TWO

  I ran through the hallway, hotfooted, a groan escaping my lips. "Can't believe I'm gonna be late." 

  "Whoa! Take it easy." A calm voice came halting me as I quickly turned around, my eyes meeting with his.

  Such charming gray eyes, I thought, blinking simultaneously.

  He gave a welcoming smile, as my heart skipped a bit. "I'm Philip." He said to me.

  I gulped, wanting to say something, but no words came out.

  "Uh..."

  "Oh, sorry. I...I'm Tricia," I stammered.

  "What a lovely name you got, Trish."

  "Oh, thank you." I blushed, forgetting all about class.

  "My pleasure. Come along, now. Class' this way." He gestured, as I followed.

  Walking side by side with him made me nervous and I couldn't fathom out why. Maybe he's not human. Or maybe....Just maybe he's -

  "We're here!" He announced, a smirk dancing across his perfectly, curved shaped lips. "Welcome to LSAT hall. Come on in."

 The two of us walked right in, taking our seats at the middle row, neither of us uttering a word, as a white bearded man walked in.

  "That's Professor Wane," The gray eyes lad whispered to me.

  Feeling the warmth of his breath on my left ear, and hearing the softness in his voice made me wish he wouldn't stop.

  "He'll be taking us English Language, since Professor Shane isn't back yet." He added, much audible this time.

  "Oh." I said.

 I went about wondering how this one guy could make me act really nice - Nicer than ever before.

  We sat in silence, eyes focused on the screen, except for the fact my mind remained unrest, with the frequent glances I kept throwing at my new friend. He seemed to notice, as our eyes met, and a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

  My eyes glistened, and I felt a bit shy, thinking of the next move to take. "So...where are you from?" I asked, drawing invisible circles on my jean.

  "Britten hills," He smiled. "Ever been there?"

  "Nah." I gave a less sounding laugh.

  He paused for a moment, his lips slanted at an angle. "You don't say."

 ...Great! I'm sure he thinks I'm Psyche...

  "Well, care to tell me yours?"

"Oh yeah. I come from Henson."

  "Henson, huh?"

  "Mm-hmm. Been there?"

  "Been there?! Girl, are you kidding me?" He laughed, his words, half a question. "I spent half my childhood there." He added.

"No way!" I exclaimed lowly.

  "I know right? You know my mum and dad used to go to this rich resort..."

  "Gravantees?" I cut in, and his eyes stood wide open.

 "Yes! That's it!"  

"Small world." I said ecstatically.

  The smile he wore slowly disappeared. "What's wrong?"

  "N..."

  "All right, guys. Let's call it a day." Professor's Wane's voice echoed in the hall.

  Wait. That's it? I questioned myself as I watched students exit the class.

  "Be right back." Philip said to me as he hurried off in the opposite direction.

  A red-hair black girl, dressed in a mini skirt and a matching slender top gestured to him, and I felt an ounce of jealousy gather up inside of me. 

  "Oh," A soft moan escaped my lips and I instantly buried my head in my palms.

  "Hey there," Came a soft tap on my shoulder. "Welcome aboard." She said, coming in front of me. "I see Duchy's showing around already. The name's Chels. Chelsea Valentine." The brown hair girl said to me.

 She had a black leather jacket atop a stylish pink gown that partly covered her smooth, slender legs.

  "Mm? You mean....?"

  "Philip-" She smirked. "Saw you two come in." 

 ...Great! Maybe she's girlfriend number two...

  "That's Daphne, though. Daphne Martinez." The brown hair girl continued.

  "Daphne?"

  "Mmm-hmm. I caught you staring at them." She giggled, moistening her lips.

  "Heh. I certainly wasn't staring." I shrugged, my conscience pricking me.

  "Oh, I won't tell." She winked. "Phil's a great guy. We both attended the same high school."

  Well, that explains a lot, I thought.

  I faked a smile, getting up. "Well, Chels. It's being nice talking to you."

  "Whew! I'm back. I'm sorry I took so long, Trish." Philip broke in. "Oh, hey, C. You doing well?"

  "You know it!" Chelsea laughed as I averted my eyes swiftly. 

  "So Trish, you ready to go?" Philip's question came.

  "Yes," I replied laconically.

  "Goody. You coming, Chels?"

  "Ergh, I still got some things to do." She smiled, throwing a quick look at me and back at Phil. Guess, I'll see you two later." She said to us, as we bid her goodbye.

  The gray eyes lad and I walked side by side, under the warm airy breeze, the sun lighting our path as we walked on the less busy road, lined up with flowers and coconut trees, which made it such an amazing sight to behold. We chatted, and then I remembered we haven't really talked about the one thing I was wanting him to hear him say.

  "So Phil, what happened back there in class?"

  Did I just call him that?

  "Sorry?" He stopped, confused. "Oh, you mean with the girl I was talking with?"

  "No."

  "Oh, you mean before we got interrupted."

  I affirmed. "That one."

  "Well, it's just family related. Nothing much." He laughed, as we began walking again.

  "Hmm-"

  "Yeah. I got none. It's just me and my gran." His shocking response came, and my legs stood stiffly.

  "T-they're dead?" I swallowed hard. "Oh, gosh. I'm so sorry."

  "Oh, it's fine. I think this is where we part ways, Trish."

  "Part ways?" I asked, a bit surprised.

  "Ha! Not that kind."

  Thank goodness, I exclaimed. "I'll see you soon, Philip...."

"Mac-Kenny. But call me, Phil.".

"Oh, wow. Mine's Parker."

  "It's such a pleasure meeting you, Tricia Parker. Hope to see you again."

  I smiled. "Sure hope so, too."

   I watched as he slowly disappeared, and was about taking the next turn when a hand came on my bum, startling me. 

  "Oh my goodness!" I uttered aloud.

  "Missed me?"

  "Ohh!" I yelled as the mystery guy came in front of me, and with a naughty expression written on his face, cupped my cheeks. "Oh, how I've missed you." He grinned, nibbling sweetly on my lower lip.

  I made to resist, but my feelings betrayed me at the sudden capture of the erotic feeling that was starting to gather up inside of me.

  I let out a soft moan, my body melting totally in his arms. "Ahh, James...."

  "That's right, baby." He smirked, moving his hands down my back onto my enlarge butt cheeks as he gripped it in a way my kitty-cat made a spurting sound.

  "J-James, you know we can't do this here."I purred, vibrating from his touch.

  "Oh, please! No one really cares about us doing this here. You have no idea how much I've missed you." He grinned between kisses.

  "I know baby, but-" I made to pull away, but he pulled me back, my bosom grazing his broad chest, which I could see clearly. 

  He went further into brushing my hair aside as he made to nibble on my earlobe. 

  "Oh, that t-tickles." I laughed, feeling the wetness in between my legs.

  "Oh, I know, baby. You're gonna come see me tomorrow, right?"

  I looked up at him, giving a slight chuckle, my arms still wrapped up around him. "I'll be right where you need me, baby."