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Miracles: Grey Eyed Boy In Disguise

Growing up my mother taught me that miracles were real. After watching countless movies as a child I was fixated that princesses always had a happy ever after, animals could talk and plants were actually magical homes for mystical creatures. In my mind, these were all facts and it didn't help my parents made my first and middle name based on princesses from fairytales. I would run around the house like a lunatic with a magic wand in my hand, spouting bipidi-bapadi-boo all day long. My father used to have the best time watching me until my mother thought it was best I learned the truth about our world when I was young rather than being shocked into reality. They sat me down, my six-year-old body cocooned between them. That day my parents explained to me that there were no talking animals, no mystical creatures bustling in beanstalks or abnormally sized peaches, and no happy endings. My six-year-old self not being able to retain all this information with open arms began to worry. So I asked them the question that was tugging on my little beating heart.

"Does that mean there is no magic at all?"  They both smiled down at me like I was the most amusing thing they've ever seen and maybe I was but at the time I didn't know it. My mother was the one to speak.

"There is magic here in our world but we like to think of them as miracles."

Giving her puzzled look I ask what a miracle was and to this day I carry her words with me like a locket around my neck.

"A miracle is a gift given to you by faith. But miracles don't happen just because you ask for one. You have to be patient and when faith deems fit, it will give you your miracle. But you have to know how to use your gift to it's greatest extent. Only you can make the use of this magic good or bad."

Being six didn't, I didn't understand her words completely but as time groomed me and life raised me I understood.

Right now my miracle must've been a tall and lean blacked hair man with grey eyes I've never been more delighted to see. Ignoring Hagen's question I lock eyes with Logan and call out to him. His eyes quickly find mine but don't hold their gaze because he's too busy giving a confused look at Hagen.

He attempts to call out my name and my fear jolts me to life, cutting him off before he can.

"What're you doing here," I ask him. He stands still next to Hagen giving him a look I can't decipher before giving his attention to me.

"I was stopping by to see someone." He looks at Hagen again who is still looking at me intently. I tuck a loose strand of hair behind ear avoiding his gaze. "What're you doing here?"

For a moment I think he's speaking to me but when my eyes pay him a visit his entire body is directed towards Hagen. I gulp the nervous chunk I feel growing in my throat. If I play my cards well enough I'd be able to get out of this situation without Logan blowing my cover and Hagen knowing my name. Hagen who finally decides to take his skeptic eyes off of me gives Logan a warm smile.

"Nothing, I just spotted..." he stops his words short, giving me an evil smile. It takes me a few seconds to catch up and understand what he's doing when he attempts forcing the words  I was so desperately trying to run away from. "That's right, I still don't know your name."

He's waiting for my answer. I can see it on his face but I can also see he doesn't even know what to expect because he can feel something. He just doesn't know what it is. The same way I felt when we first met. I know that if I lie about my name it would go downhill from there. Not only would Logan give it away but I attended the same school as him, he was bound to figure it out sometime. Besides, as soon as he hears it and knows I was lying he will recognize me. Why else would anyone lie about their name? Despite the logic I tried to indulge I couldn't find it in me to say it.  Thankfully my miracle didn't allow me to.

"No offense man but I'm pretty sure if Sarah saw you escorting some random girl to the dorms she'd have you dead. I know your intentions but I don't think she will."  Logan takes a large step in my direction covering me from Hagen's line of vision and takes my bags from my hands. "I'll handle it from here. Thanks for the help though."

Hagen lets out a defeated sigh when I let out one of relief. He nods his head before stalking off in the other direction and my soul finally retreats back into my body. I feel like I've been living outside of my self and finally made it back home. The ground feels solid again and I'm beginning to get in touch with my surroundings. Logan walks past me and I give his back a thankful smile. I know he can't see me and I know I can't explain but my body feels the urge to thank him in some way. I guess a hidden smile and argument free stroll up to my dorm should suffice. I run after him and watch him lead even though he still doesn't know where my dorm room is. I grip the string from the top part of my white sundress and fiddle with it between my fingers. Abruptly, Logan turns around causing me to stop only a few inches before colliding into his chest.

