11. Blesk
CHAPTER ELEVEN
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The sky looks like it’s thawing along the rooftops of the campus as I walk back to my dorm at dusk.
I don’t always notice the sky, though, I wish I did.
I’m usually a watch my feet, watch the path, make sure I don’t trip over things or walk into people kind of girl.
But tonight the world has gone pink and orange and I’m crushing hard on a cute boy.
My date is at seven.
A date with Konnor.
The path curves and I follow it, my ballet flats on the pavers.
Warmth moving through me. I smile to myself, glad no one else is around because I must look insane.
But… Ugh. I am crushing hard. His dimples.
His recklessness. His honesty. His self-awareness.
I think that is the thing I like most—how vulnerable he is.
How open. How he seems incapable of manipulation, of lies.
Or hiding who he is. He just exists and bleeds into the air.
There is something undeniably wonderful about knowing he is authentic, in the good and bad moments.
That I can take his word, and his intentions as solid.
Corny Konnor. With his beautiful green eyes and dimples for days.
He had a girlfriend, he is drunk, and yet he is still the kindest, oddly trustworthy person I’ve ever met.
I don’t know what that says about me… It dawns on me then just like that—my favourite trait in a man is authenticity.
That is what I’ll put on my dating profile if I ever need to.
Authenticity. Right, wrong, drunk, wanting, or jealous, Konnor says it, shows it. I love that.
I keep smiling; I don’t care. I’m still a few buildings away from my dorm when I notice the campus on this side is quiet.
My spine straightens and my smile slips.
I glance left and right and don’t see another soul.
The wind moves my hair, and I shiver. There is no sound of people, no chatter or distant—
Footsteps.
Off pace with mine.
I stop.
The footsteps stop.
My eyes widen.
The path ahead curves into shadow where the peppy trees crowd the edges and the dying light doesn’t quite reach, and the shape standing at the end of that shadow is very still and… human. I don’t move.
But my heart races.
Then the human silhouette darts from the path and disappears to the side, behind the trees. I want to run back. Glancing over my shoulder, I check behind me. A darkening path and more trees and the way I had just come slowly being consumed by night.
I face forward again and slam into a hard wall of muscles. I scream. He grabs my shoulders, and I lift my arms to tug away. “Let go of me!”
“Blesk.”
No, no, no, no.
“It’s me.”
I freeze. Strong, warm hands have caught my upper arms, squeezing slightly. I squint up and it takes a few seconds of searching the shadowed features to recognise the face I know as well as I know my own.
Erik.
“God!” I shove him back and press my palm flat to my riotous heart. “You scared me.”
He looks concerned. “What’re you doing walking around campus by yourself?”
“It was still light when I left F Block.” I am safe, but my body hasn’t received the message. Still shuddering, still panting, even as my mind tells me I’m safe.
Don’t flinch.
“Yeah, but it gets dark quickly, beautiful.”
I look at the ground, confused by what my body is doing and what my mind is saying, both warring for dominance.
“Let me walk you back.” Erik puts his arm around my shoulders and steers me down the path.
I shudder wildly.
“You’re cold.” He removes his jacket and covers my shoulders. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”
My feet move. “Okay.”
“Lucky I knew where you’d be.”
“Yeah.” My mouth is dry.
We walk. His arm is heavy and familiar, and I watch the path ahead of us. The sun is almost gone now, shadows deepening into solid patterns along the path and grass and trees. Is it pretty or scary? I can’t decide.
“This way.” Erik stops and points to a pathway that angles off into the dark between the buildings. I don’t know where it goes. I don’t move.
My head shakes before my mind says no. My hands tremble. What the fuck is going on? I don’t want to go— I hiccup on the emotion in my throat. “No,” I breathe. “I don’t go that way. How did you know?”
He frowns. “Know what?”
“Where I was.”
A reluctant smile slides across his face, a face that is undeniably handsome. Isn’t it? That’s what Dad always says. “I got a copy of your schedule from the reception.” He shrugs. “Don’t be angry. I’m just trying to take care of you.”
I stare at him. “Oh…”
“I’ll pick you up from classes when it’s getting late. Okay? Walk you back to your dorm.”
I am still staring. I can’t think of a reason to decline his offer, given I just shed a layer of skin frightening myself over literally nothing.
“Um. Sure. Thanks.”