A Forbidden Name - Part 6

I complete my, my, ....., my what?

I don't know.

I am here awake and someone is playing Enchanted in the room beside mine. And.......
"And it was enchanting to meet you"

I gotta go.

I bang on the door of Ella and she opens up lip syncing the lines before the God chorus. I join her. That's it.
And we blast it up.

-

Ah, this is so fun. We spread out on bed after a sweaty dance and breaking and screaming with clenched fists without making a sound.

"Today's Monday, right?" I ask her while we both lay looking at the celing.
"Yeah."
"Gotta go to literature class today."
"Anything?" She says narrowing her eyes.
I know she knows, and she knows I know she knows. Lol.
"First lecture" I say placing a pretty plastic smile.

I get out and wave at her before leaving and she shows me the antenna sign, and I leave the door open.
Thats the worst. Right there.
I can hear her "urgh" after but before I disappear behind my door.

-

It's a bright sunny day and I'm wearing crocs today. Not still a child, but a matured girl who knows what she likes.
I get out in the sun with my boaters on and march to the classroom and it's so long.

On the way i don't see any bullies lingering in the shadows. It's a perfect day. Can it get ruined somehow? Maybe.

I enter my first class of the uni and the hall is so damn big. Obviously it will be. Its a uni. I head to the 4th row and sit in the corner most seat. I dont like to be budged out of my place, as anyone who wants to sit can sit at the edge seat of the big 3 seater bench.
I look around and find these few students either talking or eating or studying or on their phones. It's a usual sight. Nothing exciting. Should it be? I don't know.

Do I know anything? that also idk.
Idk that idk? Maybe.

-

A while after the professor comes in dark baggy jeans and a casual sweater, hanging from his right shoulder. His hairs are a bit tangled and a mess and I think he must be in his 30s.
After keeping firmly the books on the podium, he introduces himself as someone having an experience of 5 year in teaching and goes on with his rant about the chapter 1.

I stay, make notes and was about to leave after the end when I see someone struggling to get through the crowd on the door. Everybody is leaving while he is searching for someone.
Maybe, me?

I pack my bag and take my first step out of the bench when he stands in front of me with the hankey of last night.
I know. It's me. He's the same boy.

I never knew his eyes were dark blue. Obv how could I in the dark. His hairs are blonde and there are brown splashes on the fringes. The style everyone admires, do they?

"Thankyou" I say first looking at the hankey and then at the boy.
"No, no, I should be thankful." He says with eyes, you get it?

Everyone is leaving so he's getting pushed at the back by everyone's bag. I motion him to come inside and we sit at the bench while waiting for everyone to leave. Immediately. Please.

I fold and unfold the hankey looking for any odd mark but there isn't. It's the same as before. All clean and done.
Then I look at the boy who's been following my eye.

"What's your name though?"
"Markus. You can call me Jeff. Everyone does and idk why. Maybe i look like someone who should have the name Jeff instead of Markus." He chuckles a bit but not like proving that he's laughing. He looks forward to everyone leaving but I am just looking at him.

Idk why but i think i have seen him before. Or do I feel like this around everyone? Maybe.
Is my life maybe? Maybe.

I laugh at my thought and he looks at me as if i just made up a secret from him.
"What is it?" He says smiling and when i look at him, I think i know that smile.
My smile then faints and it is as if I am consumed by something. Really. Lost.

I stare at him for a second before he snaps his fingers and brings me back to reality.
"What?" He's now making fun of me.

"Nothing." And without turning back a flat face into a smile, I get up and hop over the front bench and march out to the door.
He must be thinking as if i am a ninja player. Maybe i am.

I just didn't feel good around him. So I thought i should leave.

But I stop at the brim of the door and look at him sitting right where he was without moving a single bit and ask loudly, and this echos through the walls-
"How's your leg now?"
He smiles before answering. "Its fine.
He's leaning with his back bent and I guess I haven't still recognized his height and I think he is much taller than me because he already was when I was sitting next to him.
"Fine." I say turning and leaving out the door.

A weird convo? Maybe.