"Here, I'm pretty sure you can manage the rest of the way." I pout as he hands me the bags.

"Why did you bother helping me if you were only going to ditch me in the end," I tell him, taking my bags from him.

He rolls his eyes before looking down at me. I curse his parents for being so tall before apologizing in my head. They were such nice people. "I told you I came here to see someone. Besides, shouldn't you say thank you."

I give him a baffled look and lift my bags in the air. " your right, thank you for all your useless help."

"Are you kidding me! I saved you, I seen how uncomfortable you were and I got you out of there."

I huff hating the fact he had a point but continue to disagree. "I'm the one who called you over if it weren't for me you would've walked right past me," I say matter of factly.

"Why were you so uncomfortable anyways?" He asks me.

"What?" My smirk falls not expecting those words to come out of his mouth. I didn't really have a response. I could lie but I knew I was terrible at it, I almost exposed myself for Christ's sake.

"Did he say something? Do anything? He has a girlfriend so it's best if you tell me."

"What! No! Of course not, he didn't do or say anything he was just trying to help me." I explain. His head turns to the side the way a puppy does when confused.

"Then why were you so nervous?"

I throw my hands up dropping my bags in exasperation. "I wasn't! Don't you have somewhere to be." I yell. Instead of answering me the way he usually does he walks away. I look up at the plain white ceiling above me and sigh. I wish my life could be as pure and clean as the color of the ceiling above me. Instead, I was an ugly grey. My life was muddled, ruining the perfect solid-color I once had.

I pick up my bags for what seems to be the twentieth time today and head for my room. I notice Logan is still in front of me, heading in the same direction. It's not until I'm standing in front of the same door as him do I realize something is not exactly right. He looks at me angrily, like I'm the one at fault here.

"Why the hell did you follow me here!" He shouts. I wince the volume of his voice swallowing me considering are close distance.

I scowl at him not appreciating his tone of voice even though I had just done the same thing moments ago. "Why on earth would I follow you! Your so full of yourself." I shout putting my hands on my hips.

"Then care to explain what you're doing here with me!" I close my eyes trying to dream him away. However I've learned the hard way that you can't dream the bad things away, you have to push them away yourself. I peek my eyes open and stand straight.

"Listen, Logan, I don't know why you're acting like your on your time of the month and to be honest I don't really care," I state poking at his chest. I don't know where my sudden surge of confidence came from, I could've sworn all I wanted to do was find my dorm and sleep but my body had other plans. "I didn't follow you here and as far as I'm concerned we have nothing to do with each other now that I'm out of your house."

His eyes look angry, his once calm grey orbs were now storm clouds ready to unleash their fury. Before either one of us can make move or spit a word the door in front of us opens.

A very tall brunette is standing in the door frame staring at the both of us. Well staring at Logan and now glaring at my finger that was still on his chest. I quickly pull my finger away and take a good look at her.

She was skinny, her tall frame making her legs look even longer than they already are. Her light brown hair that hung above shoulders in waves shaped her heart-shaped face wonderfully. To add on to her beauty she had lashes that would put even the most expensive flashes (fake lashes) to shame accentuating her honey brown eyes. She was gorgeous, model-worthy, I envied it. Any girl would I told myself still Struck by her beauty.

"Logan what the heck are you doing here, and who the heck is she." I Advert my gaze at her then towards Logan in curiosity. So this is who he was coming to see.

"Katie, please just let me explain. Let's talk. You have been ignoring me for a week, I gave you all the space you needed." he pleads, which was like watching pigs fly. I've known him for a short period of time, a week and a half. I had no idea he would be the type to beg. It was an eyesore.

My eyebrows shoot up in realization. So this was Katie. I'm sizing her once more when she catches me staring. I give her an embarrassed smile before clearing my throat.

"Who are you?" She says, well more like snarls. There go my chances of being friendly with my roomie.

I sigh managing to look up at her without being intimidated. "I'm Aurora, your roommate," I inform her.

