Chapter Twenty-Four. 

            On Monday’s Justin had Biology from ten to eleven and normally he likes me to meet him after class so we can hang out some more so I decided to waste some time since it was only ten fifteen and headed over to Starbucks so I could get my usual – a chai tea – before I headed into the library to study for my literature essay. It’s been driving me crazy and I’m the biggest procrastinator known to mankind so of course it’s due in two days and I haven’t written a single word down. It’s not my fault though when Justin always distracts me.

            Last week when I had to go back over to Justin’s house so I could sleep with him I’ve never been so scared in my entire life. It’s not like I’m attached to him yet or that I’m addicted to him I don’t think it’s just that I love being around him and I love spending my time with him. Being in love with him isn’t a question but the matter of fact is that he is more in love with me than I am in love with him and as he’s trying to take things fast I’m trying to slow them down but it’s like I couldn’t. When I crawled into my bed in the dorms that night and he wasn’t there to look at and he wasn’t there to hold it felt like a piece of me was missing and I’ve never felt like that before. I’ve always been independent and I’ve always kept my distance from people but I can’t with him because he’s already marked his spot. He’s already here.

            Opening up the door to the library, I made my way past the endless amount of bookshelves towards the back until I found an open table and sunk down into the chairs so I could get to work. I have to keep my mind off of Justin for the sake of my grades because if I don’t do well and if I god forbid fail one test I will be off the deans list and I can kiss my scholarship goodbye. There is no way in hell I’m taking any chances.

            For the next half hour I indulged myself in reading about famous poets to try and find one to write about and finally decided on Edgar Allan Poe after I came across a poem that shockingly moved me more than I thought it would. It was a perfect one for me and I could interpret it extremely well and writing an essay to relate it to my life would be more than easy. Easier than I thought it would be so I began to write and just as I was halfway through writing the first line of the poem, someone sat down across from me and I lifted my head up only to see a familiar face, one that I’ve seen around a couple times before but couldn’t put my finger on a name.

            “Can I help you?” I asked rather irritatingly. It’s not that I was trying to be rude but you don’t exactly just sit down at an empty table when there are plenty others to sit at.

            “Sorry for interrupting.” He apologized, sending me a warm smile. “I’m in your Literature class with you and I just figured I’d ask if you happened to know when it was due? I completely forgot to write it down.”

            “Oh um, yeah. It’s due on Wednesday. You haven’t started yet either?”

            We both laughed and he helped himself, reaching into his backpack and lying a notebook out in front of him so he could flip to an empty page. I wasn’t exactly expecting to have a study partner but I didn’t mind I guess.

            “I guess you could say that, yeah. I’m not really good at the whole English thing and never was. When I heard Ms. Evans speak the word poets I completely lost interest.”

            “Some poems are actually very good you know. Not all of them are boring.”

            “Maybe. Rumor has it you’re extremely smart so if I beg and plead is there any chance that you could help me?”

            That made me roll my eyes and I tapped my pen on my notepad, debating on whether or not to actually help him. He never once even told me his name and it’s not like I’d be flirting with him because okay, he’s extremely attractive, but Justin’s more attractive to me. Justin’s just something else.

            “You haven’t even told me your name yet.”

            “Luke.” He responded, brushing the tips of his blonde hair up with his fingertips. “It’s nice to meet you Reina.”

            “Ah, so you’ve heard of me?”

            “Yes I have. Please help me.”

            “Chill!” I laughed, passing the textbook over to him. “I’ll help but you have to pick a poem first. That textbook has a list of poets and you can go on your phone and Google some of their poems if you want. Don’t be shitty and pick a random one. In order to write a good essay the poem you pick has to be relatable.”

            Taking the textbook off of the table, he began to flip through the pages and I began to write more of my essay, ending up getting it a quarter of the way done when he finally passed his phone over to me and pointed to a poem.

Love After Love

The time will come

When, with elation,

You will greet yourself arriving

At your own door, in your own mirror,

And each will smile at the other’s welcome,

And say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was yourself.

Give wine. Give Bread. Give back your heart

To itself, to the stranger who has loved you

All your life, whom you ignored

For another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

The photographs, the desperate notes,

Peel your own image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life.

            “I don’t know.” He said quickly, taking his phone back. “It’s by Derek Walcott.”

