Always waiting

-Jenny- There were two things in life that gave me the creeps and made me feel like I was going to die. One of them involved my waking up in the middle of the night to find a ghost that had its face thrust against mine. The ghost's face was translucent. Even if it's highly unlikely to take place, the thought of it is absolutely terrifying. The second thing that happened was that I walked into a packed classroom at an inappropriate time. I truly detested running behind schedule. It used to drive me crazy when people would turn around and stare at me whenever I walked into a classroom even a minute after the lesson had begun. Because of this, I had spent the weekend using Google Maps to meticulously plot the distance between my apartment in University Heights and the parking lot that was reserved just for commuter students. In addition to that, I made sure that Google wasn't giving me false information by driving there twice on Sunday. To be more precise, one and a half miles. In the car, it will be five minutes. I even got up fifteen minutes earlier than normal so that I could go to my nine-ten lesson ten minutes before it started. What I did not anticipate was the traffic jam that stretched for a mile and a half at the stop sign, because Heaven forbid there should be an actual light in the ancient town, or the fact that there was not a single parking spot available anywhere on Campus. I was forced to park at the railway station that is near to the Campus, causing me to waste valuable time by searching for coins to feed the meter. "Even if you are determined to move halfway across the nation, at least give yourself the option of living in one of the dorms. There are dormitories on the premises, aren't there?" I was out of breath and out of my mind from sprinting up the steepest and most inconvenient slope in the history of the world when I stopped in front of the Robert Byrd Science Building. My mother's voice floated across my thoughts. I knew that at some point, my parents would unexpectedly show up, and that when they did, they would start judging and talking, and I didn't want to subject an innocent bystander to that. Therefore, I didn't choose to stay in a dorm. I'd rather punt-kick myself in the face than subject an innocent bystander to that. Instead, I cashed in some of my hard-earned blood money and put it toward the rent on a two-bedroom apartment close to Campus. That was something that both Mr. and Mrs. Pinkman detested. And that had brought a tremendous smile to my face. But now I was kind of regretting my little act of defiance, because as I hurried out of the muggy heat of a late August morning and into the air-conditioned brick building, it was already eleven minutes past nine, and my astronomy class was on the second floor. In other words, I was going to be late. And why, in the name of everything that is holy, did I pick astronomy? Perhaps it was the thought of having to sit through yet another biology lecture that made me want to throw up. Yep. That completed the exercise. I was in such a hurry that I ran up the broad staircase, slammed through the double doors, and immediately ran into a brick wall. As I fell backward, my arms flailed around erratically like a deranged crossing guard. My over-packed messenger bag slid, dragging me to one side. As I teetered precariously, my auburn hair rushed forward and covered my face, creating a veil that made it difficult to see anything. Oh my goodness, the bottom was about to fall out. It was impossible to put a halt to it. My mind kept replaying images of people's necks being broken. This was going to be a terrible experience. Something powerful and solid wrapped itself around my waist, putting an end to my free fall. My purse fell to the ground, and the expensive books and pencils inside spilled out all over the gleaming surface. My pens! My lovely pens ended up rolling all over the place. After a split second, I found myself crammed up against the wall. The wall had a peculiarly warm temperature. The wall laughed with amusement. "Whoa," a deep voice said. "Honey, how are you feeling?" The wall was in no way representative of a wall. It was a male person. My heart had stopped beating, and for a terrifying split second, pressure had been pressing down on my chest. I was unable to move or think during that time. I had to go back in time by five years. Stuck. Not able to move at all. As the prickling sensation crept up the back of my neck, I felt my lungs forcefully expelling air in a rush. Every muscle in the body contracted. "Hey," the speaker's voice became huskier and concerned sounding. "Are you okay?" I coerced myself to inhale deeply and focus on my breathing for a moment. I was unable to hold my breath. Air in. Clear the air. I had been repeating this procedure over and over again for a period of five years. I was much past the age of fourteen. I was nowhere to be found. I was here, roughly in the middle of the country. My chin was pushed up by two fingers that were pressed firmly against it. Eyes the color of a shockingly dark blue ocean that were locked on mine and were framed by thick, black lashes. It was a blue that was so vivid and electric, and it made such a striking contrast against the pupils' dark color, that I questioned whether or not they were real. After that, it dawned on me. I was being held by a gentleman. I had never been held by a guy before. I didn't count that one time since that time didn't count for s**t, and I was squeezed against him with my chest against his while he was pressing his thigh against mine. Like we were dancing. As I breathed in the faint odor of cologne, my senses became overloaded. Wow. It had a pleasant and costly odor, just like his... Suddenly, a familiar and comforting feeling of rage swept through me, driving away the earlier feelings of anxiety and perplexity. I fiercely clung to it, and in doing so, I discovered my voice. "Let. Go. Of. Me." Blue eyes made an instantaneous move to drop his arm. I was unprepared for the rapid loss of support, and as a result, I leaned to the side before catching myself just in time to avoid falling over my luggage. I brushed the thick strands of hair out of my face and finally got a good glimpse at Blue eyes, all the while gasping for air as if I had just completed a mile-long run. Blue Eyes, you were such a sweet baby Jesus... He was stunning in every aspect, which is why women were drawn to him despite their better judgment. He towered over me by at least one and a half heads, had big shoulders, but his waist was narrower than the rest of his body. A body that is similar to that of a swimmer. His eyebrows and hair were the same color, so they seemed like they matched. His hair was black and wavy. The package that was designed to make women drool was finished off with full cheekbones and lips that could be described as broad and expressive. And holy moley, look at those eyes; they're the color of sapphire! Who would have guessed that a place with the name Shepherdstown would be sheltering someone with this appearance?