Needless to say, it appeared that I was now the rumored girlfriend of the school’s hot rod.
From the little snippets I gathered, which I had to do surreptitiously since it was falsely believed that the two of us had already met and had some kind of knowledge of each other. The Azarovs were a well to do family who lived on the outskirts of town.
Thorn had a brother and a sister who it turns out was the pixie he’d been ignoring at lunch.
Thorn was thought to be some sort of recluse slash heartthrob. I’m not quite sure how that works, but I could see how he might gain the reputation.
He was freaking gorgeous, with his mop of golden bronze curls, those jaguar green eyes, and dimples. Oh holy night I’m giving myself heart palpitations. No seriously, my heart was going crazy in my chest all of a sudden.
That strange wind thing happened again, only this time I think I also felt something brush against my right cheek. I got the sensation of a warm palm holding my cheek and wanted to rub against it. Weird.
Next, I’d probably start hearing the whispers I used to as a child, the ones mom had always said were a figment of my imagination.
Today was making me revisit a lot of things from my past. Things that had been swept under the rug, things that I was too young to understand back then.
But if my dream could come to life, wasn’t it possible that all the other things I’d discarded over time were also real? It was something to think about.
I looked for him again at last bell but no dice; the halls were full of rowdy teens, on their way out the door to do heaven knows what.
In this small town, that didn’t even have a movie theatre, I couldn’t imagine what there was to do. Not that I frequented the movies, but still.
Somehow I didn’t want to leave the only place where I’d seen him in the flesh. Where he’d touched me and looked into my eyes. I knew that the rest of my day was going to be shot, because he wasn’t there.
Those few glimpses of him had only wet my appetite for more. It was a strange reaction for a girl who’d never really had any real interest in the opposite sex. Leave it to me to fall ass hard for a guy who was way beyond me.
I wanted to ask him how it was that he was in my dreams. Though I know I would rip out my tongue and stomp it into dust before I ever built up the courage, but still it was something that needed addressing.
I’d never heard of such a thing happening before, unless I’d seen him before and just transported him to my dream world. But that couldn’t be it, I would’ve remembered if I’d ever seen him in the flesh before.
‘Alright Jazz move it along.’ I was dragging my feet on the way to my truck in the hopes of catching one last glimpse of his beautiful face.
After the realization that my dreams weren’t some sort of omen to him murdering me, I’ve become obsessed.
Like who was he really? And how was it possible for me to have dreamt of a complete stranger my whole life without us having ever met?
In my dreams he was just a figment of my imagination, sometimes bringing comfort and solace, sometimes a taste of fear, but always I’d known he wasn’t real.
Thorn Azarov was very real and it would appear, very dangerous, though maybe not in the way I’d once feared.
I got the sense that everyone had some sort of respect for him. What that stemmed from I wasn’t sure, but if the way he handled the Bryn guy was anything to go by, then it wasn’t hard to figure out.
Suddenly, I couldn’t wait to get home and hide away in my room and replay the day’s events over and over again.
I hastened my steps so that no one would waylay me if they were so inclined. As first days go this one had been a beauty, definitely one for the annals of my trusty diary.
Chapter 5
Climbing into my truck, I took one last look around, before turning the key in the ignition and pulling out.
The noise my old clinker made was only slightly less mortifying than I thought it would be, but I consoled myself by turning the music up loud, as I wound my way through the long deserted streets to home.
There was only one other car on the road behind me and it kept its distance which was good, because I’m way too fond of horror flicks and this place was a hacking waiting to happen.
I was surprised when it made the turn off to my dad’s street though, because it was a dead end and the only other people here were elderly couples who weren’t into fast James Bond type cars.