. She rules my mind during the day.

Instead, I have got to focus my curious mind on the buggy girl from computer science class while hitting the gym to try being fit for that day when the pretty lady will not be around to save me. I do take some taekwondo lessons as well.

I'm trying.

We have attended four classes together. If by fate or not, we still end up sitting in the same spot we sat during our first class.

I do help my fate though, I make sure I'm at the venue ten minutes early. She comes in on time, but I make sure the seat next to me is empty.

We are friends, even though I don't know her name yet, and she isn't aware.

I have observed.

Her face is a mystery by itself; from large dark eyes, bushy darker eyebrows, long eyelashes, right proportioned nose, huge glasses, inexistent cheekbone, smooth skin, and unreadable expression.

She likes covering her thick straight hair. It's straight and always pulled up into a ponytail. She's a brunette.

She has perfect palms, adequately small with average fingers and white trimmed fingernails. Her delicate fingers hold that office pen so immaculately that I just wanna be it like she does it on purpose.

No muscle in her moves involuntarily, from her beautiful fingers to her cute nose, to her ears, to that detailed face. She's just a piece of art by herself.

I have been staring, she knows, which she doesn't care at all. Lately, to her notes rather than her face, I have been copying her notes.

This is the only class in which we don't have PDF notes, Mr Brown isn't that audible. We, at the back, rely on the templates displayed on the screen.

She lets me copy her notes and curiously studies her face for minutes during the class.

At times we lock eyes, I try reading her face to understand her but I fail terribly. She isn't cold, her expression is calm, as if meditating.

She looks ahead when it gets weird, which it hardly does.

That's how I know that her eyes are warm at times, as if holding in tears, reflecting the light coming through the window.

Her eyebrows are as intact as those seconds we gaze at each other.

I have seen her slender neck, never her collarbone.

From there down she's always into buggy outfits and sneakers.

Today it's Balenciaga, then Saint Laurent and Gucci the next day. I haven't seen her in one brand twice so far, brands I don't have a single shoe on my shoe rack, only some Nikes.

Although oversize, her clothes give out high-end vibes, and very much highlight her.

I think about many things looking at those baggy sweatpants and t-shirts.

I wonder what her collarbone looks like. How many pairs of shoes does she own, from which brands? Does she have a waist? Is it slim or thick?

I'm a perv, I can't watch ninety-seven percent of her body mulched without questioning what the reason behind it was.

Is she chubby and insecure about her body weight? I know she has breasts, what size?

She masks her curvature so well. I wonder about the dimensions of her curves because I can catch a glimpse of them when she's walking in and out after classes. As if that isn't enough, I have made it my business to figure out what she's thinking. What does she think of me, a pervert that I am or what?

What goes on behind those drowning eyes when they stare inside me? Does she think of anything, or is her mind hollow as a black hole?

It's true, she is the one occupying my bright nights and dark days. She is the bed I sleep in, the classes I attend, the food I eat, the clothes I wear, the water I shower with, and the distance I walk… she's always on my mind.

She's the life I'm living, a box I can't figure out how to open. I call her Rave.