Existence 03 - Ceaseless

she only had enough time to brush her teeth and put on wrinkled clothes.
    Gee was standing in front of the mirror. She wasn’t looking in it. Her back was turned to it and she was leaning against the counter with her arms crossed in front of her like she’d was waiting on someone. Her hair was already styled --- well as much as she styled it , and she was dressed . She’d been out later than me. How did she look so awake?
    “Sleeping in Peggy Ann?” She asked not moving from her spot in front of the sink. I really needed to get a shower , but I wasn’t one to strip down in front of other people.
    “Yeah, I can’t believe you’re so awake. But since you are up and dressed , could you get out so I could do the same?”
    Gee pushed off from her stance against the counter. “Snippy, snippy. I guess you don’t want to hear about the private invite you got to attend Cold Soul’s concert Friday night either .”
    I watched as Gee started walking toward the door to leave me alone like I’d asked. I shouldn’t ask her about the concert. I didn’t date musicians. It was a bad idea.
    “Wait. What do you mean? Did Dank invite me?” I was weak. The guy was hard to resist.
    Gee halted in her steps a nd grinned. “Yeah. He did. You even get to bring your friend along if you want to. Backstage passes and all.”
    Backstage. That meant he wanted to see me. Didn’t it? I didn’t need to entertain these thoughts but he made it so hard to remember that he was a bad boy. He didn’t act like one. He seemed almost lonely or lost. Not like the wild playboy I’d decided he was from day one.
    “Okay. I want to go. I’m sure Miranda will want to go too.” I wanted to ask her why he hadn’t called me himself or if I could have his number but he hadn’t supplied that and maybe I shouldn’t ask.
    “I’ll let him know. But then again , you may see him first,” Gee replied then opened the door and closed it behind her before I could ask her what she meant.

    Dank

    I had been waiting for her since I’d left her bedroom this morning. Last night had been the first time I’d gone into Pagan’s dreams. It felt like an invasion of privacy that I’d never wanted to cross. But while I sat there watching her sleep and making sure she was safe she’d started to have a bad dream. It had taken me a few moments to decide whether or not I should go into her dream and ease her fear s or physically h o ld her like I used to when she was having a nightmare. I decided that the safer way was in her dreams.
    The moment her alarm had gone off I left. She’d be arriving at this building soon. I stepped around the tree I’d been leaning against and made myself visible. College girls liked lead singers. I had to dodge overly - aggressive females when I was on campus.
    “Dank Walker? No way. I’d heard you’d been seen on campus but I didn’t believe it. But here you are,” a female had already noticed me. She began scrambling through her book bag. “I have a sharpie in here somewhere. Could you autograph my bag or my shirt , oh better ye t--- my bra ? , ” she said as she pulled a sharpie from her book bag.
    The girl had started lifting her shirt up before it dawned on me that she was serious about the bra.
    “No. I don’t sign bras,” I held the sharpie she’d handed me and moved my attention from her to the students approaching the building. My eyes locked with Pagan’s. Shit. She saw that the girl’s damn shirt had been up. I shoved the sharpie back in her direction without breaking eye contact with Pagan and stepped around her. “I gotta go,” was the only explanation I gave her.
    Pagan turned her head and stared straight ahead and hurried toward the building. I wasn’t going to let her get inside without talking to me.
    Talk to me Pagan. Please.
    She halted . Talking in her head was unfair but I hated not being able to show her who I was. I wanted her to see me. I wanted her to love me anyway.
    “Good morning, Pagan,” I said as I stopped beside her. She tilted her head to the side and peered up at me. The startled , confused look in her eyes made me feel guilty. I shouldn’t have spoken to her that way. She wasn’t ready.
    “Dank?” Her voice sounded as if she were asking a question.
    I reached for her book bag , and in her still confused state she let me take it. Slinging it over my shoulder I nodded toward the entrance to the building that Pagan’s calculus class would be in for the next semester.