Part 3- Meant to be?
I couldn't get her out of my head.
It had been exactly 24 hours since I had met the gorgeous brunette with those dark, alluring, chocolate brown eyes.
I kept hearing her raspy yet sexy voice whisper out 'Can I kiss you?'
It played over and over and over again in my head until I couldn't take it anymore.
I found myself back up at the library. I don't know why. What would I say if I ran into her?
'I'm sorry I didn't tell you I had a boyfriend, I wish you would have kissed me.'
The entire time I was with her I was so confused. I had never felt those feelings for anyone before. It was very strange to me, but I wanted to know everything about her, I wanted to be around her, to talk to her, to….touch her.
I wasn't confused when she left though, when I let her walk away.
Why the hell did I let her walk away?
She was hurt and I don't blame her. I lied to her or, at least, didn't tell her the entire truth about me. Why I didn't I have no clue. I was so lost in the moment with her. Nearly 4 hours with her and she did indeed keep me 'distracted'.
I walked through the entire library, the book shop and finally the café. No sign of her.
I didn't even get her last name.
I took a seat in the café. The same seat I had yesterday. I replayed our conversations over in my head trying to remember something that could help me find her.
"Excuse me?" I heard over my shoulder.
I turned to see the girl from the counter who had served us yesterday.
"You were here with Ashley yesterday right?"
"Yes I was," I said quickly. Maybe this girl knew something.
She put her hand out and in it was a library card.
It was Ashley's.
"I was going to turn it into the library office, but I figured if you were going to see her you could just give it back to her."
"I am and... I will." I paused and nodded. "Thanks."
She turned around and walked back behind the counter.
I shouldn't have lied. I shouldn't have taken it. Who knows when or if I would even see her again, but I had to.
It was the only thing I had that was linked to her.
I stared down at library card with her photo on it. She was staring back at me.
"Ashley Davies," I whispered to myself.
Over the next few days I did everything I could to get some information on her. Where she was staying? What classes did she have? Phone number?
Of course, no-one was willing to give me any information.
It got as bad as me showing her picture to people and asking them if they knew her. A few people had seen her before, but no-one knew anything else.
I had spent nearly a week at the library. The only time I left was to go to class or go home to sleep, and that was only because they wouldn't let me sleep there. I may or may not have fell asleep a few times waiting around.
After a week of this I knew I had to have a talk with Jason. I couldn't lie to him anymore about my reasons for being up at the library as much as I was. I couldn't lie to him anymore about Ashley. Since I had met Ashley I started to realize a few things. I wasn't in love with Jason. I wasn't even really attracted to him. At best, he was a friend. I never felt for him or anybody else what I had felt in those 4 hours with Ashley. I was certain that she was what I wanted. She was who I wanted. I told him everything and afterwards… I gracefully broke up with him.
And after that… he gracefully told me to "Go to hell!"
He was mad and I couldn't blame him. Everything had been great with us up until the day I met Ashley.
Once again I found myself up at the library. I walked the aisles and tried to remember the books she had pointed out to me. I remembered a few and I grabbed them and sat down at our table. The same table I sat at every time I came here. I sat there staring at the stack and contemplating checking them all out. I had no idea why.
"Hi." Some kid was standing next to my table staring down at me. I looked at him with my eyebrows raised.
"Hi….can I help you?" I didn't say it rudely, but I was tempted considering the way he was staring.
He finally looked away and pointed at the stack of books.
"I'm sorry; I was just walking by and noticed that you had Rembrandt's Eye."
I looked over at the book and nodded.
Rembrandt's Eye was a study on Rembrandt van Rijn, the famous Dutch artist. I had remembered that Ashley spent the most time on this book.
"Did you plan on checking it out? It was recommended to me and it's the only copy."
Did I plan on checking it out? Probably not, but I wasn't ready to let it go.
"Well I haven't decided yet. Are you studying art?"
"I am. I plan on teaching it someday."
It just occurred to me that he might know Ashley. I pulled out the library card from my purse and held it up.
"Do you by any chance know Ashley?"
He nodded and my heart stopped.
"You know her?"
"Yes I do. She's actually the one who recommended the book."
Oh my GOD!
"Do you have class with her? Do you know where I can find her?" I asked quickly. He looked at me strangely. I didn't blame the guy, but I was desperate.
"I don't have any classes with her, but I talk to her quite a bit. She works part time down at the art museum on 5th and Jefferson."
I stood up and hugged the kid before planting a kiss on his cheek. He looked at me strangely again, but then smiled.
