Alexandria’s Genesis – 3; Behind German Lines

Beneath that tree we sat for a long time, in such dumbfounded silence I felt like an utter fool. The kiss still mingled on my lips, making them throb. Inside the pumps my toes curled in angst, belly fizzing with utter glee at having my dream come true. Though I’d barely known Elixir two hours, I’d completely, and hopelessly, fallen for him.

He sat cool as a cucumber beside me now, as my mind melted out of my ears. How could he remain so calm? It confused me, but I didn’t pry. I’d seem like a dumbass. With his eyes closed, it gave me a few precious moments to steal a glance at his beautiful physique, hidden beneath ebony cloth. I imagined a muscled abdomen, not ripped, and toned legs; his broad shoulders were plenty to go by.

Where the light amber fringe was parted, I saw the small tattoo of an anchor. Taking a wild guess, I assumed some guy, somewhere, had the same. It was only the size of a fingernail, the sort you’d get to match the one of your lover. I wondered about that other guy, but didn’t dare ask of him. Elixir seemed like the sort of person prone to heartbreak more than the average Joe.

It was the middle of fifth period when we finally decided to journey back to our classes, half an hour late. We were in separate classes, so at the doorway of West Block, we halted. Out of sight, he was free to embrace me in another kiss. I returned it, feverishly so, but pulled back before I could get too carried away.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Alice.” he murmured. Could his voice have been any more mournful?
“Bye.” I replied as he strode off into campus. I’m unsure of what compelled me to keep gazing after him, as his ass shifted beneath the pure black Levi’s, but I snapped myself from the lusting ogle to head for my own lesson.

It was German class, which I hated. Two foreign languages in a day took its toll on me. Worst of all, the professor was an asshole. From behind half moon spectacles he glared at me, eyes narrow like a bird, a very hungry bird.

“Name?”, he ordered. “Gray.” I replied. Down the list before his hands he scanned, letting the scrutiny come to rest on my name, I guessed.

“Newbie, eh? Report to my room tomorrow afternoon if you please.” he demanded, beckoning that I take my seat quickly and quietly. I did just that.

At my old high school, the German teacher really hated my guts, and I didn’t want to piss this guy off too. I don’t know if you’ve ever been shouted at, in German, but trust me. It’s fucking scary.