CHAPTER 2

    I woke up the next morning with a headache but that wasn't what concerned me.

Something else had happened in my dream last night, asides seeing that man's hair.

He had said something to me and looked at me but I could not remember what he said nor could I remember what he looked like.

One thing was for sure though, his voice had surpassed my expectations.

    Replaying his voice in my head, my morning erection worsened to a painful state.

Even though I could not recall what he had said, I could never forget the honeyed warmth of his voice.

Just when I thought watching his hair would be my favourite part of my dream, his voice proved me wrong.

I put my legs together, trying to stop my growing erection but that didn't work.

I tried to stop recalling his voice but I couldn't. It had chosen a permanent spot in my head and wouldn't go away.

   "Mmphmm." I whimpered when I felt precum on my finger.

My eyes went wide open when I realized what I was doing.

I gasped, staring at the mess I had made of myself from just thinking about another man's voice.

My hand had disappeared into my pyjamas while I was thinking about what his voice and breath directly on my skin would feel like.

My erection had grown until precum decorated the tip of my cock.

   Heat crawled up my neck to my face. Embarrassed of myself, I rushed to the bathroom to shower.

Even in the shower, his voice wouldn't leave my head so I switched the water to hot. While the water burned my skin and made my injuries prickle, I was able to rid myself of his voice for a moment.

Speaking of my injuries, I wonder where the hell Luke and his friends had disappeared to.

Not like I wished for them to return from wherever it is that they suddenly disappeared to but I couldn't help wondering just where they had left to.

Luke would never miss a chance to troll me so him disappearing to heaven-knows-where, was strange.

   When I opened my door, I saw a small wooden parcel with a note from my parents.

For some reason known only to them, they always gifted me in wooden parcels and not just any wood, it was the Elderwood.

I had overheard them mention the name of the wood once and when I tried to find out what the wood symbolized, they refused to say anything.

A good portion of our house was occupied with this Elderwood, our utensils were made of the wood, my mother wore a pendant made from that wood, my dad and I had a bracelet made from that wood that we never took off for any reason.

Well, that was until Luke broke mine yesterday.

    

     I didn't have to open the parcel to know what was inside- it was a new bracelet made with the wood.

"Fuck this crap." I hissed and trashed the parcel and their note.

Severally during my breakfast, they called but I refused to answer any of their calls.

They had chosen to neglect me, I could do the same to them and I would.

When I got tired of their never ending calls, I switched off my phone.

    When I got to the street Luke and his friends had disappeared, I stopped walking.

Perhaps leaving the house was a bad idea today.

I tightened my hold on the straps of my bag, drawing deep breaths before I continued walking.

I paid attention to every sound I heard, ready to sprint at the sound of Luke's voice.

As I walked, I felt this suffocating dread of someone watching me but I didn't dare look behind me.

     I made to school in one piece but that didn't mean I would leave the same way.

I looked around the hallway for Luke and his friends but found neither of them.

Strange.

They were always around the corner, ready to pounce on me.

I got to class and still couldn't find then anywhere.

Now, their sudden disappearance was beginning to trouble me.

I didn't hear footsteps when they disappeared.

It was like they just….. vanished.

Was that possible?

    My thoughts were interrupted when someone spoke to me, "Hey, have you heard?"

It was one of the transfer students.

"Heard what?" I stopped thinking about Luke for a moment and listened to her.

"We're having a new History teacher. He's going to be teaching us until Miss Smith returns from her maternal leave." She seemed excited about the new teacher.

"Heard he's hotter than coal." She giggled, turning to a girl.

Now, I understood the reason for her excitement.

   "By the way….." She returned to me.

"Have you seen Luke around? It's unlike him to not be present by this time." She frowned, looking around the class.

"No, I…"

We were interrupted with a loud swing of the door.

The Principal loved loud entrances so it was no surprise to us when he strode in with his walking cane.

He began a speech that soon faded into the background as my gaze drifted to the man strolling into the class like he owned it.

   Effortlessly, he commanded my attention. The way his tailored suit hugged his shoulders put the models on magazine covers to shame.

His stature was imposing yet elegant.

His sun kissed skin glowed with a golden undertone.

His dark hair was styled impeccably, projecting his sharp jawline and and defined cheekbones.

While the Principal continued speaking, he let his eyes roam the class until they eventually stopped on me.

I stared at him and he stared right back at me, for an instant, time suspended.

The air in the class shifted but it seemed like I was the only one that noticed.

It was inexplicable but the air in the class suddenly became too thin for me to breathe.

It took me back to my dream last night when it was already fading.

   Transported back to my dream, I watched as the man with the beautiful hair turned around to stare at me.

Blood red eyes with a green glint in them, stared from a face with the same features as this man in my classroom.

I blinked, my heart skipping a beat at their exact resemblance.

It cannot be….

His full lips curled into a subtle smile and a red glint seemed to pass over his emerald eyes.

    He mouthed something that I didn't quite grasp.

As if on cue, the voice of the man from my dream returned but this time, his voice made more sense because I heard his words clearly.

"I found you."