“We’ll be just outside the loading door,” he answered while tightening his hand on mine a little. “Let’s go out a bit, Phone and cigarettes only, and water.” I followed him after grabbing the things he requested with one hand, as he didn’t release our holding hands when we left our seats. A few of our fellow club members looked at him, pulling me and walking away from the audience rows to the stairs at the side of the stage. A little worry slipped into my mind when I saw some of them whispering to each other after seeing us. What are they gonna think about this? We walked barefooted until we found a huge rolling door on the loading dock backstage entrance, heading outside. He opened the door beside the rolling door and closed it after I walked through. We walked for a few steps until we reached the stairs down to the parking lot. It was way past the last class's time, so the campus was mostly empty. The sun was almost completely set, leaving only a little burst of dark orange in th
I and Clay finished our cigarettes before his friends and got back into the hall together. Thankfully, Trey was still drilling a scene with Peter and Angelique, and we sat back in the front row, waiting. A few minutes later, Trey said to the stage, “Cut. We are still gonna polish this scene but I love it so far. Next, Dracula and Lucy, please.” We exchanged glances for a second before he nodded and smiled while standing up. I follow him and walk up to the stage, facing Trey. “Guys, I need you to show your last week's homework before moving on to the singing and sleepwalking scene. Music? Oh gosh, where are those bastards Fork and Box?”, he complained after looking over the hall and failing to find his buddies. “Outside, loading dock, smoking. We were just there too.” Clay answered, grinning. “Fine. Can you give me the biting on the bed scene? Did you rehearse it by yourself?”, He asked when grinning. Clay stifled a smile before answering “Hey! But yes, on a serious answer, thank
Today is the first day of my sophomore year at Carmen College of Literature and Arts, where I study History and Classical Literature Studies. I walked out of my dorm and still felt very sleepy because last night my dorm was having an unofficial pajama party to celebrate the last day of our summer break. We danced, we sang, drank, and foolishly (tended to) forgot that tomorrow’s gonna be the start of a new semester. When I left the building at 7.30, hardly anyone was up. I stepped on my mustard flat shoes lazily across the street, glancing back before I walked away from that small three-floored building. The dorm only accepts female students so it’s pretty neat, even though the building is looking rather old with an exposed red brick, old-time style from the last century. I lived there with around 35-40 other students from various colleges and universities, but most of them study in a state university a block away from the dorm. I have lived in this dorm since I left my homet
That first image remained in my mind forever. After that day, I started to notice him when he was around, usually sitting alone, reading behind the long desk at one of the outdoor study corners facing the campus park. Nobody ever gets closer than two chairs beside him, and it’s a common thing. I just looked at him from the distance. But somehow at the same time, I felt more and more eager to know him personally because his mysterious and out-of-reach aura somehow attracts me more into him. I guess I am a bit of a competitive and easily challenged person, so I feel more attracted to someone who looks distant and unapproachable like him.I might sound like a stalker right now. No, I am not intended to stalk on him, yet every single time I saw him, I can’t help but watch him closely, just like today at the parking lot (Well, maybe just a bit!) He’s a jewel to my eye, 185-190 cm tall, wavy shoulder-long black hair, often tied in a bun like a far-east imperial pr
After the bumping incident, every time we’re passed each other I always tried to manage a smile at him or greeted him. Sometimes he smiled back a little, some other times he just nodded cooly. But that was okay. As long as I get a slight response from him, I am totally fine. Well. I don’t really mean to get close to him, but that’s just me. I just can't help myself to try to get my way to someone I have a crush on and never had enough patience to continue having a crush on someone I don’t know. And counting the last summer break, I already have a crush on him for more than four months without approaching him in any way. Now I realized that he just got a few close friends at the campus, and it was only with them that he usually talked or walked together. There were three of them, all of them are also at their senior year, and the boys are usually sitting next to him at the cafeteria, or in the reading aisle. One of them is Pax, my theatre club senior, also in the same major a
Somehow, after that first conversation, his reaction towards me changed. He wasn’t really cold around me. He would smile wider or say hi first when we ran into each other in the corridor or anywhere around campus. Even once or twice, when he’s walking with his friends, he actually can say something like, “Hey, Anita. Have a nice day”. Well, I think once you know or talk to him personally, he was just like everybody else, just a bit quieter and much more good-looking… But I think my first step has succeeded, I finally know the man I have crushed into in person. And I still think I’m not having a crush on him because he’s famous, but just a cool, gorgeous smoking man on campus.I have a few classmates that are closer to me than others. We’re usually together in class, and in the cafeteria, but we’re not really close outside campus, though. Even so, I know they’re all quite a big fan of Clayton, since our freshman days. Georgina, one of my close friends, was one of his b
I walked back to my dorm very late after everyone finished auditioning because I wanted to see how my friends and upperclassmen doing at their auditions. It was a little past midnight. Luckily my dorm wasn’t far, so I don’t have to rely on public transportation. As I walked alone right beside the campus gate, thinking about what had happened earlier, I saw a black Camaro slowly passed and pull over a few yards in front of me. Then, a guy came out. I recognized his silhouette from afar. It was Clayton, and he walked closer before talking to me. “ Hey, do you need a lift?”. “Nope, that’s okay. My dorm’s just three blocks away”, I said. “Well, then, I can take you there”, he answered. “No, really, you don’t need to. I can walk”. “ I cannot let a woman I know walk alone in the dark like this. It’s past midnight!” “No problem, I am already used to this, been doing it for more than a year. It’s safe”. “No, I insisted. I’m not
Thursday morning, three days after. I woke up in the morning feeling really tired and nervous. I was between giddy and anxious about the result that will be announced in the afternoon. Also, those magical moments I had with Clayton feels slowly fades away, because ever since he asked my number on Monday night, I didn’t meet him anywhere, and he didn’t contact me in any way. He must be working, having interviews, photoshoots, or something. He’s busy and a public figure, anyways. Don't get your hopes up too high, silly girl. Well, fortunately, I somehow know I can’t expect that much, he most likely hasn’t had any interest in me, as more than acquaintances, or someone he barely more than knew each other a little. Maybe he just asked for my number so he can add me to his phone contacts as someone in the sophomore year. But on the other hand, being inside his phone contact is already something though. Soon after I stepped out of the shower, my phone rang. It