chapter Twelve
I found Olivia and Raisa at the park, seated on a wooden bench, observing the commotion going on around them.
“You clean up nicely,” Raisa teased me.
I flushed and stuck my tongue out at her. I’d tried not to go overboard since we were hanging out at the park. I’d chosen tight dark blue jeans, a thin white sweater, and matching beige boots and purse. Plus, I had combed my hair until it shone and applied black mascara to accentuate my dark green eyes.
I sat beside them. “What did I miss?”
“Nothing much,” Olivia answered. “The graduate students are running around like crazy setting up the stands and organizing the games. We’re laughing and gossiping.”
I rolled my eyes.
“He was there a few minutes ago.” Raisa pointed toward a white stand not too far from where we were. “I think it’s where you can donate blood.”
I nodded and remained quiet, my hands pressed hard against my thighs to stop their trembling from spreading through my whole body.
The girls fell into easy conversation—and gossip—while I scanned the surroundings, looking for Victor.
Twenty minutes later, there was still no sign of him.
“I guess he isn’t coming back,” I said, my spirit sinking. I turned to the girls. “Thanks, though, for calling me.”
“It’s okay, Nad.” Raisa patted my hand. “We know you would have done the same for us.”
I smiled. “Yeah, I sure would.”
“I’m glad to know that,” Olivia said. “But you shouldn’t move. He’s back and he just saw you.” I froze. My heart flipped as she watched something past my shoulder with a smile. “Don’t turn yet. Keep talking to us as if you didn’t know he was here.”
“Okay,” I whispered, feeling my palms sweating. “At least tell me what he’s doing.”
“Staring at you,” Raisa said, pretending to scan around nonchalantly.
“He is?”
Olivia nodded. “Yeah. I think he’s trying to focus on helping out, but every few seconds he glances at you.”
“Oh God.” I was shaking. Raisa held my hand. “What do I do? Should I wave if our eyes meet?” I felt like I was thirteen again. Getting mushy over a guy. But this was Victor. Or at least the real-world equivalent of Victor.
“I dunno.” Olivia stood. “How is it when you two meet?”
“Good question. It was weird,” I said, hoping to deviate from the topic. “We’ve never had an actual conversation. Mostly, we snap at each other.”
“Really?” Her brows moved up. “’Cause the way he’s looking at you, I would say he’s at least curious about you.”
Curious might be the right word. After all, I could weirdly lessen his pain and dizzy spells with a simple touch. But curiosity wasn’t good enough.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have come.”
“No, stay here.” Olivia held her hand out to stop me. “I’m gonna go buy coffee for us. At least stay until I get back so Raisa won’t be alone.”
Raisa turned her hazel eyes to me, batting her lashes, and I laughed.
“All right,” I agreed, watching as Olivia rushed to the nearest coffee shop. I was crazy about coffee. “What’s he doing now?”
“Carrying and opening boxes.” Raisa smiled. “He just looked at you again.”
“Oh God,” I turned, relaxing against the back of the bench and looking for Victor.
There he was, with a utility knife in his hand, opening a large box. His head was lowered and his messy hair fell over his face. I was used to the Victor with non-messy hair, but I had to admit, the hair-over-the-eyes look was totally hot. In fact, he looked handsome in jeans, a burgundy polo, and a brown suede jacket.
And yet, he was oblivious to the many girls staring at him, crazy to have his attention—me included.
Raisa broke through my thoughts. “You’re doing that thing again.”
“What?”
“The thing with your hair.” She pointed her chin to me and, looking down, I found my index finger coiling a strand of my hair.
“Oh,” I muttered, untangling my finger and crossing my arms. Raisa laughed.
When I glanced at him, he was staring at me. My heart fluttered, but he averted his eyes. I felt like dying.
“I said I shouldn’t have come.” I stood, feeling hurt tears surging up.
“Don’t be silly. Sit down and enjoy the view.”
“I don’t think I should.” I was ready to argue, but Olivia was coming with three steaming foam cups.
“So, what happened in my absence?” she asked, handing us our coffees. I tasted mine, pleased it was mochaccino, my favorite.
“He looked away from her when she looked at him,” Raisa related.
“Really?” Olivia put a hand on her hip. “What a fool.”
“Well, girls, I’ll see you at home.” I raised my cup toward Olivia. “Thanks for the coffee.”
“No, you’re not going yet.” She pushed me back down on the bench. “I have an idea. I’ll be right back.” She turned and left again.
For the five minutes she was gone, I avoided looking at Victor, even when Raisa reported he was still staring at me.
My mouth fell open when Olivia came back holding two Spanish guitars.
“Are you insane?” I asked. A few curious people were already eyeing Olivia and the guitars in her hands, probably wondering what she was up to. “How did you get these?”
