Moderation Time

Day 1 - Part 3

The hours went on, and before I knew it was already dark.

It took a long time, but Matt talked to Josie and we had a nice chat.

Josie was a little goblin girl, cute but would be considered ugly if it weren't for her big eyes with her pig-like face, and small size. I mean she was tiny, pocket sized.

She was adorable. Even though she wasn't the prettiest but the smallest female here. But, I used to pat her head and Matt used to carry her over his shoulders.

However, they seem on good terms still only something was different for some reason.

Hey, I knew but didn't know what at this time.

Only I knew, it was different. As Matt didn't pick her up, Josie seemed happier at this moment.

I mean it had been a while, and Josie's jaw hit the floor when she saw me. Her big eyes looking up at me as she saw it was me.

I just found it adorable, and you could go "aww" or laugh.

It was nice to talk to her again, as it had been almost a month and we hadn't spoke after I was expelled until now.

I wanted to pick her up and hug her, but she would have wormed out of my grip.

She'd only let me do that if she is sad.

So, there I was. Talking to Matt and Josie, with me as usual being a burning blushing mess in front of Matt.

Josie has no idea why, unless she heard the rumors.

Stuttering when talking to Matt, catching up on what's been going on and hearing what had changed.

A lot had changed, and it feels so different. Yet, it feels the same. And, it feels great to be back but at the same time it feels like a big fat mess.

A big fat mess, it reminded me of song lyrics I began to hum.

My face turned hot when Matt heard it, because he was facing me when he did.

Josie liked it, and she still likes my power.

I mean, I am the only Dazzler.

Which means I can absorb and control sound waves and make lights from them. But, I won't be able to use lasers till later and I can also use sound to move things around.

I mean, I'm the loudest in the school thanks to this power if not the loudest than the best singer most likely.

Not that I intend any of this.

But, I just knew Matt was into music because of a walkman he had and I heard him singing before. Not to mention the patches on his jacket show this, but also show a characteristic with him.

I mean, I always liked his jacket. It suited him, and I liked the patches on it as it went well with his hat.

Before I knew it, there was less out here and it was darker.

Most were in their dorms, sleeping, and not out here in the open or in the courtyard.

Funny thing is, there was no plans for the reservoir either.

No party even.

This was odd, because these were normal here. But now, they were gone for now.

I didn't ask, but it felt weird since I just gotten back.

Last thing I knew that night was, as Matt went inside he told me to follow him.

Which confused me for a moment.

'Ummm, why?' I remembered asking him.

'Because, I don't trust you by yourself out here. Not to mention I can't leave you alone out here anyway.' He tells me, as it was his job to moderate me after all.

I just nodded without hesitation, walking up the stairs, cheeks burning like crazy, following him to the Prefects lounge.

The Prefects Lounge was still the same.

It was a big room, bigger than the dorms at least. Three windows that were huge, but not enough to touch the ceiling but were above my height. Curtains still remained on them giving it a nice feel to it.

It still had the couch, that single armchair I was in one my last visit here before the program. But there was another chair in here, that looked like a twin of the other armchair.

Having a coffee table in between the seating areas, in front of the TV which was on a small TV stand.

There was also a counter bar or breakfast bar, with barstools facing the kitchen. Cupboards above the counters attached to the walls next to the fridge covered in notes of all kinds, with the counters with a coffee maker, toaster, and a microwave.

With a stove in between the counter bar and the counters at the end of it touching the wall from the opposite side from where the fridge was.

Across the kitchen was a desk with a computer next to the window, which looked like a teacher's desk don't get me wrong.

As it looked very orderly. Something told me that wasn't Matt's workspace, because nothing was matching up to him there. Like he only used it at certain times.

I looked over at Matt.

Matt had sat down at the breakfast bar area, pulling his laptop out from his side bag. He was most likely doing work at this moment, since he was usually busy as a bee.

So, there I was. Alone in the prefect's lounge with my crush who is the prefect who expelled me.

Gosh, I wanted to look over his shoulder and hug him from behind. But, he'd most likely push me away out of discomfort.

I didn't care though, but I respected that.

From the moment I first saw him, I knew he was a serious guy who carried a lot on his shoulders.

Not much for me to do in the prefect's lounge, besides making myself some coffee or getting a drink, walking around, thinking, and a bit of cleaning. It was during my walking around the lounge I noticed the couch folds into a bed from looking at where it folds through the cushions.

I had no idea who slept in here on this day.

I looked at the time, as I was terrible at feeling how much time passed. Probably thanks to my anxiety or the fact I was on medical m*******a (well weed). Most likely both possibly.

I didn't know or forgot when my curfew should be.

Since, that would be the time I must be in my dorm for classes. I inhaled, watching Matt type on his laptop.

'Matt?' I asked, getting his attention as he had no headphones or earbuds of any kind in his ears.

He turned to face me in the chair or stool I should say.

I knew I got his attention, because not only did he respond but no matter how soft and deep his voice is.

I can still hear him.

'Hm?' He responded, with one hand on his laptop facing me while he was still seated.

