Chronos Shift

The Nominations

    The sun danced in my petrified body, every muscle throbbing in delight from the events of last night. How intricate every movement, its effect to my body sending me in euphoric bliss. I traced my hand unto the chiseled body of my Adonis, feeling every inch of his hair as it pricked my fingertips. His warm body thawing the coldness of mine, a reminisce of the passion that was brought upon by him. I rested my hand on his well-defined pecs, making him jerk at my touch. He shifted his head to look in my direction and flashed a smile with his eyes half-closed. I stared at his greatness and as he parted the clouds of his sky blue eyes, a knotting feeling in my stomach arose turning my stiff legs into newly-cooked noodles.

    “How are you?”

    “I want more” My craving for him was insatiable and in reaction, he climbed on top of me once again, my wrists held down in the sheets, and his face an inch from mine. I felt his throbbing tip on my stomach and I blushed at the sensation. He leaned in and placed a tender kiss on my lips, marking me as his. I felt my length start to harden but I was met by a Mike standing up beside my bed, a massive bulge in his boxer briefs.

    “I still don’t get how you move around so fast.”

    A nervous laugh escaped his lips as he paced around the room to find the scattered clothes on the wooden floor. The sun danced on his tan skin from the window which glowed a daylight white. I sat up from the bed and wore the underwear at the foot of the bed. I stood up and immediately fell on my butt, my shaking legs not supporting the weight of my body. Mike raced to my side and helped me stood up.

    “I think I did a great job last night.” Both of us giggling, however, my legs still shaking. Mike grabbed all the clothes that were thrown across the room and threw them in the hamper inside my bathroom. He stared at the bathtub and looked at me.

    “Wanna shower together? We still have school today.” He suggested to me as he opened the faucet of the bathtub.

    "Sure." I walked beside him in the bathroom and both of us undressed. Mike already added something to the tub that made it bubble and have a frothy appearance.

    "After you."

    I dipped my toes in the warm water and sunk my whole body afterward. The warmth resembling the feeling I had with Mike, the comfort, the security. As I was comparing the water to Mike, he stepped in eventually and sat behind me. He rested his head unto mine as he motioned me to lie down on his chest. The bubbles made contact with my hands as I played around with it a little bit. I felt my head get pulled into his soft lips enamoring me in a deep trance.

    "I love you too."

    My face warmed mimicking the temperature of this water. He rubbed my back with the soap nearby and made gentle circular motions that made me moan in delight. It was like a massage that eased every pressure on my back, he proceeded to wash my legs, occasionally hitting my manhood that made me gasp.

    "My turn now." I made him turn away from me and I was hit by his defined back, lines that travel in every direction with occasional bumps that constitute his shoulder blades.

     I grabbed the soap and proceeded to perform circular motions on his back. Then on his legs, with the occasional teasing as a form of payback to him, that uttered a moan in every touch.

    We spent another five minutes on the bathtub, in comforting silence as he wrapped his arms around me.

    "Hey, we gotta go, we still have school today." He whispered in my ear.

    I sighed and he stood from the tub, removing the wrapped arms around me. He grabbed a towel and handed me one as well. 

    We went to the closet and grabbed a fresh set of clothes, then we went down to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. Just like before, a feast was awaiting us, only now my mom wasn't there. I grabbed the yellow sticky note that was fluttering in the morning breeze.

Don't forget to eat breakfast honey, love you! with hearts doodled beside the love you.

"Wonder what she's up to, she's been out for two days already," I muttered to myself as I crumpled the piece of paper and threw it into the nearby trash bin.

     Mike was horking down the food on his plate as he scrolled through his phone. I sat next to him and grab some breakfast onto my plate and started chewing slowly. I decided to grab my book and read where I last left off. A sudden metallic taste formed on my mouth as I chew my food.

    Wait, did I accidentally bite the insides of my mouth.

    I tried to locate the source of the bleed but to no avail. I shrug the feeling off and continued on with my book. As soon as I finished eating, Mike grabbed my bag and proceeded to the door of the house, and opened it for me. The small gesture always brought a smile to my face as I exited the house followed by a locking sound behind me. Mike grabbed me to face him and stooped down and planted a quick kiss on my lips.

    "Guess we're boyfriends now, right?"

    "Boyfriends...I like the sound of that."

    We held hands until we reached his grey sports car. He reached out his hand holding the car keys and the doors opened with a press of a button. My mouth agape as my eyes examined the car with awe. I didn't even felt the need to question the fact that the car keeps changing every day.

    As long I have a ride, I'm down for it

    It was a five-minute drive. Surprisingly, Mike didn't speed this time, I can still feel my stomach from my brain as I walked out of the car. 