"The book's all yours," I said handing it to him. "Thank you!"
"Uh, you're welcome?" I heard him say as I went from a brisk walk to a jog, to a full on run, making my way out of the library as fast as I could.
I made it to the museum in less than 5 minutes and parked in a handicap spot. The museum was closing in 3 minutes; I had to get in there in time.
I walked in and was greeted by an older woman who informed me the museum was about to close.
"Actually I was just looking for Ashley. Is she working today?" I asked her out of breath.
"She was. You just missed her."
Nooooo! Damn it!
"Just missed her? How long ago did she leave?"
"A few minutes ago. You probably passed her in the parking lot."
And here I thought luck was on my side.
I sighed and thanked the woman before heading back to my car.
I got in and sat there. I was starting to lose hope, but I had to believe that I would find her.
The Library card. The book.
Something was trying to help me out.
As I sat there I saw a few workers leaving the museum. Two of them looked around my age, a guy and a girl. I got out of my car and approached them.
I asked them if they knew Ashley and they both did. The girl looked at me like she knew me. She told me she had class with Ashley and informed me what building it was in and when.
I was finally going to find her.
I couldn't sleep that night. What I was going to say to her when I finally found her was beyond me. Maybe I wouldn't say anything. Maybe I would just kiss her.
No, bad idea.
I had to apologize first. Then I would kiss her.
I sprung out of bed at the sound of my alarm. I was so excited. I had only got 3 hours of sleep, but I didn't care. I was a couple hours away from seeing Ashley for the first time in a little over a week. I took a deep breath as I opened the door. Hopefully she didn't hate me.
I found the building right away. I had a basic art class my second year and it was in the same building.
Walking up to the room I noticed the door was closed, the lights were off and the classroom was empty.
I checked my watch. 12 p.m. exactly.
I shook my head and leaned up against the wall.
How did I miss her this time? Did the girl lie to me?
I smiled at what looked like a professor walking my way. She looked at me curiously.
"Are you waiting for someone?" She asked me.
"Yes, actually I was. I was told there was a class here today at 11 a.m. and I could find her here but I guess I got the time wrong."
She shook her head and replied. "You didn't get the time wrong. There usually is a class here at 11 a.m. I'm Professor Williams and this is my class. I cancelled today's morning classes."
Of course, she did.
"Were you looking for Miss Davies?" She asked as she took out her keys and opened the door.
"Yeah. How did you know that?"
"Come inside. There is something you should see."
I followed her inside and she flicked on the lights. She pointed to the back wall of the large room and I gasped.
It was me.
Pictures of me.
Oh my God. They're so beautiful.
I walked to the back to get a closer look.
There was an up close painting of me… Smiling.
I got a little choked up. It was overwhelming seeing myself painted like this. She made me look flawless.
"Ashley," I whispered again.
"Yes, Ashley painted these. And seeing you now, I can see what a wonderful job she did," the professor said from behind me.
The second painting was of me reading a book. It was The Great Gatsby. I gasped again. I was reading The Great Gatsby the night I fell asleep at the library waiting for her. When the janitor woke me I had noticed that my coat was draped over my back. I was confused to how it had gotten there. Could Ashley have been there? Why didn't she say anything? Why didn't she wake me?
"Thank you for showing me these," I said to the Professor.
"You're welcome. Ashley is a talented student and an amazing young woman."
I smiled at her.
"I am aware."
I sat in my car once again. I was exhausted and emotional. I couldn't believe that Ashley had painted me, and so beautifully. She couldn't hate me. There was no hate in those paintings.
The time read 12:45 and I had class in a little less than an hour. I decided to just go early. Maybe I could nap before class started. My class was on the other side of the campus and I made my way over there. I pulled into the parking lot and had to slam on my breaks as a dog walked out in front of me.
What the fuck is a dog doing in the middle of the school parking lot?
He strolled across my path like he didn't have a care in the world and I could've sworn he looked back at me and smiled.
Maybe I just needed more sleep.
I pulled into a parking spot and reached for my bag in the passenger's seat. A book on the floor caught my eye. A book I hadn't seen in more than a week. Slamming on my breaks must have forced it out from underneath the seat.
I opened it up and noticed it was due….today.
I tossed it back onto the seat, grabbed my bag and got out of the car.
Wait a minute!
Was this a sign?
I ran back to my car and sped off. I was going to miss my class, but I didn't really care at the moment.
As I pulled into the library it started to rain lightly.
I ran through the parking lot hopping over puddles, dodging cars, and doing my best to keep my hair and book dry. Much like I had the first day Ashley and I had met.
