Now I have time to clean up the mess in my room. Last night, I came in, brushed my teeth, washed my face, took off the dress, wore a T-shirt, and climbed right into bed. It might sound a lot, but I could do it in five minutes, more or less than that, a little since I was drunk and dizzy as hell. Everything seemed so blurry to me.
I pick up my black dress, put it in the basket, and look around my room. I see one black stocking in a flower pattern on the carpet. I pick it up, put it on the bed, and then bend down my body to look for another. My face is down on the carpet, rubbing it in, but I still can't find it. I search around on the couch.
"Where is it?" I talk to myself and search the bathroom, closet, and hall.
Maybe it's Della, but if she cleans my room, she will clean entire sections of it, but everything is still untidied. Where the hell is it?
"It's my favorite ones, no—" I suddenly feel sad and pout my lip. Since I love tights and stockings very much, I have quite a collection of them, but this one is my favorite one because it's comfy, feels nice when I touch it, and has a flower pattern. Now, I feel even more upset. Felicia ruined my tea time, and my favorite stocking missed its pair.
Ting.
Then, the message notifies me. I pick it up and look; it's from the unknown. I press to see.
Unknown: 'Can I pick you up tomorrow morning? -Tytas.'
I start to smile, and then I realize the words that Irin has said to me. I put my hand inside my pants, take the photo, look at it again, and put it on my desk.
Ting.
Unknown: 'So we can go to school together -Tytas.'
Tytas sends me another,
Me: 'Yes, I'll be waiting.'
As I walk out the door, the dark brown, classic color shines through me. It's not the color of a wasteland or the color for only old people. Others have neglected the brown color; it's a land color for the trees and dependable, classic, soft nourishment. Tytas is waiting for me and has already opened the car door for me.
Tytas parks the car, along with others, next to the silver car across from the golden one. The different types, brands, and colors can tell the taste of the owner who drives it. The eyes are on us as we get out of the car. He opens the car for me, and my eyes notice the sun's hair fires and shines across from us. Tytas holds my back while we walk past the golden boy and his baby pink, Felicia. I glance at them back, same as Tytas. He supports me at the back and takes me inside the hall.
Are we together? I don't really know, but I feel different from before.
From that day, he picked me up every morning, took me back home after school, and sometimes returned to the school for practice after sending me off. He doesn't text me every minute or every second, but he texts me every day. He sends me a goodnight text, a good morning text, or a text about when to pick up. But we haven't kissed since that night.
Knock-knock.
The sound of knocking,
"Letizia, Miss."
"Yes?" I answer her.
She opens the door. "I'm leaving, Miss. Is there anything I can do to help?" she informs herself.
"Okay, you can leave. Thank you." Della smiles and is about to close the door. "Della…" I call her. She waits and stands behind my bedroom door. "Have you seen my flower stockings?"
"Flower stockings?" She seems confused.
"One actually…I can't find another pair." I say,
"No, Miss." She says.
"It's alright. You go back home safe. Thank you, Della." I smile. Then, she leaves me.
It's already 9 p.m. Time flies so fast. I put down my pen and let the laptop play out on its own. I move to the velvet couch and look at Della, who is about to leave. The streetlight is still not fixed; it gives the street a horror bright light. Is Della going to see the way? Then I look around like I am a security camera.
What the hell? I sprint myself up quickly. I see the man on his bike again. Shit, I don't think I'm not delusional this time. He's on the right side, across from my house, in front of the woods. What the fuck that he wants from me? Does he want to rob my house or something?
"Della…" call her name lightly,
I hurriedly open the window, and suddenly, the cool wind blows into my face, but I don't care.
"Della!!!" I shout her name.
She flinches and looks up at me. I quickly glance at the man on the bike; he's still there.
"Stay there!"
"What? Is there anything, Miss?" she shouts back, and I quickly look at him; he's still there.
I hesitate when I run to her because he might get to her before me. "Come back to the house!" I shout back
"What?" Della is confused,
"Back to the house now!" I shout as I run down the stairs like a crazy person. I run, jump, and mess up my leg, sliding down the stairs.
"Goshhh! Ouch—ouch—ouch." I hurt my leg and crawled to the door, trying to pull myself up. Della opens the door at the same time.
"Miss Letizia! What are you doing?" She's shocked and helps me up. "Are you alright?"
"I slide down the stairs," I say,
"What!? You're not a kid anymore, Miss Letizia." She gets me wrong, but I don't have to care about it. I take her inside the house.
"Don't go home now," I say.
"Is there anything wrong?" She asks confusingly.
"I see someone outside the house," I say
"Someone?" She repeats and leaves the door to look for a person. "There's no one, Miss." She says while looking outside on the porch.
I follow her and turn to look on the right. There are no shadows or figures; he's gone.
"Miss Letizia—" She calls me.