    He grabbed my hands and held to it as we walked through the hallway. Various noises echoed in the hallway that filled our ears, the murmurs that buzzed across the locker area consisting of students asking if they have done the assigned schoolwork, pairs of students whispering to each other the latest gossip of the school jock and the cheerleader, and rubber shoe soles squeaking on the tiled floor that left a jaw-clenching reaction in me. 

    Mike and I held hands as we trudged to the busy hallway. I can see some flashing a wide smile as we walked the hallway. Suddenly, I felt someone aggressively tapping my shoulder. Both of us turned around to see Tara, her vibrant blonde hair briefly blinding us.

    "O-M-G! Are you like...together?" The excitement in her voice evident with a little squeal in the end. Mike and I looked at each other and chuckled, ending with a synchronized nod. Tara jumped in excitement that made the other students raise an eyebrow at her. To which, she retaliated with an eye roll that can slay a beast.

    Yeesh, remind me not to mess with her

    "Come on, let's go to the classroom together!" She locked her arm in mine, earning a surprised look from Mike who stared at her.

    As soon as we took a step, her mouth shot like a machine gun. Synchronized with her hand movements but she is great at telling a story. Her tone is friendly and upbeat, you could laugh with her even if you two aren't close friends.

    "So wait, so you're telling me since you were a child, you two have been together?" She looked at us as we took the stairs to the classroom, "it's like you were a match made in heaven!" She laughed to herself and a thought came inside my head.

    Did he like me all those years ago?

    We reached the classroom with a giggling Tara running to Hollie who is screaming with arms open for a hug. Excluding the two, the class went silent and looked at the two of us. Almost all of them stormed our way and had this concerned look on their face.

    "Hey! You two okay? I heard about what happened at the coffee shop in the news." Lucia said, her hair a metallic silver. 

    "Here are some notes about the orientation yesterday, thought you two might need it, we all gotta look out for each other if we're gonna be together for a year." Arronn smiled as he thrust a marble-covered notebook at us. 

    I mouthed a thank-you to him and he nodded then proceeded to go back to his seat. He wore those transparent glasses that complemented his dark brown eyes with his black hair.

    The others had a concerned expression in their faces, asking if we were okay. The crowd surrounding us dissipated and went back to their merry ways. Mike and I sat on our desks and he just rested his chin on his propped arm on the armrest of my chair.

    "What?" I looked at him with curiosity, trying to know why he's doing that.

    "Oh nothing, just admiring the love of my life." He had this sheepish smile plastered on his face. I punched him lightly in his other arm and he mouthed a sarcastic ouch and chuckled. I didn't know how this happened, one day I was unconscious in the restroom, then the next in a coffee shop, and now I have a boyfriend that's too die for.

    Speaking of being unconscious, I didn't really get any details in that

    "Hey"

    "Yeah?"

    "What exactly did happen to me, like in that restroom and the coffee shop,"  I exhaled a breath that I have been holding on to for no reason, "and I should be in shock from what happened at Starbucks but I just feel...meh". 

    What's wrong with me

    Mike pursed his lips and gulped. He turned away for a moment, avoiding my questioning eyes. As he stared back at me again, he lets out a big sigh.

    "Not...now," His eyes looked sad and didn't want to meet mine, it's like he's hesitating to tell me something. His voice trailed off and he planted a quick kiss on my lips, "I'll explain to you everything, just...not right now."

    I can't deny that made me feel hurt, like why can't he tell me. I shrugged the thought away since I don't want our first fight to be something petty as this. The clock above the blackboard was 7:00 AM, and Ms. Spatz entered the room that lulled the class into an echoing quiet state. Heads all turned to the teacher in front holding a silver remote with a gleaming red button that captured everyone's attention.

    "Okay class, I have something special cooked up for you this day, but, we must pick our class officers for the whole year."

    The class erupted in a cacophony of talking and chattering with their seatmates.

    "Now the positions will be President, Vice President, Secretary, Treasurer, and the Information Officer." Words flow from her hand to the chalkboard at every utterance of the word.

    "Now, I open the nominations for President be...open!"

    Immediately, an array of hands sprung to life that shifted Ms. Spatz's head to different directions, pointing her finger that moved like a gun finding its target. Then, bam!

    "Alex!"

    "I nominate C Collins for president." His bellowing voice sparked the class's roar.

    "I close the nomination!" Tara shouted. The class laughed, with the teacher letting out a small chuckle.

    "I second!" Blake exclaimed, standing up from his chair with his black shirt and grey sweatpants.

    "Seems like its a landslide win, C will now be your president, please write down the next nominees, C."

    I nodded and grabbed one of my notebooks and clicked my pen to life. I felt a set of eyes stare into my soul just right behind me. I turned to investigate and caught a glimpse of Alex smiling at me. To which I think Mike noticed from the scowl his face formed when I looked away. I laughed at the pissing contest this two have and listened attentively to the next nomination.

