A call
"It was impossible looking elsewhere when my view jammed your sexy moves" he praises causing me to redden even in my Almond skin cool undertone.
That was a straight forward flirt for my inscrutable countenance.
"I'm flattered" I respond unfitting myself in his grasp not wanting to look cheap like the girls he comes across, which he notices and pulls away.
"What do you want?" I question trying to balance myself, stumbling on my fitness but he helps in positioning me to a decent figure by clamping my waist with his broad hand.
"Aww…that was close," I say breathing out a sigh of relief and he chuckles still not letting me go and we stare into each other's eyes.
"You seem new here…who did you come with?" he queries breaking the silence
"Uhh…Abi…Abigale" I reply still under the influence of liquor.
"Oh! I see"
"Excuse my manners. I'm Johns and you are?"
"N-Nice" I besotted
"Thanks, and…your name?"
"I said Nice is my name" I wrecked feeling a little mean over nothing.
"I don't think you should be here alone. We should get you a sit" he suggested understanding my situation.
Though I doubt he recognizes that my response was under my subconscious mind.
Immediately he tried leading me away, Abigale showed up bringing a wide grin on my face and I pull away forcefully from him to hug her saying "I miss you" finally pressing her soft skin against mine and she laughs doing the same.
Separating from the embrace, Johns acknowledges "I guess this is the lady you were talking about"
I don't reply to him as I unsteady my eyelids feeling myself into asleep.
"Yeah…certainly" Abigale responds for me while entangling my arm to support my unsteadiness.
"I'm Abigale" she introduces extending her hand and he looks at it with raised brows
"Wasn't certain she mentioned the right name till I heard it from you" he lets out and they giggle
"She told me she is called by the name Nice" he adds chuckling
"Yeah, she is. I was astonished as well when she told me"
He raises his brow then lines it in confusion "Nice as in Nice"
"Yeah" Abigale responds
"Wow!! This is a distingue and unique pick so far. I haven't heard anyone by that name in my 100decades of living on earth"
"What an irony" Abigale sounds and laughs softly followed by his snickering.
Intoxicated with alcohol to the extent of losing control over normal functions, I burst out into laughter bringing the attention of almost everyone around us.
"Ok. I think she should be brought to her dorm" John recommends
"That's why I'm here" Abigale finalizes releasing from our entanglement and I place my weight hand over the neck and she curses "Damn! You got bones over there despite your small skin"
"I could assist if you want"
"No John. That's ok. You've done enough by keeping her safe and more so that you can't enter the girls' dorm or territory. Thanks anyway"
"It was a pleasure" he responded as she slowly strolls me away from the party.
**
Walking through our dormitory corridors, was like moving past a zombie territory. There were maximum silence and cold breeze speeding through walls and everything within reminding me of the altitude of our environment.
Gently but surely we arrived at our dorm and she helps positioned me on my bed after turning on the light. And just as I supposed, the other girls were not yet back.
My head wasn't straight anymore so I didn't think of taking a bath. I was already very drunk, sleepy, and lazy.
Laying against my bed sheet, Abigale searched for my cover inside my trunk, found it, and helped pulled it over covering me completely from the cold temperature.
After doing that, she took off my shoes and said "Good night girl" which I responded with a hum totally shutting my lids.
**
"Nice…" a voice calls "Nice" it persists after Nice doesn't respond "Nice!" the last call wakes her up like a shock and she breaths out heavily sitting upright holding her chest with her right hand.
What the hell was that sound!? She asks herself opening her eyes wide and scanning her entire dorm in darkness since everyone was already asleep including Ada and Syrah who came in hours ago.
But Ada and Syrah are already in bed so who was calling? Furrowing her brows keeping her head high still expecting someone got up and said "I called" but all these were not exactly what she thought it was.
Maybe just some weird dream… she concludes breathing out satisfied then lays back in bed with her face staring at the ceiling before a worry hits her imagination knowing her bladder was full and needed liberation.
She's normally isn't scared of the dark but fear builds up from nowhere as she peeps through the darkroom one more time in a more detailed manner than the first.
Not able to bear the risk of wetting her bed, she swallows her fear and rises from bed moving towards the door but pause thinking
Should I wake Abigale up to see me off because I don't think I can walk through this corridor alone?
Shaking her head, she finalizes…
No…I should let her sleep. Waking her up won't be a wise thing to do and even if she was in my shoes, I won't be so pleased been worked up from slumber. Who knows what nice moment she's having now.
She gulps then takes off the little courage left holding the handle of her room door before sliding out.
Gazing an empty lighted corridor, she breaths out a little satisfied. She starts moving forward towards their restroom which is also their bathing room.
She moves so fast with less noise avoiding to wake others up. Sliding past some dorms, she hears girls chatting and laughing maybe about the party, she doesn't really care though she had a partially good time.
I guess I'm not the only one awake. This feels relieving to the mind.
Arriving at the restroom, she comes across a girl with dark hair living in the room giving her access to it though they had enough.
After easing herself, she watching her hands in the bath top not staring at her reflection but on drying her wet hands, her eyes jam the same girl she met when trying to get into the restroom on the large mirror.
To be continued…