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He nods and replies, “Sure.”
I stand up and push my chair in. “I’ll be right back,” I say to him as I walk toward the restroom sign.
I take my time to take care of business, then wash my hands and splash some cold water on my face to help wake myself up. It’s getting late now. I hadn’t planned on staying this long, but I didn’t want to be rude and tell him no.
I dab my face dry and head back to the table. As I make my way there, I suddenly get the same sensation I felt in class the other day. Goosebumps erupt over myarms, and I instinctively cross them to rub my hands over the bumps. I glance around quickly before sitting down.
I swear I can feel someone watching me. It’s such an eerie feeling.
“You okay?” Alex asks.
I nod and reply, “Yeah, I just got cold all of a sudden.” I grab my jacket from the back of my chair and put it on, zipping it up. “Are you ready to finish?”
He stretches his arms and leans back in his chair, “Yeah, go ahead.”
The second half of the stack takes a bit longer to get through. The questions are more difficult and lengthy. We probably should have shuffled these so that they were more evenly distributed. If I have to do this again, I’ll have to suggest it.
I hear a crash on the left side of the room and jump. I glance over and see a librarian rushing to scold someone in the corner. I can’t clearly make out who it is or what they look like, all I can see is a black leather jacket moving back and forth in the gap where a book used to be on the shelf.
A chill runs down my spine, and I immediately want to leave. I look back at Alex as I scramble to get my stuff together, “Hey, I’m sorry. Can we do this another time?”
His brows furrow in concern, “Uh, yeah. Is everything okay?”
I throw my backpack over my shoulder and adjustmy beanie. “Yeah, I just need to get some work done, and it’s getting late.”
“Okay, yeah. Just let me know next time you come here and I can meet you.”
I give him a polite smile, “That sounds good.”
As quickly as possible, I make my way out of the library. It’s pitch black outside, but luckily the school has light posts sprinkled throughout the campus.
Despite the lights, I still feel an uneasy feeling as I walk to my apartment, like this nagging, overwhelming anxiety that someone is following me. I’ve been afraid of the dark ever since I was little, especially after my older brother scared the ever loving hell out of me with aFreddy Kruegermask. He also used to tell me that theBoogey Manwas going to crawl out from under my bed and eat me.
Of course, as an adult, I understand that fictional characters aren’t real, but there are actual serial killers and murder’s out there. I sometimes torture myself by watching documentaries about them, even though I know I’m a big ole scaredy-cat. I realize that can happen at any time, so I try to be as careful as I can and I usually stay aware of my surroundings, unless I get sucked into what I’m doing.
Suddenly, I hear a cracking noise coming from across the street behind me and quickly turn my head in that direction.Nothing is there.
I hurry the rest of the way to my apartment, shut the door, and immediately lock all three locks once I’m inside.
My heart is still racing as I turn on the lights and set my things down.
Maybe I just need to eat something and go to sleep, but I can’t shake this overwhelming anxiousness that I’m feeling right now.
I open the drawer beside my bed and pull out my wooden box. I flip open the lid and take out a glass container that has a half-smoked joint inside. I haven’t done this in a while, I haven't really needed to. But tonight, I feel like this is the only way I’ll be able to calm down.
I crack open my bedroom window and lean out. I light the joint and take a strong pull. When I exhale, I start coughing really hard. This one hit is all it will take to knock me out. I quickly put it back in the glass container, closing the lid to extinguish the flame, and then place it back in the box.
The good feeling of Mary starts to set in. This is just what I needed.
CHAPTER 7
KALIX
“Fuuuuck”I groan as I palm my cock through my jeans. Mentally, I told myself that the wait would be worth it, but I can’t take the pressure building in my balls. Falling back onto my couch, I unbutton my pants and release a deep sigh as the relief from the pressure is immediate. I lift my hips enough to slip my ripped black skinny jeans and boxers off my hips, letting my dick spring free. Wasting no time, I grip the base and squeeze, relishing the shots of pleasure that course through me at the action. Letting go for just a moment, I spit into my hand and coat my shaft. “There we go, baby,” I say to myself.
I let my head fall back and I stroke myself from base to tip, keeping my movements slow as I replay every moment that led up to this moment. Those perfect fucking memories.
She looks perfect. Something that someone should be painting so I canhang it on my fucking wall. Something that no one but me should get the pleasure of admiring on a daily basis. Of course, a piece of shit like me doesn’t deserve her either, but that’s beside the point. I take what I want, and she’s it.