    "Okay now, the vice president."

    I raised my hands before anyone else and Ms. Spatz nodded at me.

    "I nominate Michael Jones." I looked beside me to a dumbfounded Mike with his mouth wide open in surprise. I giggled and list down his name in my notebook.

    "I nominate Adam," Charlotte announced, with a raise of her hand above her tightly-bunned violet hair.

    I turned my gaze at Alex that was looking straight into the blackboard, the muscles of his eyes itching to look at me. Ms. Spatz brought her glasses down and grinned sheepishly.

    "Will the two men just nominated stand up?"

    Towers appeared out of thin air, casting a shadow onto my small figure. Eyes glaring at each other, chests pumped out that outlined their defined pecs. The whole class looking behind us, some staring lasers unto the two mirrors that just melted their heart. Then, a different set of eyes threw daggers at me. Both towers gleamed in pride as the teacher initiated the voting.

    "Well then, who votes for Adam?"

    About 6 hands raised and if I remember it was Tara, Alex , Arron-smiling proudly, Hollie, Charlotte, and Demi-her eyes not leaving her book.

    Seems like I memorized their names by now, I'm such a great president

    "For Mike?"

    4 hands raised including mine and Mike, as well as Lucia, and Blake. Mike didn't believe it, he nudged me on my shoulder to check again but the tally didn't lie.

    We're only 10 in class? Jesus

    "That settles it, Adam will be your vice president."

    Adam then tapped me on my shoulder and flashed a wide smile.

    "Looking forward to being working with you." He offered his hand and I replied with a handshake. His grip was tight as he guided my hands up and down. I saw a shadow cast on our hands, Mike made an 'I'm watching you' motion with his hands that uttered a yelp from Adam, retracting his hands. I looked at Mike and shook my head while smiling.

    "You look cute when you're jealous."

    "Well, you ARE mine after all." Mike raised his voice and Adam stood there unresponsive but a gulp on his throat gave it away.

    "Next, Secretary." Ms. Spatz was now crossing her hands and was almost sitting at the edge of the table.

    "I nominate Demi Doherty!" Charlotte shouted, Demi tugged the Charlotte's shirt and her eyes widened.

    "Hey!" She whispered unto her but Charlotte didn't mind it.

    "Come on! You have great handwriting! It looks like a printer did it."

    "I nominate Arronn Abbott!" Alex grumbled. The class went quiet from the bass guitar-like voice and laughed afterward. The teacher chuckled a little and signaled me to write it down to which I replied with a nod. I looked over the two nominees, Demi was still wide-eyed in her round spectacles, and Arronn was...blushing?

    Wait...does he like Adam?

    I raised my eyebrows and a mischievous smile formed that extended to the ends of my cheeks as I wrote down their names.

    "Now, who votes for Demi?"

    Six hands were raised with an excited Charlotte that rallied her classmates to vote for her, Demi still looking scared and not raising her hand.

    "Now for Arronn?"

    The remaining hands were raised and Demi lost all color to her bright face.

    "Well then."

    I put a check on Demi's name and the teacher proceeded.

    "Now unto the Information Officer." Ms. Spatz sat down on the chair.

    "I nominate myself!" Tara stood up with hands on her hips and looking around the classroom blowing kisses.

    "I'd close the nomination myself, you've made a name of gossiper in the faculty." The teacher joked and the classroom erupted in joyous laughter. Tara smiled and flipped her long hair.

    "I close the nomination!" I shouted.

    "I second!" Mike joined me.

    "Then, it's decided, Collins, hand me the list later after I go out of this classroom," I replied with a nod.

    Ms. Spatz looked at her hourglass-shaped watch and checked the clock above her.

    "Seems like it's only 30 minutes before time. Just you know, talk with each other, spend it how you like," the classroom became the school hallway with mouths expelling gossip from the likes of Tara, some quiet with heads hung low as they let the pen speak for them, "But remember, normal classes start on Monday, different subject teachers will now be standing in front of you."

    Words of affirmation in chorus echoed in the classroom and went back to their daily talking. I saw Alex beside me standing up and sat at the vacant seat next to Arronn, to which Blake once seated as he went around the classroom trying food from those who are eating. Arronn looked up from what he was writing and got surprised at the sudden appearance of Alex who waved a hand at him. Arronn smiled which included his eyes, presenting a dimple on both of his cheeks. Alex's mouth went agape as he reached his hand and pinched his cheek. Arronn yelped and the two laughed.

    I looked around the classroom and felt a lighthearted feeling as everyone waved Hi and smiled as I glanced at them. They were all so friendly like I can just talk to them anytime. I looked beside me to a Mike with his hood hiding his face, I leaned closer to take a peek at his face and his eyes were closed, arms crossed and lightly snoring. I smiled and looked at the teacher who beckoned me. I grabbed the notebook in which the list of officers was written and walked towards her.

