Just His Past

Mysterious Road

The road was a ribbon of moonlight, so quiet and peaceful.

Not a single street light is to be found in this semi-far-flung area, approximately three and a half kilometers away from the main road.

Well, thanks to the full moon of September which makes it possible for someone to see a glimpse of the way.

Not long before a screeching of car serenades the area, only the symphony of the winds and the chirpings of the birds are the only sound this place can ever offer to someone, who is oblivious about the careful whisperings of a bunch of guys hiding underneath the trees and bushes.

*Car screeching*

“Damn! I should've known that this auto is not in its best condition,” I cursed as the vintage mustang I'm driving suddenly takes a sudden break and couldn’t restart on its own.

Looking at the GPS which is luckily in good condition, I said. “Okay the school is only about a kilometer away. I can do this," I keep on motivating herself, but to no avail.

“Gosh! I’m wearing a six inches winter inspired leather boots which is unfortunately pointed!” I can’t help but to scold myself for choosing the outfit…

…above the knee white dress paired with a leopard open-coat and of course my winter pointed boots.

Realizing I can’t do anything about it, I fish my phone in my purse, turn on its flashlight, and start to walk along the empty road of this dark, lonely night.

Jeez! Why does they even put up a school light-years away from the blinking lights of the city?! I hope you understand my exaggeration.

My thoughts went flying somewhere from the horror movies I'd watch up to the concept of vampires. ‘What if Damon and Enzo show up here; abduct me; and offer me to the Siren?’

*Vampire Diaries can relate with me…the season where Damon and Enzo was serving the siren…Really? It was a shame for Damon!. Sorry I’m simply sharing my thoughts.

My weird thoughts goes on and on until suddenly... I was taken aback from behind by a stranger. The man immediately covers my mouth and whispers to my ear…

“What would a pretty lady like you be doing in this dangerous, seemingly isolated area at this hour of the day…or must I say at this hour of the dark?” I heard him smirk.

I guess he isn’t someone with low dirty thoughts of a man, loitering around for some lost girl to victimize. From his tone, comes class and elegance of the personality he's probably wearing.

Glad I’m so good at reading people.

But I guess I’m wrong! It surprises me when he insolently makes his way up to my thighs.

Damn! His hands were hot! He’s a skilled one I must admit…but hell! No one ever dared to go further than my toes for four long years.

I elbowed him on his chest and forcefully get away from his grip…kick his balls with my knife-like boots. ‘Oh I guess I should be thankful wearing this one.'

He rolls on the rough road probably because of the excruciating pain between his legs….

“Ack! Damn woman, you're so cruel,” I heard him say, slightly lifting up his face to meet my gaze.

And I wasn’t wrong! Indeed he is fortunate with looks…such a pity he sucks with manners. "I was just simply checking…acccckkk!” he keeps on mumbling something while giving the tail between his legs, maybe a first aid.

I’m about to leave the man behind when I heard another stranger approaching from behind. As I look back to see who is approaching, I wasn’t so shock to see another fortunate face.

Jeez! Just tell me is this a nest for good looking strange guys?

If it is, sorry I’m not the kind who will grab them all by the neck…and lay them all straight to bed. I’m a lil’ bit of an old school. I don’t simply kiss and let myself be touch by any man. My one and only ex boyfriend taught me to be like that. ‘Oh gosh Avri…reminiscing your past with Enzo. ‘I thought you’ve already moved on.'

‘Well yeah I do,' my other subconscious being insisted.

‘Better prove it with action’

Alright I will!

“Wow! Look at the great and mighty VP Brent Marutia...being taken down by a girl,” the newly arrived stranger mocks as he looks at the man whom I assume is Brent…already recovered by the blow job my boots let him experienced and is now sitting comfortably on the road.

“Shawn I got sick with your voice, better shut up,” the man on the road spits out as if really irritated with the man.

“Oh why should I? As far as I remember I got all the freedom of speech,” they were bickering…like children. Perhaps they don’t really get along with each other.

“Shawn why don't you lend this dude a helping hand, instead of talking about that freedom of speech of yours!” Brent guy said. Maybe he got tired with their nonsensical arguments…then I realized, as I turn around, the newly arrive stranger was not alone. They are actually a group. Heavens what will I do!

Spreading my eyes at even angles, I check my doubts and yeah…they were one…two…three…five!.­..including this Brent guy.

Surrounded by these hot guys whom I never met before in this dark, lonely, and away from civilization road to Nightingale Academy was the cleverest thing that happen in my life!