            “I love this.” I replied, sending him another smile. “Can you relate to it?”

            “More than you’d think.”

            “Do you even understand what it means?”

            “Well what I’m getting from it is that instead of loving others and giving them your time and your attention you need to love yourself first. It’s about accepting yourself for who you are I think. Am I right?”

            “And you said you were bad at English…” I teased, taking the book back. “How can you relate to it?”

            His piercing blue eyes went down to the paper before he brought them back up to mine and for a second I thought he was going to tell me but he tapped his pencil on his notepad like I did a couple of seconds ago instead and let out a sigh.

            “Doesn’t matter. I just can relate to it.”

            “Fair enough. In order for me to help you write this though I think I’m going to need a general idea.”

            “Well which one did you pick?”

            He had a lot of questions and he was beginning to get on my nerves because he just kept avoiding the one I had for him but instead of calling him out on it I just let out another sigh and unlocked my phone so I could read it back to him.

“From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were – I have not seen

As others saw – I could not bring

My passions from a common spring –

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow – I could not awaken

My heart to Joy at the same tone –

And all I lov’d – I lov’d alone –

Then – In my childhood – In the dawn

Of a most stormy life – was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still –

From the torrent, or the fountain –

From the red cliff or the mountain –

From the sun that ‘round me roll’d

In it’s autumn tint of gold-

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by-

From the thunder, and the storm –

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view.”

            When I finished speaking he just stared at me for a couple of seconds and when I started to give him a confused look he just cleared his throat and looked back down at his textbook again before I decided to say something.

            “Edgar Allan Poe.” I said. “It’s called Alone.”

            “What does it mean?”

            “Basically I think he’s meaning that he never really fit in anywhere as a child and then when he grew up he wanted to figure out the meaning of his life and he wanted to figure out why he was even put here. He felt different from the rest because his childhood wasn’t like others and he felt different because he was always so deep and he was always trying to figure out the meaning of life because he’s always felt so alone.”

            For whatever reason I felt like I was telling my life story by telling him the definition of this stupid poem but he didn’t seem to really catch onto anything. He just nodded his head and looked at me again with a different expression this time. I couldn’t decipher what it was.

            “Well it’s beautiful.” He finally said. “I really like that.”

            “Oh my god.” I groaned, finally realizing what time it was when I looked at my phone. “I gotta go.”

            Rising from the chair, I began to pack my things at a rapid speed and he looked confused as he watched me in a tizzy. Justin was most likely waiting for me at his class and I was already ten minutes late. I’ve never exactly been late before but hopefully he won’t be upset with me.

            “I need help though.” He repeated. “I won’t be able to finish.”

            “I know, I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m supposed to meet my boyfriend right now because he just got out of class and we already have plans made. What about if we meet here tomorrow? I know its kind of last minute but I can help you do the whole thing then when I have time actually planned out for it.”

            “Uh, yeah.” He nodded. “That sounds fine. Is ten okay? Thanks for your help Reina, really.”

            “Ten’s fine and it’s honestly not a problem. I’ll see you then!”

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             By the time I got to his class I was relieved to see him backed up against the wall right by the door as he stared down at his phone. He was probably waiting for a text from me or something but when he heard my boots clatter on the pavement he glanced up and smiled from ear to ear, something I’ll probably never get tired of.

            “You showed up.” He smirked, reaching his arms out for me. “Started to think you bailed.”

            “Who’d want to bail on you? They’d be crazy to.”

            His lips pressed against mine and I intended it to be a quick one but in no way shape or form was it that. Instead he gripped onto the sides of my leather jacket and pulled me more up against him, slipping his tongue into my mouth so we could go into a make-out session. The way he makes me feel is completely unexplainable and after another three minutes or so of doing nothing but making out, I pulled away and left a couple of kisses down his neck before I interlocked our fingers together and pulled him towards the campus exit.

            “I’m so into you Reina.” He laughed in disbelief almost. “It’s kind of ridiculous.”

            “Yeah and you’re kind of sappy. Has anyone ever told you that?”

            He lurched towards me to try and wrap me in his arms but I jogged a little bit ahead of him and erupted into giggles until he caught up with me finally and just rolled his eyes. He knows I feel the same way but it’s a rare occasion when I actually open up about my feelings. It only happens really late at night when I’m tired or when I’m really upset about something.