    "Walk with me, and look ahead."

    The tone of her voice was commanding, I shackled my head to the front and cuffed my hands into the pockets of my jeans, and trailed behind her as she walked out the door. We emerged into the quiet hallway, Ms. Spatz looking out in every direction.

    Is she okay?

    We hit a stop at a plain sky blue wall in between an array of white lockers. She walked to the locker with the number '203' written in a bold grey font that resembled the other lockers. Yet, when Ms. Spatz touched the combination lock, the font went in a wave motion, almost like a desert mirage, and a glimpse of the number '999' appeared into solid writing. She turned her head in both directions and moved her hands in such a way that after a second, the sound of cold wind like opening a freezer hit my face. The wall in between slid open and an obsidian black room emerged in the bright hallway.

    "Come." She gestured for me to come in and slowly she went inside, pressing a bright red button with a black eye sigil that sets itself from the room. 

    As the wall reappeared out of thin air, Ms. Spatz clapped her hands twice, and a domino of flickering lights broke the darkness of the room. A cluster of white couches and chairs came into my vision, with obsidian coffee tables with an assortment of glasses ranging from wine to shot glasses, paired with a house plant that I don't know the name of. It was like a club as an oak shelf filled with different bottles of wine that painted the white luminescent wall behind it with white stools lining the obsidian bar.

    "What is this?" My eyes surveying the room and eyeing a vase on one of the coffee tables with an etched eye sigil.

    "This," her voice trailed as she removed her glasses and placed them on the bar, then, she tied her hair into a bun, "is one of Lumen Organization's Headquarters."

    I looked back at her with brows furrowed.

    "What?"

    "I brought you here as we have to discuss something of utmost importance."

    I can't reply to that, I still can't fathom how a wall in a school became this humongous room, this can be its own school, to be honest.

    "If you were wondering how, this room is microscopic, as soon as you stepped into here, you were shrunken down the size of a bacteria." She said matter-of-factly.

    I was still in awe, my mouth was closed shut as I stared at her to see any joking in her eyes. I walked closer to her and stared, but she had a stoic look on her that was meaning business. I steered my head in the direction of one of the clusters of couches that looked like a lounge and rested my back onto it, and now admiring the ceiling that was a repeating pattern of triangles that glowed a white light. A feeling of someone sitting next to me didn't make me move from my position, I admired how the ceiling was intricately made, how the shapes formed a fractal of sorts that captivated my eyes.

    "I know it's a lot to take in so help yourself to the bar.'

    "But-"

    "Don't worry, A1 will serve you drinks fit for minors," she smiled.

    I walked cautiously to the bar and sat on one of the stools. A blue hologram appeared that resembled a man wearing a tuxedo, one hand behind his back.

    "What would you like, sir?" In his signature robotic voice. 

    I looked back at Ms. Spatz and she just closed her eyes and gestured her hands to order anything I want.

    "I'll have a caramel frappuccino please."

    "Certainly."

    The man looked behind him and on his palm appeared a metal tray. He opened the metal cover and a glass with the cold drink with the evident cold smoke settling on the bottom of the tray. I grabbed the glass and sipped on the metal straw hanging from it and a mixture of bitterness and sweetness overpowered my tongue. The taste of coffee exploding in my mouth, complemented by the toasty taste of caramel that once heated to perfection. The taste danced in my mouth and my brain did a somersault in the taste.

    "This tastes so good!"

    "Yeah, you should also try coffee at its purest, black." 

    That's weird, Ms. Spatz didn't open her mouth

    A deep-toned voice shook my drinking spree as I let the straw hit the glass ending with a clink. As I turned around, Mike stood at one of the edges of the couch, crossing his arms with a smile plastered on his face.

    "When did you-"

    "You haven't explained it to him?" Ms. Spatz looked at Mike and he just shrugged.

    "You do it, you are the one with the plan."

    "I suppose," Ms. Spatz stood from the couch, "but, another secret must be revealed beforehand."

    Ms. Spatz's graceful movement mimicked a calm wave as she brings her fingers next to her face. Snapping her middle finger and thumb together.

     Blue hexagonal shapes covered her head, shape by shape her face gets masked along with her shoulder-length hair. I watched as the hexagons take over every wrinkle, every pore, every inch of her skin, now dominated with hexagons. After a while, the first to dissipate was her hair, changing into a snow white color. Next, her face, the creases on her forehead dissipating along with the shapes, her black eyes turned into a grey color, her once thin lips changed into crimson red ones filled with life and vigor. She turned into a much younger figure that I didn't notice that it also affected her body, which turned into an hourglass-like shape. Then it hit me.

    "Mom?"