She peers down, eyeing me from head to toe before opening the door a little wider for me I guess initiating for me to go in. I don't even bother looking at Logan who is still looking at Katie with longing in his eyes. I just pass her by and slide quietly into my room.

I take a breath of well-deserved air in, letting it play within my lungs bringing them to life. The room was small and plain. The only thing standing out being Katie's side of the room. I made a mental note to pick up somethings for my side to give it a little touch of me. Overall the dorm was ordinary but I was just happy to finally be here. No more asking for rides, no more need for help, and no more Logan. Hopefully, I could manage to avoid Hagen as well. It won't be easy but it's not impossible. As long as I keep a low profile I'll be fine.

Katie, who I'm presuming is Logan's girlfriend, walks into the room a scowl painted across her face. I shiver not wanting to be the one behind that look on her face. Her features were beautiful yet intimidating, the scowl she wore making her even more so. She's pacing the room running her fingers through her waves. I watch her silently trying to camouflage with the white wall and bedsheets. Sadly, I don't possess the ability of a chameleon and when her gaze snaps in my direction I freeze hoping there is a smile on my face.

"What is your name again." She demands.

"Aurora"

She squints like she's thinking about something. "Like after the princess?"

I nod embarrassed hoping she doesn't ask for my full name. "And what's your relationship with Logan."

"Logan?" I ask stupidly while pointing towards where he was standing not too long ago.

"Yea, Logan Foley. You had your hand on his chest."

I blush wanting to state it was my finger but decide against it. "Nothing, there is no relationship between us. His parents know my aunt and asked him to make sure he saw I got here alright."

She doesn't seem entirely convinced but sighs sticking out her perfectly manicured hand. I look at it like it might bite before placing my hand in hers. "Katie Marshall," She says giving my hand a firm shake.

Not knowing what to say I just give her a nod and begin to unpack my things. While taking out a stack of t-shirts the photos I had brought with me fall out. Katie picks them up and flips through them without permission. I didn't mind but still felt uncomfortable. It was as if the room revolves around her existence. It wasn't our room it was her room, it wasn't our bathroom it was hers, we weren't sharing the same air I was just breathing in the air she exhausted. It was crazy how much confidence and power a person could radiate, It made me wonder what vibe I gave off when people met me.

"Your boyfriend?" She asks me snapping me out of my thoughts. I look to see she's holding a photo of me and Brandon at the wedding. I couldn't help but smile missing one of my best friends. I haven't felt secure ever since I step foot out of Ohio. Brandon, Tiana, and aunt May they were my security blanket.

"No," I tell her taking the photos away from her, "just a really good friend."

She takes a step closer towards me now hovering above my shoulder as I tuck the photos away under my pile of shirts until I can buy them frames. " really, too bad he's hot."  Not wanting to face her as my curiosity gets the best of me; I continue to give her my back when I ask, "is Logan your boyfriend?."  Even though I knew the answer to my question I still asked wanting the conversation to divert from anything me related.

"Was." She scoffs.

That explains Hagen getting defensive when his mother allowed me to call her Lisa. He brought up a girl named Katie, I hadn't paid much attention at the time but after meeting the face behind the name I could see she isn't the sort of girl Mrs. Foley would take a liking to.

"Oh, so you guys broke up?" I ask, questioning her further but this time with my face forward.

Her face becomes tight and she folds her arms across her chest. "Not exactly. So if you have any ideas don't even think about it."  She says her snarl coming back.

I sigh, if only this girl knew the reality of me and Logan's friendship status. She would realize I wasn't a threat at all. If anything I'd have to become a constant in his life to become a potential threat and that wasn't a given option right now.

"I wasn't thinking about anything" I inform her reassuringly.

I pick up my handbag and book wanting to be out of the dorm suddenly even though I was practically pleading with the universe to get me in here. Now that I've met Katie I'm pleading the universe to let me out for an hour of relief. Besides, I told myself that this could be a good time to look around the campus.