It had to be a sign. Today was the day.
I shoved myself through a few people and raced for the door. Once I got in I knew exactly where to look.
I rounded the corner and ….there she was.
She was sitting at our table. Reading.
My heart started beating fast and I bit down on my bottom lip.
Seeing her again I knew, I knew without a doubt I wanted to be with her.
My legs finally moved slowly towards her. I was so nervous. I had been waiting for this moment since the minute she walked away that day.
I owed her an apology and an explanation.
I was about 10 feet from her when she looked up. Those beautiful, dark brown eyes locked with mine once again and I melted into them.
"Hi," I said quietly, my voice a bit shaky.
She didn't reply. She just sat there staring at me.
"I'm sorry." I was having no problem finding words this time.
"I didn't mean to keep him from you. Honestly. I just didn't even think about him the entire time I was with you. I was so intrigued and already very infatuated with you. I hope you can…"
"Stop!" She said, interrupting me.
I moved to the other side of the table, but she pulled out the chair next to her. I took it and faced her.
"Please let me explain," I begged her.
My god she's gorgeous and she smells so damn good.
"Explain what? Explain why you have been at this library every day since we met? Explain why you were at the museum yesterday and why you probably showed up at my cancelled class this morning?"
"How do you know that?"
She smiled and I realized how much I had missed seeing her smile in person.
"Spencer, I practically live here. Everyone who works here knows me. When I came in late one night I saw you. You were sleeping. I asked Jane at the counter and she said you had been in here all day and the day before too. I covered you up and sat behind you for a while and studied. When I left I had George, the janitor, wake you. My friend Sarah called and told me some blonde chick was looking for me at the museum. She told me she told you where to find me this morning. And now you are here. Why were you looking for me and waiting for me?"
"I sat here for days waiting for you, Ashley. I needed to see you. I needed to apologize and to explain everything. I really am sorry. I didn't mean to lie to you. I really like you, Ashley, and I am sorry if I hurt you." I was hoping that I wasn't wrong because that would just be embarrassing.
"I was hurt, Spencer."
Thank God! Oh wait… no, I wasn't thankful that I hurt her but …you know what I mean.
"I had such a great time with you and I felt like we had something, like a connection. The way I was feeling about you and around you was something special and exciting and I assumed you felt it too."
"I did," I said quickly. "I do!"
"That is why I have been trying to find you. I like you …a lot. I want to spend more time with you."
"What about the boyfriend?" She asked looking down at her hand in her lap and nervously twirling the ring on her finger.
"There is no boyfriend anymore. In the two years I was with him, he never made me feel the way you did in just those four hours. I shouldn't have let you walk away that night. I should have gone after you."
She looked like she was trying to take everything in. I sat there patiently waiting for her to say something.
"So you ended it with him? For me?"
I nodded and then replied, "And for me." She took my hand that was on my lap and laced her fingers through mine. I loved the warmth I instantly felt and how they fit so perfectly together.
"I saw the paintings. They were amazing. You made me look so beautiful and sweet and pure."
"That's how I see you."
I was about to laugh, but I could see that she was serious.
She nodded and pursed her lips.
"You knew where I was, why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you approach me?"
"Spencer, I think that we were meant to meet each other, that we were supposed to bump into each other that day. I just, I knew that you would find me.…and you did."
My hand had a mind of its own and reached for her face. I caressed her cheek and she closed her eyes.
My heart started beating fast again.
"Can I kiss you?"
Like me, she gave no verbal answer. She leaned in and the moment our lips touched and she cradled my face in her hands I knew I was meant to be with her here, right now. I knew fate had brought us together. It was so passionate and perfect and I didn't want to pull away. She finally did and before she could get too far I went in for another. This one shorter, but still filled with as much fire as the first.
"Wow!" she said with her eyes still closed.
"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing."
Can we do that again?
An alarm on her phone rang; she turned it off and sighed.
"I have to go. I have a tour at the museum."
I looked down at my feet and then back up at her. I tried to hide my disappointment, but it must have been evident on my face.
"Come with me," she said with a smile. "I'm a great tour guide, ya know?"
I had no doubt about that. Her voice was so sexy. I could listen to it all day and never get tired of hearing it.
"Would this be considered our first date?" I asked and she laughed.
"As long as it doesn't end after the tour. Let me take you out afterwards."
I smiled the biggest smile I could muster up. This was really happening.
I stood up and held my hand out. She took it with a smile of her own.
"I would love to. Lead the way."
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