Breaking Boundaries

Chapter 6 - Window Interaction

   "Maya! Here!" A voice chimes, catching me off guard. I gradually walk over, and sit down at the very back with Cara in front of me. She turns around and quizzes me.

"What happened to you? You look like someone dumped you into a trash can and left you out all night," she laughs. Subconsciously, I pull my arms up and smell my pits.

"Do I smell that bad?" I frown.

"No, girl. You just look like shit. No offense." I would say non-taken but I actually am taking this as an offense. What's wrong with my hair up in a messy bun, an oversized shirt and jean shorts? I have no makeup on like her. Compared to me, she looks like a Barbie doll. On cue, Jason strides in and sits next to Cara and they talk.

I don't think I look like shit but I certainly feel like one. I hardly slept last night. Why, I'm not sure. I zone out twice before my brain picks up something and electricity shoots through me. I hear faint footsteps before I see him. The door opens and in he walks. We have ten minutes until class begins so the chit chat in the classroom continues.

"God, he's delicious," I hear a girl say. Klaus puts his bag to the side and sits by the computer to do something.

"Yeah. I heard he has the whole school following a trail behind him. Even the lady teachers here. They're practically drooling over him," another one says.

"I mean look at him. He can put even Channing Tatum to shame. I'm just saying. He can put the hottest Greek God to shame." We all look at him. Subconsciously, I finger the hem of my shirt as a distraction.

"Anatomy is going to be bomb," Cara adds. Klaus looks at his watch, and gives us a little bit more time to chat.

"Alright class. Fun time is over." His voice brings complete halt in the class. He glances around as if he's searching for someone and when they land on mine, he pauses. Our eyes connect once again and a dark blush creeps over me. Why does it have to be like this?

The class begins.
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HUMAN ANATOMY is strange. It's a wonder how our bodies work. I turn pages after pages of my Anatomy book to try to at least get a little bit of knowledge. I can take in some but not all. I may be good in English but anything else is traitorous to me.

I lean my head against my window and sigh. Our first homework is to read a whole page on any anatomical part of the body and remember it for a future presentation topic. My head hurt. Sighing, I climb off of my bed and venture down to the kitchen to make me a cup of tea.

A chiming sound from my phone brings my attention towards it. I pick it up only to realize it's an email. From Professor, Klaus Benton. I walk back up to my bedroom, place my cup down, and open my email.

Afternoon, class. There will be no class Thursday. Make sure for Tuesday, you all write me a paragraph on one Literature character. I want it in depth. See you all in Tuesday.
     —Klaus Benton.

Canceled class. And literature character? I turn and look out the window. My neighbor wasn't anywhere in sight, but if I was going to work on this, I wanted to know exactly what he meant by character depth. I could have easily googled up what he meant, but then that would steal away the fun. Klaus Benton had a personal email for each student, and it intrigued me. It even told me to personally email him for anything.

So what do I have to loose? I fired up my email and questioned him as if I really didn't know what he was talking about. I kind of did, but then I didn't. So technically I wasn't lying. Within seconds his reply flashed through my phone.

-Best advice I can give you? Lady Macbeth. Come to think of it, I'm sure you've heard of her. I did, but I wasn't going to let him know that. What in the world am I doing? My fingers had a mind of its own. I wanted to say, "you're right, I've heard of her," but...

-No, sir. I actually never heard of her.  I press enter and immediately regret. I'm expecting something like, "Google it. It will tell you." I put my phone to my lips, nervously, and it vibrates. I don't want to check because it's obvious. There is such thing as Google. But I do it anyways. My eyes light up.

-What do you think is the right thing to do to look it up? Google it. He doesn't say it but I think that's what he means. Right? I bite my smile away as I type. Oh boy. I'm in deep.

-One on one? I put my phone down and wait. Did I cross the line already? I don't get a response, and I truly feel like I crossed the line. I turn around, and open my window. To my utter surprise, he's there.

On his balcony, leaning over. Okay. Go ahead, and tell me no. I'm fine with that. I expect that out of him. But all I get is a tilt of his head, motioning for me to make a move. He didn't say anything through words, but I see it. In his eyes, telling me two small words.

Come over.

And my feet moves on it's own.

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