''Meeting''

‘’Miss, are you okay? I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention. Are you alright? Please, say something!!’’
I was vaguely aware of the guy who was panicking above me. I just felt really dizzy. But not bad dizzy, it felt kinda good – like being high. But through the dizziness and my good high-like feelings in my head, I knew there was something very important I had to remember. Something vital my existence, something that was the core of my being.
Oh, ooh! The dizzy high feeling in my head, protecting me from feeling pain. Holy crap, I was healing!
I was healing in the middle of the streets from New York. I had to get up now and play my role: keep people from seeing my wounds and downplay my few-minutes-unconsciousness. But the dizziness just felt so good!
Ugh, Peyton was right – I am addicted. But, with some effort, I was able to open my eyes. I stared right into a pair of dark brown, almost black, worried eyes. Relieve washed over them when he stared back. And, just before I began to sit up, I saw something else in them. Shock? That was weird.
I looked around me, the damage wasn’t that bad. My bike had survived it. Though not without a scratch.
‘’Are you okay?’’ the guy asked, worried again.
‘’I’m fine’’ I assured him.
He eyed me doubtfully, his stare lingering at the blood on my arm. I stretched my sleeve to cover the wound – it already looked to small for the amount of blood surrounding it.
‘’Are you sure about that?’’ he asked.
‘’Yeah, I’m tougher then I look. I can handle a little bump’’ I started to get up, wich wasn’t such a good idea. I felt dizzy again and stumbled forward, almost tripping over my own feet. He grabbed my arm and held me securely to his side – keeping me from falling.
‘’A little bump!’’ He said incredulous. I should have known I wasn’t going to get away with a blow it off attitude. He almost looked more worried then before. And he had still a little of the shock in his eyes. But not an after-shock from an accident – like this one – more a… happy-shock? Okay, now I was really getting delusional. I must still be a little high. My wounds had almost healed now.
So I stopped staring in his eyes, it wasn’t exactly helping me sober up. And tried to take in the scene around me. It was around midnight so there weren’t a lot of people on the streets. A bunch of wasted teenagers stumbled by, seeming not to be bothered by the strange accident scene or the broken car. Which was… weird.
Wait… broken car? My eyes lingered on the totally whacked car a few yards away from me. The front was sliced in half by a giant oak tree. The oak tree didn’t seem to be damaged at all – but the guy’s car wasn’t as lucky.
He followed my gaze. ‘’Don’t worry, it was a piece of wreck anyway.’’ He turned his attention back to me. ‘’Do you want me to take you to the hospital? I should have you checked, you lost a lot of blood.’’
He reached for my other arm and took it gently to examine my wound. I pulled back quickly. When he’d see my arm he wouldn’t see any mark on it, not the smallest of evidences from the accident. No human would overlook that. No human was going to except the fact that I didn’t have a scratch on me after a car accident. Especially a doctor.
‘’It’s okay. I wasn’t riding that fast, I could catch my fall with arms pretty well. I’ll just walk home, it isn’t that far.’’ My dizzy high was completely over now. When I’d be home again I’ll be as well as I always am.
I glanced at his face, he was deliberating with himself. Then I really looked at him, he was kinda cute. He was… different. Yeah, that was the word – handsome in his own way. A face outstanding from other faces, a face you didn’t forget easily.
His hair was the same dark brown, almost black, color as his eyes. But he wasn’t very dark, kind of pale actually. Though you could see he was descended dark-skinned ancestors, Indian probably. He was tall and muscular, but he wasn’t showy about it. Most guys I knew were showy about a lot less.
He looked very mature, maybe even wise. But there was also something boyish about him. You could see that in the dimples in his cheeks, and the brightness in his dark eyes. I realized that he was beautiful.
‘’I’ll walk you home.’’ He said, pulling me out of my thoughts.
If that was the only trouble I was gonna get, I’d take it. ‘’Okay.’’ I started walking. He followed swiftly.
‘’It’s just over the bridge and then five blocks to the right.’’ I clarified.
‘’That’s pretty far.’’ He disagreed with my earlier words.
I didn’t respond. I was imagining the warm shower I’ll take at home. Then I’ll make some hot chocolate with whipped cream, put on my pajamas, and nestle myself on the couch with a thick blanket.
‘’I’m Evan, by the way.’’ Pulling me out of my thoughts again. Jeesh, what’s wrong with me? Was I too tired to even keep up a suitable conversation.
I shook the hand he held out. ‘’I’m Kate''.