Page 9 of Kalix
KALIX
Beginning Of Class
“The fuck?” I say to the guys over my shoulder as we walk into class. My little rabbit isn’t where she normally sits. At this point, we’ve basically claimed our spots. No one dares to sit where we do every week, so this change is going to fuck it all up.
A quick glance around the room reveals she decided to sit in the back. How weird. She never sits in the back. It makes me question just how much she’s really picking up on cues.
I know she’s a flighty thing, always looking over her shoulder even when there’s no way for her to know I’m there.
Making a quick decision, I walk down the aisle she’s in and sit a few seats down.
The guys follow behind me, taking up three more chairs to my left and I relax.
Leaning back, I watch a group of rowdy frat boys come in and eye us, we’re clearly taking their self-proclaimed seats but I fucking dare them to try something.
They choose wisely, deciding to move a couple rows up and I smile at myself.
That’s what I fucking thought.
I feel her eyes on me, so I look over, her blue eyes boring into me.
She nervously adjusts her glasses while I keep a straight face, refusing to acknowledge the moment between us, but in reality, my heart is beating out of my chest. My lungs seize.
I’m infatuated, obsessed, and she doesn’t even know the extent.
She breaks eye contact and I finally huff out a breath before turning back to the professor who has started the lecture.
I can feel the trepidation rolling off her in waves; she wants to look at me.
The pull is there, it’s magnetic, but she refuses to give in to the temptation.
The good girl and the bad boy, the two whose worlds aren’t supposed to collide, but here we are.
Sitting so damn close, but not close enough.
She should have her perky little ass sitting on my lap as I place soft kisses along her neck before bending her over the desk and railing into her from behind.
Ah, ah, ah, I tsk myself mentally. Not yet, but my time will come. Our time will come. Just wait it out.
The tell-tale sign of pills rattling breaks me out of my day dream and I sneak a glance out of my peripheral to see her taking a small white pill.
Anti-anxiety. Such a good girl, taking her medicine like she should and prioritizing her mental health when I know she’s going off the charts right now.
She hasn’t stopped fidgeting, and she’s clearly not paying attention.
Her notebook has hardly been written in today, showing just how off she is.
By now, she’d normally have filled at least a page and a half with jabber from the lecture.
As the minutes tick by, her legs stop bouncing and her breathing has become deeper. Clearly, her medicine is doing wonders to slow the racing thoughts in her mind.
If anything, she’s more vulnerable now that she is so calm. I love that she’s doing what is needed, but her paranoia also keeps her aware. She may not be great at finding the danger, but at least she’s paying attention.
Present
Once class is dismissed, my friends and I gather our belongings and leave the room.
I don’t go far though, making it only a few steps before I lean against the wall and let my friends surround me.
They’re all chatting away, I just insert “yeah” and “cool” comments into the conversation at times that seem appropriate.
My eyes are trained on the door, waiting for her to arrive, and when she finally does, my body has the same reaction as it did in the classroom.
Lungs seizing, heart pounding, everything around me goes quiet. She’s like the sun to my universe.
If I’m going to keep an eye on her the rest of the day, I’m going to need my bike.
The push and pull between going to retrieve it versus following her until she arrives safe and sound in her bed wars in my mind.
I finally make a decision and turn to Reed as I bounce between him and her fleeing form.
“Keep an eye on her,” I tell him.
“Man, she doesn’t even know who you are. Why do I need to-”
I grab the front of his shirt, bunching the material into a fist and pulling him close to my face. He gives me a little smirk, but I don’t play into it.
“She took meds and I need to make sure she gets to wherever the fuck she’s going safely,” I seethe, “But I also need my bike. Fucking watch her. Don’t let her out of your sight. When she gets home and locks her door, you can leave. Don’t let her see you.”
I push him away from me and stride away from the group, toward the parking lot. I know that he’ll watch her, just like I’ve asked him to do, but I also don’t want to be away for too long. I have big plans for tonight.
Making it to my bike in no time, I hop on. Pulling my phone out of my back pocket, it goes into the little mount placed on my tank and I pull up Reed’s location. They’re still walking, close to her place, but not close enough that I need to worry about getting caught.
I don’t even give myself time to enjoy the rumble of the vehicle under me before my helmet is on and I’m peeling out of the lot.
The wind whips around me as I make my way down the roads, lane splitting where I can to get to my destination faster.
There’s quite a few paths that someone can take to get to her place that’s quicker than taking the vehicle option, so time isn’t on my side.
Pulling about a block past her apartment, I park along the curb and lean down against my tank.
My phone still has Reed’s location pulled up, seeing they’re nearing her building.
My helmet is on though, and with the way I’m crouched I can see her through the front windshield of the vehicle I’m behind.
A perfect shot of my little rabbit. Or is she like a panda now that she’s medicated?
All sweet and cuddly, literally no fucks to give, just happy existing.
The little dot on the location gets close and I see her come into view. She’s so damn beautiful. I wonder if she knows how much of an effect she has on everyone around her. That perfect little ray of sunshine that peaks through on the cloudiest of days.
So damn perfect.
She makes her way inside and my phone dings with an incoming text from Reed, ensuring that she’s safe and sound, and I lock my screen. Now, get comfortable, because it’s going to be a long night.