She handed me one of the guitars. “The music building.”
“You went there for these?”
“Yay! We’re going to have a show in the park,” Raisa yelled, causing several people to turn their gazes toward us.
I shook my head. “Oh no, we aren’t.”
“Come on, Nad, live a little.” Olivia ran her fingers over her guitar’s chords. “You love music. Surrender to it.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “I can’t believe we’re going to do this.”
“We are.” Olivia sat on the high back of the bench.
Well, why not? Victor knew I was here but ignored me. I didn’t have anything left to lose. I sat beside Olivia, and Raisa sat at the edge of the bench so she could turn and look at us.
“What are we singing?” I asked, a bit nervous knowing Victor would be hearing and watching me.
“Let’s start with something slow, to warm up and call in our public,” Olivia suggested. “How about the one we sang the other day?” When I nodded, Olivia added, “You pull it since your vocals are much better than mine.”
Again, I just nodded, butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
We started, and I let go of my voice, knowing most everyone in the park could hear it—and enjoy it. I might be shy most of the time, but I knew how good my voice was. By the end of the first song, several students and professors surrounded us, asking for more.
Smiling, proud of myself, I glanced through the crowd and found Victor’s eyes. He was still under the stand he was helping set up, working now to put together some tables. I wasn’t sure, but I thought the corner of his lips twisted in a faint smile. He nodded at me and I nodded back.
Game on.
Olivia and I went through a long list of the more popular songs and displayed a variety of genres: country, ballad, light rock, R&B, and pop.
All the while, my gaze flickered to Victor, and many times I found him watching me. By the end of the performance, our audience had increased and took up much of the park’s center. Quite a few asked if I was in the music program like Olivia. I wished I could say I was.
After more requested songs, I noticed Victor wasn’t anywhere to be seen. It was getting late, and I still had to study for my biology exam, so I threw in the towel. Raisa said she would wake up an hour early and study for the exam, then tried to convince me to do the same. Yeah, right.
“Stay, Nad,” Raisa insisted. “We’re going to grab a bite somewhere later. Come with us.”
“I need to study.”
“It’s okay, Raisa,” Olivia said. “If Nad thinks she needs to study, then let her go.”
Raisa raised her brows. “Why? She’ll get an A or a B+ even if she doesn’t study.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m off. Bye.”
They waved goodbye, and I walked back home, feeling a little chipper. Singing always raised my spirit, and the fact that Victor had seen me while at it was a bonus. In my visions, he loved my voice and always asked me to sing for him.
I was one block away from my building, at the exact same place Micah had saved me from the bats, when his voice called me.
“Nadine!”
With wide eyes, I spun around and found Victor running in my direction. Then, on instinct, I scanned our surroundings, making sure the bats weren’t hiding. I waited, and he came to a halt in front of me.
“H-hi,” I stuttered.
“Hey.” He ran his hand through his messy hair. I guessed that without the mousse or whatever kept dream-Victor’s hair intact he did that a lot. He kept glancing around. I wanted to ask what he needed, but I held my tongue. Finally, he fixed his eyes on mine and spoke up. “You have a beautiful voice.”
My cheeks grew hot. “Thanks.”
“Seriously, very beautiful.” His eyes narrowed. My heart danced from his compliment. “I thought you were in the pre-health program.”
“I am. Singing is just a hobby.”
He nodded. “Not everyone is as talented with their hobby.”
A cold breeze blew and I hugged myself. I had gone out without a jacket, hoping the tight sweater I had put on would emphasize my thin waist, but now I regretted my decision.
What did he want? Was he going to be nice for once, or start one of our arguments? “Can I help you with anything? I mean, you didn’t come all this way to compliment my singing.”
Once more, he ran his hand over his hair. It seemed so soft and shiny I wanted to touch it too.
“Well,” he said, then paused and looked around. “I wanted to ask for your touch,” he said in a rush of words. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “I’ve been feeling rather nauseous since morning, and the pain has been building for the last hour. Do you mind?”
My hand was already extended toward him. He hesitated for a second then gripped it tight. The warmth wasn’t as strong as before, but it burned my skin, nonetheless. Like Micah, he tilted his head back, drinking in whatever it was I passed to him.
With a loud sigh, he let go of my hand.
“Are you better now?”
“Yes,” he said, frowning. “The nausea and the pain are gone. Thank you.”
Then why was he scowling? “You’re welcome.”
Victor cleared his throat. “I should get going.”
Ouch. What now? I was a disposable object? “Yes, of course.” I tried to hide the hurt in my voice, but didn’t think I was successful.
“Good night,” he said before marching back the way he had come.
Guess I had been used.