'When should I be in my dorm or... curfew I should say?' I asked him, awkwardly as I was biting my lip.

'10 PM' He answers. 'You only have a few hours from now.' He tells me before doing more stuff on his laptop.

I looked at the time, as it was only 7 or 8 PM at this time. It meant in 2 to 3 hours, I'll be walked back to my dorm and have to stay there until called the next morning.

There wasn't too much for me to do. I didn't have a laptop, and all I had was an IPhone I had to beg her mom to get.

I also had my homework I could do, which I began to do some of what I would and remember. I could read, but there wasn't much to read in the Prefect's lounge.

There was a leaflet (stuff about the Prefects), a rule book for the Prefects (need permission to look at that), Magazines (No idea who reads these ones here), and a few school books of different kinds (Nothing caught my eye).

I also knew I could draw, write, and walk around.

Which, I do to prevent myself from shaking. Looking at Matt every now and then as he was typing, stretching, and only got up for a moment at certain times.

He was aware I look at him, but didn't protest against it right now. I mean he was angry about what I did to Pip when he expelled me. I managed to see the reasons on a piece of paper my mother had.

Attempted Murder, Contemplated Attempted Murder, Imprudence, and Stalking.

That was all I managed to remember, since they updated the system. But, the truth about that attempted murder was I did it in self-defense.

Pip kept brutalizing me and I've been sent to the Nurses Office three times in a day because of her. Nobody cared, and Matt wanted evidence back then because he didn't investigate.

I found out the hard way someone recorded the incident at The Pit. Even though Pip smashed my DS for me taking pictures of The Pit which I was coloring and drawing over.

People forget anyone can Photoshop.

It's amazing how this is all the case, right?

I mean before this I was in a hospital, as looks like someone found my note for a moment I could and should have died.

Matt had no idea of how much pain I was in.

Thoughts ran through my head with all this, with me laying on the couch. With Matt not even caring if I laid here, slept, took a nap, and all that.

Makes me wonder what would happen if he did investigate. I mean, what if he knew my story of when I was bullied before?

Because the only time he witnessed what I went through was on my expulsion day.

Honestly, I thought he was trying to protect me.

I then looked at the time, had an hour passed?

Why does time go so fast?

I sat up, looking at Matt as I was still on the couch.

His hat wasn't on, so I managed to see his black hair. Which looked a bit on the Rockabilly side.

I stood behind him, but not too close as he probably not be happy if I stood too close. He'd probably feel it now I think about it.

However, it was just enough to see what he was doing.

Was he taking notes? Studying? Homework?

He was busy as a bee, and I knew he'd be mad if I touched his laptop to see. I wanted to see though, only because I was just curious.

However, I can only see a glimpse of it.

Yep, he was on a doc of some sort.

But, I backed away because I couldn't have him think the wrong thing or get the wrong idea.

Although I wanted to know him, since he didn't really talk to me much unless I spoken to him.

Gosh, even now I feel so awkward. But, what I did know is he doesn't or rarely posts on i********:. He rarely talks in the chat that was made private and available by The Dean.

However, Pip did mention on there that she was told by Matt by text to stay away from him. But that was a long time ago.

I only know Pip was suspended after I was expelled and is considered a trouble maker. Which, she is.

I was thinking about all of this until I saw Matt stand up.

I looked at him, wondering why he was getting up this time. Facing me, looking at me before speaking.

'It's almost your curfew. I'll walk you back to your dorm.' He tells me, taking off his sunglasses for a moment. Rubbing his eyes as this told me how tired he was.

Which wasn't surprising, as he was usually busy and if not exhausted.

But, I agreed without hesitation. Hoping I wasn't a blushing mess in front of him.

I mean, he was tired and I even saw he had panda eyes underneath his dark green with bits of amber eyes.

He put on his hat after he turned off and closed his laptop. Putting it into his side bag.

Surprisingly, he didn't have to wait too long for me.

As I didn't bring too much with me at the time.

So, we walked to my dorm. It was dark outside, and the little sidewalks or "roads" here were lit with lights both garden lights and lights that looked almost like victorian streetlights.

Matt and I hadn't spoke a word as he walked me back.

We had no issues finding our way to it with the lights lighting the way.

Nobody was even outside... well, I couldn't see anybody at least.

Finally, we arrived at my dorm, and I told Matt goodnight and hoping he sleeps well that night. Doing it awkwardly and shyly, as I was trying to be kind seeing he had panda eyes.

He just nodded at me, and I think it was without a word but I do remember him stretching his arms up and rubbing his eyes.

Then I went into my dorm.

Not a hug or anything further that night.

I mean, it was the first day and I wouldn't expect Matt to hug me back. Most likely he'd feel uncomfortable.

So I changed into my pajamas. Then looked at a picture of Matt, since I knew he'd most likely encounter me everyday from that moment.

Not surprising really, because he works his butt off.

He was usually the prefect I saw the most if not Marcus.

Either way, I better go to sleep.

And, make sure I'm not high before bed.