How can I tell her that someone is watching me in front of my house, and it's not the first time? She will tell my father, and my father will be worried. He will ditch his work and stay with me for a week, and work will call him to go back again to cover his missing time. And I will not be with him next month.
"I thought I saw someone…normally, there's no one around here, so…" I'm trying to explain while my eyes lurking in the woods. "I'm worried about you."
She smiles slowly and rubs my arms, "Thank you, Miss Letizia. I'll go straight home immediately, don't worry about me." She says, but her face tells me she's concerned about me. "You lock the door and stay inside the house, alright? No more snack night at the store, hehe, okay?" She says.
I nod. "Yes." I look at her and turn to look at the trees. "I think you should go home now, Della," I say. It's the best time for Della to leave if he's gone. He might be lurking out there, but shit. I don't know what to do here.
"Are you really alright?" She seems even more confused.
I nod. "Yes, back home safe," I say and try to smile.
"Alright…if there's anything wrong, you can call me anytime, Miss Letizia." She says
"Thank you," I reply, watching her leave my property until her back fades. I'm about to return to my house.
"Geez…" I stop and touch my left leg. Now I feel the pain. Suddenly, the light shines through from the right street. I use my hand to cover the light, and it fades away. I look right at where it's from.
He's there.
He's back.
My eyes are wide open, and my heart beats so fast like It's about to come out of my chest. Is he going to ride on Della's way?
I look right at him as his helmet, which is straight to where I am. He's not moving, but his bike is on. He's not coming for Della.
I turn my body in his direction and walk down to the porch——he's not moving.
I walk to the walking path——he's not moving.
"You…" I say lightly, and I stop walking. "This is private property," I shout. He stays still. "You are not allowed to—" His head moves. "I'll call the police," I say. "You better leave my street now," I say again. I don't know if my voice is steady, but my hands and legs are shivering so badly.
Then the headlight turns on. I step back slowly to the porch and grab a pole to guide me as my eyes lock on him. I step up to the porch, watching him.
Vroommm.
Then, he rides away.
"Ha…haa…" I pant and quickly get inside my house, lock the door, and return to my room.
I pant heavily, not because I'm tired of running, but the breath of terror. I look outside at the window to see that he actually leaves. When I see no sign, I immediately close the window and curtain.
I rest my body on the bed. "Fuck…it hurts." I cry out while touching my left leg.
The next day after school, I go to the field back at the academy to see Tytas; since the next big game is coming up, he has to focus on training himself and his team members. He keeps driving me back to my home and here, so I think it's a bad idea to do all that, and I don't mind going back home by myself because it's always been this way for a long time. I decide to come down here to tell him because he insists on making that gesture, and he ignores everything I say, so here I am on the field, full of horses.
Tytas on his black horses is the best view. He notices me, quickly gets off the horseback, and runs to me. The other team members see their captain behave this way, which stuns them and creates a sound of cheering from behind. And I see Vik on his shiny horse, which is elegant, not like the rider.
"Hey, I'll go change," Tytas says. He's about to run back inside, but I hold his hand.
"No, I don't want you to drive me back today," I say.
He's shocked and walks to me. "I can take you home. It's okay."
"You have to practice, Tytas. I don't want you to drive around and waste your time."
"No, I'm not wasting time…I can take you." He insists like a stubborn kid. "It's not even 5 minutes, Zia." He says with a bit of dazzling eyes.
"I know…but your team needs you…I don't want to be a girl who makes the team lose, hehe." I say with a tease. His facial expression still does not feel easy. "I have to go to someplace as well."
"Where?" He asks.
"Garage, to check on my car," I say, but my answer makes him even more upset. "It's okay, really. You should go back to practice." I glance over his body. He turns his head to look and quickly back to me.
I smile and pull my hand back. I'm about to leave, walking away from the field. I hear footsteps from behind so fast that my hand is pulled back.
"Zia…" Tytas calls my name lightly, but his face doesn't look good.
And then, he leans forward as he pulls me into him, and he kisses me. He kisses me harder, and his right hand grabs my waist against his body. His top is so tight that I can feel his hard abs. "Ha…" I gasp my air, then his lips press mine again, with his left hand holding my face so as not to lean back from him.
"HEYY!! Are you guys making a porn!?" Vik shouts, and people make a sound.
Tytas tongue is still on mine, also his lips that are sucking my lipstick away.
"Are you gonna practice or not, for fuck sake!" Vik shouts again.
He pulls back a little. "Ha—I'm sorry," Tytas says softly. I…I know you say you want to take it slow, " he says, ignoring the guys behind him. I look at him, and his lips turn a bit pinkish. I hold his face and hold him down to kiss.
I kiss his lips gently as I put my tongue inside his mouth. "Ha…umm." He makes a little sound, holds me tighter, and then I pause.
"Fuck…" He says.
I smile at him and am ready to leave. "I'll call you." He says.