When I open the door I see that Logan is still in the hallway that leads up to our room. He turns around as soon as he hears the door open a hopeful glint in his eyes. As soon as he sees that it's not the person he's looking for his body sulks, his shoulders falling in defeat as he tries to wipe away the irritation out of his face. I felt kind of bad walking past his skunked state. Pity getting the best of my heart I turn on my heel clinging my book to my chest. Biting my lip nervously I gently tap him on his back. He's giving me a look of question when I find my voice underneath all the reasons telling me to walk away.

"It's probably best you don't wait out here." Taking a deep breath I continue, "I'm going to walk around campus if it'll help you can join me. We can talk about it or not talk at all it's all up to you."

"Why the hell would I want to do that. Can't you see I'm busy." He tells me crudely.

I flinch not hurt by his words but at my stupidity. I stand up straighter covering up the hurt I was actually feeling. "Fine suit yourself, it's my fault for actually being decent with you." I start walking away from him and out of the door building when I feel a tug on my wrist.

"I'm sorry." He admits, his eyes soft and the creases from his glares gone.

"It's okay." I say not really meeting his eyes, "you don't have to join me if you don't want to I just thought you could use a moment of relief."

"I do." He says shortly.

I nod in understanding. "I mean you looked a little stressed out so it's understandable you would need that time alone." I ramble when he shakes his head stopping me from continuing.

"No, I mean I do want to join you."  My mouth falls agape forming an "o" shape. For a moment I felt touched the way I usually did when he managed to show me his rare moments of kindness.

"Then lead the way." He drops my wrist, which I hadn't noticed up until now was still in his hand.

The weather is still very much as sunny and warm as it was when we left the house this morning. But thanks to all the trees that were disarrayed on campus we barley felt the heat the way we did this morning or else I'm sure I wouldn't hear the end of it from Logan. I throw a silent thank you to every tree we pass by.

Our stroll has gone on in silence. I didn't bother saying anything and I don't think he had the mental energy to provide conversation.  Since I was the one to get him out here I should also be the one to speak.

"Hey, Logan, are you okay? Do you maybe want to talk about it all?"  I ask cautiously.

He spares me a glance before continuing to look forward our steps falling in perfect harmony. I can't help but look down at our legs as they follow the synced rhythm of right and left.

"I'm fine, nothing to say." He shoves his hand in the front pockets of his black jeans.

I sigh knowing I'm going to sound like a hypocrite as soon as I speak but it's the hypocrites who know exactly what they are talking about.  "It's best if you say what you want to say out loud. It's not going to help if you just pin up all this anger. If you're worried about my opinion or me telling anyone well then I'd like to have you know I don't really have any friends." I tell him wishing I could take my own advice.

"I know you won't say anything, I can tell your not the type to open your mouth spreading peoples business." He tells me.

I'm about to ask him why he won't tell me if he believes that's true when he stops me short.

"I'm pissed! Pissed at myself! Pissed at her! I get it I'm not the best when it comes to containing my anger but if you saw your boyfriend dancing with another girl wouldn't you get pissed? I told her, I told her he has a thing for you and I told her that I didn't like it, but she didn't listen. So I beat the guy up but only because his hands went a little too low for my liking, dammit they shouldn't haven't even been on her at all!" His chest is heaving up and down like he just ran a marathon and never planned on stopping until his legs gave out.

I didn't really expect him to tell me. Logan seems to be the type of person that has a strong demeanor. He had a barrier that seemed hard to break and would confuse you into thinking he was doing fine by throwing you a smile or joke here and there. To hear him actually speak out and voice something with meaning, with a shot of him was shocking. It made me feel good, it made me feel better about myself. To see I could crack his wall, to be the one he opens up to free willing.

"Logan, I'm sorry." I didn't understand what I was feeling apologetic for. Was it because he was feeling angry and I couldn't anguish his flames due to my lack of experience in the dating domain or was it because I felt sorry for him. I had no clue what to say so I think about Tiana and what she would say and then decide against it. She wouldn't say anything to make him feel better, she would just turn this into a joke. Then my mind wanders off to aunt May and how she would comfort me.

"Don't you think that you both ended it for a stupid reason. If you guys were really meant for one another if you both wanted to make it work you would have."

"Are you shitting me it is not stupid, of course, we want to make this work."

