Thirteenth of The Blue

III

THE HEART OF MARY University is one of the most competent schools in the Philippines. In this humble institution, Geiki takes his Bachelor of Arts in History, double majors in General and Ancient History.

A blue car dashed through the gates of the university. It parked in a slot at the front of Hackney Building, also called H Building, which houses the colleges of archeology and history. All eyes around were on this fabulous car. It was a McLaren MP4-12C or at least what it was, when it was purchased. Body customizations that included repaints and sculpting on the hood and roof made it not to look like the way it was. Vinyl and uncounted decals overcrowd almost every available surface, but made it more an eye-catcher. Mechanics had tweaked the engine and transmission, mixing up and converting known brands under the hood. Sum total, it is not a same model anymore, but a different racing beast that can go toe to toe against a Ferrari.

Riding off the vehicle, a perfect match of the car, is the owner himself, clad by fitting black toned Levi's jeans, an unprinted black shirt, and black rubber shoes. He looked like a vampire hero out of motion pictures. Brown eyes, and tiny crew cuts makes him gorgeous, appealing and mysterious all at the same time, a perfect campus heartthrob.

A glance at his wristwatch, and his eyes trained up the highest level of H Building. Fifth floor and the watch tells 8:25 AM. Geiki has the mood of getting a bath as quick as a duck during rush hours, but that skill is no help this day. Time is still time and it never ceases, always on a continuous course, and there is no way he can cheat it.

He is almost an hour late in a two-hour class, and he is standing here, so near yet still seems so far. It is a five story building on his very front, a modern one. It has two functioning elevators, which have been off limits to students nearly a month ago for a reason to encourage students to be punctual. The only way to the top is what seem to be unending stairways. To heaven it may be, for the stairs are equal to a precious attendance. Any quiz he may miss is being equalized by that only route. To get to the top is to be present, and it will be made possible by one of the elevators. And he had just decided to break the rules. It will not be first time though, he had broken many school rules, he is Geiki, it is his trademark. Not the typical brainy, a different one.

Never even bothering if the doors were locked, he made his way. "Now or never, for later will be too late," a female voice of a first year instructor boomed over his ears as if said just now. It always reminded him to exercise hustle and it did a lot in his life giving way to be a horned daredevil or an angelic savior.

The Hackney Building, a horseshoe shaped building has only one entrance and at the same time the exit. That is to pass between the two end of the structure itself, straight amid the heart of the edifice where you will find hallways that will either curve left or right. At the very end of the passages, an elevator and a stairway await.

Never bothering the right and left, out of mind, his feet chose the steps, passing by students in clusters and factions along the way. A lovely lady wearing a high black boots, black miniskirt, and a sexy blue blouse met him across the floor, the fantasy of the College of Archeology, Tanya.

"You're a hard man to hunt, Geiki." Tanya embracing three text books near her healthy breasts and eyed Geiki like a tiger ready to jump for a kill.

"Oh, you cut your hair," Geiki giving her a teasing but sweet smile. Last time he saw Tanya, he was with her the night of February 14 when the whole campus celebrated for the hearts' day. Her hair was still straight and long, passing way below her shoulders, then. It used to be pure jet black. Now, it was layered up to shoulder level with highlighted brown strands. Like Geiki, Tanya gazes through calm brown eyes fair to be said that may have belong to a goddess some time earlier, and could possibly command a whole army to wage war for her through it. Not only the eyes that were guarded by long and curly eyelashes that can attract a man, her glossy white skin tone, and her cute b****y red lips adds up to the score. And Geiki's eyes cannot be controlled as if it got a mind on its own creeping from her cheeks all the way pass the neck and down the chest, but he ceased it there. He looked at the concrete floor. But then again his vision crawled from the pavement to her feet embraced by the leather then up to knees so white they may never have knelt a single time, and up the long sexy legs half-exposed by the black pleated mini-skirt, at last on that blouse fitted in way it emphasized her round healthy breast. "You look..." Geiki shaking his head, "Wow, lovely!"

"Cut the flattery, Geiki. What's up between the two of us?"

"Us? Yes, of course, us. Well..." He was thinking of ways to dodge the query. "I am really late for my major class, babe," looking on his wrist for the watch that seem a cuff tightening each second. "Maybe I'll see you later?"

"11 o'clock, parking lot. I know it is your vacant." Of course she does, anybody can ask anything about him and expect a lightning bolt of answers including times they see him around out of his classes.

"Done!" Say yes now then think of dodging it again later, he thought and went on his way when Tanya gave way.

At the end of the hallway, there the elevators seem to wait for his arrival. He almost laugh on himself eyeing it, giving him a feeling that is somewhat equal to winning a lottery, when he heard two history instructors trailing his wake. They are so near he will surely get caught using the elevator. Oh no, he nearly cursed them, for now there is only a choice left, the stairs, and he will be in a sure trouble reaching his class.