Lost & Found

Waking up

I was like starstrucked. I couldn't move and couldn't concentrate. It was him... my mate.

"It can't be your mate! I can feel he's my mate! What the f*ck?!"

Dalia was angry, repeating the same thing and I just didn't understand it. How could this be possible? Moon goddess couldn't make such a mistake.

Mate was standing on the other side of dance floor. Clearly he felt something too. He was trying to find me. Or her? I wasn't completely sober and I just didn't know what to do. Should we go and talk to him? What if he would like her? What if I'm the mistake. Dalia was gorgeous, strong and impulsive. No one could stand in her way. And I loved her too much to do that anyway.

"We should leave right now. Before he see us. I don't want to hurt you, Ali. Come on."

I wanted to say no...but couldn't. Dalia took my hand and drove me away. Speeding through the woods.

"Stop, we have to go back. We are lost."

"Shut up! I know where we are. We need to go away. That's just not place for us."

"I have to stop you."

Dalia looked at me: "Too late, sis."

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Thankfully this time I woke up without screaming. I should probably warn Stella. But than I'll have to explain...

After this I couldn't close my eyes. I would see her again. Dalia.

I looked at my phone and it was almost 5AM. I quietly took mine and Stella's notes and walked out of the room. Stella told me that it's okay to sneak in kitchen if I want some midnight snack. Just stay away when there are chefs preparing breakfast, lunch or dinner.

Building was quiet, everyone was probably still sleeping. Everyone normal.

Kitchen was empty, I turned on one light above table and started with work. I needed to concentrate on something else.

I was working for almost hour when I smelled him. Woods and then something sweet and spicy. I couldn't really explain it. I needed to disappear. I quickly took my stuff and hid behind open doors.

I could hear not only his steps but also his breathe and he was sensing it too. But it was different. I remember that night in every detail. I felt him so intensely, now I couldn't be sure. But somehow I knew it was him anyway.

" Hello?" he said. He was standing so close. The only thing between us were these doors.

"Is there anyone?" he sounded depressed. As if he wasn't sure about his own sanity.

I could hear him step inside the room and saw him looking at table, where I was sitting just seconds before. I couldn't see his face, but I liked what I saw. He was quite tall, he had black hair and nice wide shoulders. I really wanted to reach out to him, my hand was trembling. But I knew I shouldn't do that. I took my chance and slowly slipped away from the room. And then run.

"Hey!" I could hear him at the end of corridor but thankfully I was too far and back in my room before he could see which doors are mine.

Even when I knew that, I had to stay and listen - eavesdropping the door.

"What are you doing?"

"OH MY GOD!" I almost had an heart attack.

"Sorry Stella"

"What time is it?" she mumbled still half-way sleeping.

"Too early. I'm sorry. I will be quiet now. I just couldn't sleep."

She mumbled something back, not that I could understand what it was. So I let her be and laid back to my bed. It was 6AM and I needed to found way how to hide from him. This was just too close.

I made my promise. I owned it to her. Not that I deserved to be happy anyway.

"Can you explain what were you doing this morning?" Stella asked as we walked in our first class. Math. At first period, that should be illegal.

I was waiting for this question since Stella woke up, but thankfully she was too busy with preparing her outfit and make-up. She was really pretty even without it. I couldn't understand why was she alone. I was thankful for that, I needed her. But still I didn't get it.

"Sorry, all of the changes... I just couldn't sleep so I was walking around. And I got lost. And I was really happy to run back to our room."

"I could see that." she smiled as we sat in the last row. And just like that, she let it be. How I liked her for that.

School started and thankfully non of the teachers wanted me to introduce myself in front of the class. They just gave me some assignments and let me be. Other kids were looking but non of them was interested enough to come and talk. And I preferred it that way. All of my imaginary scenarios stayed there - in my fantasy.

After math, english and history, there was time for lunch. I hoped that I would

convince Stella to eat outside, but my luck run out and it started raining.

My worries about meeting him again were unnecessary. I walked into the dining room and smelled no woods, no sweet or spicy combo. I had no idea where or who it was. But he wasn't here right now and that was important.

I could enjoy eating my lasagna and listening to Stella again. She was really happy to have someone to talk with and I was really happy that I didn't have to talk.

"You met all of the important ones already and you survived. I can tell that there will be no problems. You even met Vivienne and she didn't attack. That's pretty good."

Vivienne. Couldn't say that I liked her. She was walking around, acting like she owned this place. Boys were acting like her slaves. Girls were either hiding from her sight or jealousy trying to catch her attention and steal a little piece from her popularity. She reminded me of Dalia. She would take her down in seconds. With my help of course. That was supposed to be my life, I would be sitting next to Dalia, Vivienne would try to act friendly but we would knew it's pretended. I wouldn't even notice Stella in this corner eating alone. I didn't like that I knew that's how it would be.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing. Just that I'm curious about next class." I lied, she knew, but didn't say anything.

"We have different classes, but you don't need to worry. I have arts and you have P.T. and then we will switch. People in your group are okay. And Vivienne is in mine so that's also benefit of your group. And there are also few nice boys in your group..." she said, smiling.

"I'm not interested." I said and that look on Stella's face was priceless. Confusion.

"I didn't realize...I mean...it's okay with me..." she started spilling words so nervously.

And I laughed so hard. "Noooo! I didn't mean it like that. I like boys, I'm just not interested in any kind of a mess that comes with them."

She laughed too. And then she stopped and so did I. She was looking behind me. And even when I didn't know his name I knew it was him. Again.