I shrug my shoulders knowing I've made my point. If two people really wanted to make it work they would. If Katie really wanted to fix things she would be here with Logan right now.

"You and I both know that this runs deeper then your making it out to seem. You guys didn't break up only because of your jealousy, and until your both ready to face that I suggest you suck it up and face it yourself first." 

His breathing is regulated and back to normal now. He's looking at me with an emotion I'm not sure is comprehensible.

"You were able to make this prediction by meeting Katie once. You barely know her, hell you barely know me!"

"There is but coming I know it," I say with certainty.

Logan tugs on his black hair walking around in a circle, head in the sky. For a second I think he's lost his mind or that he might start arguing with me again but when his grey eyes meet my blue ones he gives me a sad chuckle.

" But your right and I hate it."

I give him a smile taking a step closer to him. "Keep this in mind Logan, I always am."

He rolls his eyes actually smiling this time. "Conceited ass" He retorts ruffling my brown hair ruining it. I groan and grab his hand trying to pry it off my head. "Anything else you want to say Aurora" we're both laughing and playfully teasing each other when a voice cuts the sweet sound of our laughter. A voice that suddenly makes the clear blue sky gloomy. A voice that once turned my laughter into cries.

"What did you just say?"

Hagen.

My hands are still holding Logan's hand on my head in fear. It pains me that his presence only carries that emotion with him, the boy that once made my heart race is the one that makes it run in fear. Logan takes notice of my jittery behavior and removes his hand from my head but doesn't let go before pulling me closer to his side. I look up at him gratefully.

Hagen marches up closer to us in anger. I know it's anger because I still remember the way his eyebrows would furrow causing a crease in between his eyes when he came after me through the halls of high school. It's like time was on his side because before Logan could say anything before he could make a move to protect me or get me out of the way Hagen snatches me from Logan's side gripping my arms painfully. I don't bother telling him to stop, I don't tell him it hurts, I don't even bother looking into his eyes because then any chance I had of getting out of this would diminish in thin air. Pop like a bubble before me. I would just jog memories that would destroy any chance I had at hiding my forsooth. He would just remember the little girl he victimized.

"He said Aurora, didn't he! Didn't he! Say something dammit!" He yells shaking my small body like a rag doll in his arms. My eyes are shut and I'm shaking in his grasp waiting for the world to finally give me my miracle. Waiting for the wind to whisper a solution in my ear, loud enough only for me to hear.

"What the hell is wrong with you man!" Logan shouts pushing Hagen off of me. He hides me behind his large build. Shakily, unawarely my hands grip his shirt. I can hear Hagen shouting like a mad man.

"Her name is Aurora isn't it !" Hagen grips Logan's shirt and I'm beginning to fear for his life and mine.

"Why are you so obsessed with knowing her name!" Logan shouts pushing him off of him ready to take another step towards him when I grip his shirt even tighter pulling him back.

"It's none of your damn business Foley just answer the damn question!" Their shouts started to ring in my ear, were they getting louder or were their voices fading? I couldn't tell. My lungs began to feel weak as if they were shrinking no longer able to support me. I could feel the world spinning even though I knew there was no way that was possible. I needed to make their shouts stop, I needed to make them stop.

In times of need, I never had anyone to run to. By the time my troubles arrived I was alone, everyone was gone. Until Aunt May came to me and treated my wounds as best as she could. I was like a bird with broken wings, I needed care and aunt May was there to provide me with it. She was home. She was the solution. Aunt May I thought, she's my solution.

Being vividly timorous I loosen my grip on Logan and step before him leaving him chapfallen and angry. I finally permit myself to look into the eyes of the one who ruined me, the man I destroyed, so he says.

"Aurora," I say my voicing wavering.

"What!" Hagen shouts causing me to flinch. Logan wraps his hand around my arm ready to pull me out of his direction but I stand firm despite the wave of dizziness begging to tackle me down.

Taking a deep breath with aunt May on my mind I say with aplomb, "my name is Aurora Taylor"

"That suffice your psycho obsession asshole!" Logan shouts behind me.

Hagen's face falls "Aurora."

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