            “Here.” He said sweetly, taking my leather knapsack for me. “I’ll carry that for you.”

            My heart swelled at the sweet gesture and I swear my cheeks turned pink for a second from how romantic he was being. Five months ago he never would have been like this and he never would have lifted a finger for me. Now he’s doing whatever he can and worshipping the ground I walked on. I’m not so sure I liked how he was acting like my servant but the nice gesture he just did certainly boosted points in my book.

            “That earned you a blowjob.” I said, his mouth dropping open for a second. “A really good one.”

            “Yeah?” He asked.

            “Yeah. Maybe two.”

            “Well I’ll certainly keep that in mind. Hey, why were you so late today?”

            “My library session went a little over. I was trying to finish my essay and then this kid that’s in the same class needed help so I told him I would and lost track of time. On the plus side I got it like a quarter of the way done though.”

            It was silent for about thirty seconds after I said that but he didn’t ever let go of my hand. We just continued to walk and when I looked over at him to see what he’d say he just nodded his head with his jaw clenched a little.

            “Oh.” He replied. “Well that’s good. I’m sure you’ll ace it baby.”

            “Hopefully. I’m a little nervous because I have to relate this poem to my real life and everything and talk about my parents. I don’t have to present it or anything but my professor’s going to read it.”

            “Reina anything you write for school is always amazing and even though it’ll be hard to write about I know it’ll come together and that professor is going to love it. Can I read it once you’re finished?”

            Times like this are the times I am so grateful to have him in my life because not many boyfriends out there are like this. Not many of them actually care about what you have to say and actually support you through everything but he always knows exactly what to say to make me feel better and he always knows how to calm me down. He’s everything I need and more.

            “Thank you.” Was all I could manage to get out even though I wanted to say so much more. “I really love you Justin.”   

            We were at the house now and he was still holding my bag for me, which I thought was adorable because he wasn’t embarrassed by what his friends thought. As soon as the door opened it was silent and that was an extremely odd thing for this house. There’s usually always someone here.

            “Late classes.” Justin answered for me. “Colby’s probably sleeping.”

            “Well good. C’mon.”

            Pulling on his hand, I began to drag him up the staircase and he just started to laugh when we got into his room. He knew exactly why I brought him up here and as I pushed him back with my hands towards the bed he sent me a little smile.

            “Sit.” I said, sinking to my knees on the floor.

            He sat down and I un-buttoned his jeans, shuffling him out of them before I began to sensually kiss his stomach so he’d get turned on before I started. I moved my tongue across his skin and I trailed it along his happy trail as my hand held his t-shirt up against his chest and he just stared down at me when the most intense expression on his face. This was exactly why I loved to do this.

            “You treat me way too good.” He sighed, resting back on his elbows.

            “I completely think it’s the other way around Justin.”

            Sinking my fingertips into the waistband of his briefs, I pulled those down too and grasped him in my hand, running my thumb around the top of him, which completely drove him crazy. Not even seconds later his head titled back and he became hard in my hand, my mouth beginning to kiss down him to tease a little bit further.

            “My god…” He moaned, fidgeting underneath my touch. “Reina.”

            “Hm?” I teased. “Does it feel good?”

            I stuck my mouth back on him  for another ten minutes or so and let him move in and out of my mouth so he could get it exactly how he wanted it, me gagging slightly when he went too far down but that seemed to turn him on even more because he let out another moan and pulled the hair away from my face so I could finish him off.

            “Fuck!” He seethed, releasing himself into me. It amazed me how quickly he came for me and how much I really affected him.

            Breathing heavily, he landed onto his back on the bed and just ran his hands over his face as I rested my head on his thigh and smiled up at him. I wanted to do this because he deserved to know how amazing he is and how incredible he treats me. He can’t expect me to not want to at least somewhat re-pay him for it.

            Justin never usually said anything after sex for a couple of minutes. He normally just sat there to try and calm himself down and I was the one to do something first. This time was the same because I crawled on top of him and started to leave little kisses down his neck, which made him close his eyes and let out another sigh.

            “I love youuuu.” I whispered. “So much.”

            “Yeah and I love you more Reina.” He replied, kissing the top of my head. “That’s what’s scaring me the most.”

A/N:

YAAAAS I LOVE JEINAAAAA.

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