Post by Omen on Aug 3, 2017 12:48:18 GMT -5
Weather Forecast – Kohl Rayn
Those dang clouds seem to appear from nowhere. This southern heat has been hell all day and now all of a sudden, the sky is gray; it is as if, the gods are grumbling.
The undeniable streak of chill crawling through an under-breeze echoes an anxiousness for, at the least, a drizzle, and yet the heavens refuse to cry. It is as though something big is supposed to happen. The clouds are nothing more than a veil, just sitting there waiting…
CRAP! I’m late for class.
The lecture hall reminds me of a giant crypt, bleak, lonely, and uneventful. The subject, 'Statistics'. The attendees, the ‘undead’. Sitting in this class taught me what patience and determination really were. The room could fit more than a hundred students, our attendance is twenty-six. I know this because I counted each head twice, in hopes of staying awake.
I hate my teacher.
I hate this class.
I hate the subject.
I hate…WHOOAA….
There she is again – number twenty-seven.
She's late, as usual but, God, she’s beautiful…and she always sit beside me. She is a sweet sun-shower in the middle of a hot summer day, welcomed and rejuvenating. I struggle not to stare at her every time we have class together. I pray for the strength to speak to her, but fear continually drowns my voice.
God, she’s beautiful.
The class isn’t so bad now that she is here.
I can ignore the teacher.
I can handle the class.
I can deal with the subject, now that my secret reason is here beside me.
Class seems a little shorter today with her there beside me. I refuse to let her walk away, without speaking to her, again.
Once the class ends the undead seem to scurry out the doors escaping my notice, in that, all of my attention is focused on her. I ease through the other zombies and bump her lightly, while making it appear unintentional.
“You know you would be closer, if you parked over there?”, I say.
“Excuse me?”, she asks.
This is my opportunity to look smart. I should talk about our Statistics homework or maybe an advanced equation to let her know that I have a big brain.
“Your car, it’s over in the dorm parking lot. It would probably be a shorter walk for you if you parked over there in the commuter student area.” This was the only thing I could think of.
“Oh, I didn’t know that.”, she responds while staring at me. Her face scrunches as a reluctant grin forces its way along the corner of her mouth. One of her eyebrows raises slowly as the other one tells her to ‘move along’.
My confidence jumps, “Well, I don’t have anything to do now, and I guess that it would really make me look like a gentleman if I walked you to your vehicle, even if I’m not.”
I watch as the grin on her creeps to the other side of her mouth. She checks her phone, then says, “You’re funny.”
By this point, I figure honesty is the best policy. Heck, I’m a new student and I don’t have anyone, other than myself to impress, “Not really, my friends call me Kohl.”
I pause on the walk to her vehicle, “The only problem is that I don’t have anyone I know here... so I would really be appreciative if you would try it out once, to let me know what it would sound like coming from the lips of one that I would love to have as a friend.”
“Sure, oh, here’s my car.”, she goes back to staring at her phone.
“Nice car…”
While typing a text, she mutters, “Thanks…I have to go.”
“Okay, I’ll see you at our next class.”, in a last-ditch effort for a moment of attention.
She presses the send button on her message and acknowledges my fleeting bit of existence as I walk away, “Bye.”
I’m an IDIOT. It seems like those gray clouds that I saw before class, are following me.
They are still mumbling and grumbling as though they are speaking. I wish that they would make up their minds and either cry or go away, but they just sit up there in the sky making me wonder if the slicing, bitter breeze cutting through the heat was a warning sign I shouldn’t have ignored.
As I approach the student commuter parking lot, hating myself, I give up on trying to predict the weather,
Suddenly, I feel the breeze and catch a glimpse of a vehicle out the side of my eye. It was her car. She stops and leans out the window in my direction.
Nervously, she speaks with a soft crackle in her voice, “Kohl…I like your handwriting.”
Pausing again, we stare at each other, as we both become calm. She smiles, “You’re the only thing I look forward to in that class. I hope to see you in class Thursday, save me a seat beside you.”
I return her smile. God, she’s beautiful.
“By the way…my name is Rayn.” She says in a 'well-heard' whisper before driving off.
...
....
