After a few more minutes of talking and walking, Bibah and I headed back in because we were both tired and the air had begun to get a bit chilly. We said goodnight at the doorstep of her hotel room, and I started back to mine, but not before getting a bombardment of questions regarding my health from Vahini Singh. I assured her I was fine, maybe even more than I assured my mom, and made a quick exit.With every step I took back towards my room, my heart fluttered, and a stupid cheeky smile stubbornly stayed plastered to my face. But I couldn’t help it. All of the events of the night keep replaying in my head over and over again that I had to question if it had really happened, or had been a fever dream from the silliest crevices of my imagination.William Ravenstone had kissed me.No, William Ravenstone had begged to kiss me.My cheeks heat up. All the confidence I’d felt surging through me while inches away from his lips? Gone. A peculiar anxiety mixed with a shyness foreign to me ov
I once thought his eyes were the shade of polished stone; a gray more clouded than a stormy sky, and sharper than a steel dagger. But now I see his eyes are like mercury; pools of hot liquid pulling me in, and scorching my skin the longer I stay under their riveting magnetism. And I can’t seem to look away.If I stared long enough, I’ll get to the depth of his soul. I’ll see what makes William Ravenstone the mystery he is to me; the one human puzzle I’ve only ever been interested in solving. If I stared long enough. But it’s a race to see who gets to the bottom first, for as fast as I’m falling into his eyes, the faster he’s sinking into mine.William’s hand touches my bare exposed thigh and I’m jolted back to reality, the contact an electric current zapping through my system. My eyes widen, realizing I’m still on top of him and his face mirrors mine. A split second later, we’re scampering off each other like a fire has been lit between us.He gets to his feet quickly and clears his t
Wandering around the hotel for almost an hour, desperately pushing down my bitterness and blinking back hot tears led me to the small arcade just across the street.“Coins?” A short girl with a blond bob-cut asks from behind the counter the moment I step into the neon-lighted space. She holds up a box and jiggles it, making a sharp clinking sound, and raising an eyebrow in question; her polite but plastic smile in place. “You need to buy coins to play the games.”“I know how an arcade works.” I mutter under my breath, sniffing and making my way over to the counter. Thankfully, I had the mind to grab my card before storming out. I rummage through the pocket of my shorts and hand it to her.Her smile tightens but doesn’t falter. “Sorry, cash only. We don’t accept cards here.” She points to a small sign above the doorway with a chipped finger. “It says there.”I huff out a breath. “Come on, there’s got to be…”“I’m so sorry, but there’s nothing I can do.” She clips, dropping the box of c
Bibah swings the door open on the first knock. She looks at me up and down, narrows her eyes, then pulls the yellow cat-print kimono she’s wearing tighter around her body. “You okay, Bells?” She begins, her voice tinged with worry and curiosity.I guess my poker face has failed me.“Can I crash here tonight?” I ask, trying to be nonchalant about it although the request itself exposes the fact that things are not exactly okay. I hope she hasn’t spoken to Ravenstone in the process of looking for me. What would he say? Well, what do I care? He can say whatever the fuck he wants, it’s no longer my business.Bibah sighs, leaning on the door handle and crossing her arms over her chest. Her silk bonnet slides back a little, exposing a tuff of shiny black hair. “I knew something was wrong. You look…” She trails off, shaking her head. A dark look crosses her features. “Ravenstone did something, didn’t he?”“I— It’s nothing.“ I don’t want to talk about it. I push past her, tired of waiting to b
The lights are blinding.I stumble through the crowd of dancing bodies moving in slow motion. The bass of the loud party music reverberates into my skull like a drilling machine. My ears are ringing, my heartbeat in my throat.I feel drunk. Maybe I am drunk.I blink back dark dots that cloud my vision and try to remember how I got here, where I am, and what is going on. I look around, squinting, but every face is a blur, every item faded and inconsistent like I’ve been pumped full of hallucinogens.It sounds like it’s raining outside.I whip my head around, searching for a window, but I can’t see any.“Come on, Bella!” Someone shouts over the music, and suddenly I’m being dragged by my arm towards what I can make out to be a stage. I try to pull away, but my body keeps moving. Around me people cheer, clap, and holler, adding to my disorientation.The music slows and the next second I’m on the stage, holding on to a bouquet of tulips like it’s a lifeline. I squint when the spotlight sh
I gasp awake, jolting upright in bed.“About time, sleepy head. Come on, we’re gonna be late for the bus.” Bibah pauses, swiveling around from the mirror to face me, bobby pin poised midway to her wrapped scarf. “You good?” She asks, registering my wild stare and heavy breathing. “Were you chased by a clown holding a red balloon in your sleep?”“No, just fell off a roof.” I reply, then clear my throat because I sound dead. There is a faint pounding in my head. “What time is it?” I ask, flinging the heavy blanket I don’t remember snuggling under, away from me.“Late enough for you to get your ass out of bed.” Bibah replies, turning back to the mirror and properly pinning her hijab. She’s already dressed; clad in a black maxi skirt, a matching hijab, and a dark brown blazer jacket that looks like it was lifted off a rich English professor’s wardrobe. It’s a new look on her but it works, making her appear very dark academic. She glances at me through the mirror. “I know I look good. We l
As we walk into the dimly lit gallery of the museum, I am immediately struck by the grandeur of the space. A massive, ancient statue dominated the center of the room, surrounded by smaller pieces of art, artifacts, and relics from various ancient civilizations and moments in history.Bibah wanders off to a large mural on the far end and I make my way towards the towering statue, marveling at the intricate details and the skill of the artisans who had crafted it so many centuries ago. If I’m not wrong, the statue is that of Themis; greek goddess of justice and wisdom, judging from the scales she’s holding up, the sword in her other hand, and the blindfold. But what’s special about this statue is the little cherub perched oh her shoulder, wings extended, donning a blunt arrow and a curved bow, also blindfolded. I think of cupid. I think of the irony of how both justice and love are depicted blind.As I draw closer, I notice a group of my classmates gathered around, listening to a museum
“Is there a reason you’re touching my mate, Truman?”William snakes his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him and resting his chin in the crook of my neck. I can hear him drawing in slow, steady breaths over the erratic beat of my heart.Ben takes a step back, his gaze flickering from Ravenstone to me then back to Ravenstone again. “I was just apologizing.” He explains.A humorless, cold laugh comes from Ravenstone. “I believe apologies are verbal, are they not?” His arms tighten around my torso, not so much that it hurt, but enough for me to feel the tension in his whole body. “So, that doesn’t really answer my question, Benjamin.” He snarls.I’ve never heard or seen him this pissed before.Ben clenches his fists, jaws tightening. A red tinge has found its way to his cheeks, and his nostrils are flared. “Listen Ravenstone—““Walk away, Ben.” I cut in, trying to prevent this from escalating into a disaster, because I can literally feel William’s anger radiating off him. Ben’s