Chapter seven
Early in the morning, I woke up feeling pretty great with a decent amount of sleep getting ready to walk around campus to be the first in line for the coffee cart needing a tall dark drink of coffee to function normally in the morning as right on time the girls knocked on Rochelle and I's dorm room when she opened the girls were playing a game called kill, kiss or marry the celebrities addition during in their discussion, rushed to grab my bag unplugging my phone putting it inside my black puffy coat since I was wearing blue high waisted jeans, a black sleeveless top and a pair of white Adidas trainer today. Charlie was asked to choose between different members of 1D's Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Liam, Louis and Niall Horan so she said: "I will kill Louis, kiss Harry Styles and I would marry Zayn Malik because they are my top two favourites in one direction."
We walked out of the housing building around a corner toward the coffee cart hearing our university choir singing a cover of the song Feel It Still by Portugal.
The man as I could positively feel the amount of good vibes and energy practically buzzing in the air not knowing if it was the excitement of getting coffee or the good night's sleep feeling the hype personally, I think that they were extremely talented bunches of people in the choir and the smell of fresh coffee in the air with a hot cup of coffee was calling my name until I heard Natalia began to sing along to the song as we all started cheering for her. My gosh, she was super talented at singing like that I didn't expect that to happen as she bowed before she could grab her coffee, smiling widely to herself then she bumped into Fredrick saying a couple of words to him as she waved goodbye to him.
"Wow, your singing voice is so amazing," I told Natalia.
Slowly she pushed her blue and black braids behind her ears taking small sips of her coffee shortly after we sat at a table in the common room as the game kill, kiss and marry resumed again this time it was hockey jock players that the question was about Avena answered in her own opinions and then she asked me because it was my turn next to reply to the questions of each hockey player.
I have merely been here for a couple of weeks not quite sure if I could easily form a proper list of who I would kill, kiss and marry out of all of them, to be honest with myself I think that hmm.
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I might kill Zack or kiss Fletcher, maybe not as I remember seeing them in their last practices when I was helping them out.
Speaking of hockey players in walk-in one of Wyatt's friends from the football team Erick by himself that my friends had told me that he liked me even if I had heard rumours about him training for the audition to play for the major league team as his brown eyes met mine, I looked behind him to see Asher come inside the room playing foosball in the far corner on the left when I felt someone nudge my left shoulder and that someone it was Rochelle who had pointed out that Erick was talking to me although, I have snapped out of it smiling politely at him which he did returns smiled back at me. Sure, he was good-looking with his brown eyes not being as hypnotic as Asher's champagne eyes other than that.
Maybe it could be a great thing to spend time apart from going to every single practice because I needed to at least step out of campus for a bit too.
"Jessa, I was wondering if you want to go to the back room of the media room to watch something with me?" asked Erick.
Meanwhile, I did receive a text from Asher and I replied to it with a thumbs-up emoji.
"Let's check my schedule first and I will get back to you, yeah?" I told Erick.
"Sure, it is nice talking to you. See you around on campus and I will be at either the locker room or on the first floor near the geography room," said Erick as he nervously ran his hand through his hair before exiting the common room.
I was previously blushing so hard yet giggling at our little banter beginning to feel more comfortable chatting with Asher on the phone even though, I was pretty sure that I could move some stuff around my planner if I truly wanted to go on that date.
While I was busy laughing at our conversation when I looked up to noticed thus that Rochelle had slightly readjusted her cap on her head and saw our chat on my phone with a slight smirk on her face as she sipped on her coffee like it was as if nothing happened.
Eventually, I began to remember that I might have forgotten to give Erick my phone number being too consumed on my phone texting someone else however, all my friends asked me what was about me being too busy to date a guy, thankfully they won't pushing their questions too much as to why I was a little bit indecisive.
Therefore, we resumed our game for the second time of kiss, kill and marry as Charlie asked me between these three boys Mason, Grayson and Asher who looked up at me from his foosball game table as soon as he heard his name which had me thinking that, does he has some super sonic hearing?
Then I pushed my long dark brown curls behind my ears and exhaled quietly putting my now empty cup of coffee in the bin.
"So, who will you kill, kiss and marry out of Mason, Grayson and Asher?" asked Charlie.
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who would I pick to marry or kiss maybe Asher because I already started to feel comfortable with him but I was sure that Mason and Grayson were amazing-ish people.
No matter what my mind would always go back to those champagne or whiskey colour eyes knowing that he was standing right across the room from us.
"Well, it is ostensibly a no-brainer for her because I noticed things that nobody else sees." Rochelle pointed out to Natalia and Avena.
"I will kill Grayson, Kiss Mason and maybe marry Asher. Anyway, guys, I've news to tell-"
A news feed from a member of the journalist club was going to post this buzz news was going to drop a small rumour or an untrue piece of information about me in fifteen seconds unless I wanted to stop it but I decided to be stronger than that to let it get out, holding my ground to allow other people discuss my past career as figure skater missed a chance of a gold medal because of my accident; of falling on the back of my head tempting a risky jump.
Shoot me down but I won't fall. I am titanium.
I silently, put my earphones in my ears to block out all of the noises when the only friends can cared about hearing were my friends who kept backing me up by telling other people to give me some space even if my haunted love was ice skating being stuck in my ghost town for so long that I felt like I need a breather away from all of this not sure who were able to get access of the olds news claiming that I was at rehab it was fake news.
The only rehabilitation center I went to was the hospital learning to live my life again after being in a coma for a month even though I don't get why some people in the world want to see me break so much. Every day I was lucky to even be standing here right now breathing because it wasn't every day that you can say that people made it out alive at all.
"Is it true, Jessamyn, love?" he asked me gently, pulling me into a hug. "You're braver and fiercest than you ever know but if it gets too much for you then call me okay," he said reassuringly to me.
Clinging onto him like glue and never wanted to let go of him for only two reasons such as reason numero one, it felt nice that someone else was there for me like they truly cared about me and number two was he gave me the best hugs like I was being wrapped around my safety blanket whenever times get too tough on me.
"Geez, why don't you, loser, let the girl breathe already and get on with your own life."Natalia chose everyone else who wasn't part of our friendship group away.
All of these metaphorical bullets went flying toward me out of nowhere speaking to my mum after this to get her guidance on the matter hoping that she could spread some light on this tragic moment as she had always done at least they had chosen a great photo of me to put up online for everyone else to see besides there was no way of taking legal action to court whoever written it was in this university when people thought it was harmless news because they might have a positive intention to boast me to stop feeling sorry for myself as I take them to the girl restroom to show them my head scar praying that they won't leave me nonetheless, I didn't want to show them today so I stop myself.
He stayed by my side and never left like my old skating partner did.
"Thank Rochelle and Ashy Beckett, are you sure you want to run five miles to my room on campus?"I asked the last part, directed toward him.
Ugly crying teary eyes as today I decided that I don't have to answer to anybody feeling more empowered walking away from the common room skipping class to have a day off to sort myself out as for tomorrow it was just another day with my head held high than the sky and I was going to be ready to answer people's questions.
In the meantime, he drives me back to his apartment off-campus to pack a bag of snacks take me to the arcade and have the most fun of the week since he does not have practiced today he was allowed to take me there.
Deep down, I wanted to ask him would be like the movies when the boys come running to their girls' house in the rain during their girls are hurt, upset or having a mental breakdown perhaps this was even better than the movies despite the terrible bits of my life was now resurfacing unleashing all of the dark past.