I don’t think that I need to worry about predicting the weather anymore.
-Omen
Those dang clouds seem to appear from nowhere. This southern heat has been hell all day and now all of a sudden, the sky is gray; it is as if, the gods are grumbling.
The undeniable streak of chill crawling through an under-breeze echoes an anxiousness for, at the least, a drizzle, and yet the heavens refuse to cry. It is as though something big is supposed to happen. The clouds are nothing more than a veil, just sitting there waiting…
CRAP! I’m late for class.
The lecture hall reminds me of a giant crypt, bleak, lonely, and uneventful. The subject, 'Statistics'. The attendees, the ‘undead’. Sitting in this class taught me what patience and determination really were. The room could fit more than a hundred students, our attendance is twenty-six. I know this because I counted each head twice, in hopes of staying awake.
I hate my teacher.
I hate this class.
I hate the subject.
I hate…WHOOAA….
There she is again – number twenty-seven.
She's late, as usual but, God, she’s beautiful…and she always sit beside me. She is a sweet sun-shower in the middle of a hot summer day, welcomed and rejuvenating. I struggle not to stare at her every time we have class together. I pray for the strength to speak to her, but fear continually drowns my voice.
God, she’s beautiful.
The class isn’t so bad now that she is here.
I can ignore the teacher.
I can handle the class.
I can deal with the subject, now that my secret reason is here beside me.
Class seems a little shorter today with her there beside me. I refuse to let her walk away, without speaking to her, again.
Once the class ends the undead seem to scurry out the doors escaping my notice, in that, all of my attention is focused on her. I ease through the other zombies and bump her lightly, while making it appear unintentional.
“You know you would be closer, if you parked over there?”, I say.
“Excuse me?”, she asks.
This is my opportunity to look smart. I should talk about our Statistics homework or maybe an advanced equation to let her know that I have a big brain.
“Your car, it’s over in the dorm parking lot. It would probably be a shorter walk for you if you parked over there in the commuter student area.” This was the only thing I could think of.
“Oh, I didn’t know that.”, she responds while staring at me. Her face scrunches as a reluctant grin forces its way along the corner of her mouth. One of her eyebrows raises slowly as the other one tells her to ‘move along’.
My confidence jumps, “Well, I don’t have anything to do now, and I guess that it would really make me look like a gentleman if I walked you to your vehicle, even if I’m not.”
I watch as the grin on her creeps to the other side of her mouth. She checks her phone, then says, “You’re funny.”
By this point, I figure honesty is the best policy. Heck, I’m a new student and I don’t have anyone, other than myself to impress, “Not really, my friends call me Kohl.”
I pause on the walk to her vehicle, “The only problem is that I don’t have anyone I know here... so I would really be appreciative if you would try it out once, to let me know what it would sound like coming from the lips of one that I would love to have as a friend.”
“Sure, oh, here’s my car.”, she goes back to staring at her phone.
“Nice car…”
While typing a text, she mutters, “Thanks…I have to go.”
“Okay, I’ll see you at our next class.”, in a last-ditch effort for a moment of attention.
She presses the send button on her message and acknowledges my fleeting bit of existence as I walk away, “Bye.”
I’m an IDIOT. It seems like those gray clouds that I saw before class, are following me.
They are still mumbling and grumbling as though they are speaking. I wish that they would make up their minds and either cry or go away, but they just sit up there in the sky making me wonder if the slicing, bitter breeze cutting through the heat was a warning sign I shouldn’t have ignored.
As I approach the student commuter parking lot, hating myself, I give up on trying to predict the weather,
Suddenly, I feel the breeze and catch a glimpse of a vehicle out the side of my eye. It was her car. She stops and leans out the window in my direction.
Nervously, she speaks with a soft crackle in her voice, “Kohl…I like your handwriting.”
Pausing again, we stare at each other, as we both become calm. She smiles, “You’re the only thing I look forward to in that class. I hope to see you in class Thursday, save me a seat beside you.”
I return her smile. God, she’s beautiful.
“By the way…my name is Rayn.” She says in a 'well-heard' whisper before driving off.
...
....
I don’t think that I need to worry about predicting the weather anymore.
-Omen
