Mark ran around the soft gravel path that looped leisurely around the lake like he always did at this time as he really never could sleep when he was supposed to especially on nights when he had nightmares. He loved the stinging feeling of the wind against his overly sensitive skin.
He was slowing down for his cool down lap when a high pitch girlish earth-shattering scream pierced the night air from fairly close by and off to his left.
Mark’s eyes widened.
‘A girl in trouble? Was she being attacked?’
‘Great! What can I even do? I can’t protect anyone. I’m not a superhero, I can’t even save myself. What are you even going to do if you go?’ He asked himself. He pulled out his phone from his shorts pocket and dialed school security.
“Hello I think someone is being attacked. Yes I am on the further side of the lake at about mid way point. It sounds like it is coming from a little further down the path heading towards you. Yes, okay bye.” Mark hung up the phone tapping on it anxiously.
‘Don’t go, you can’t even help. You have done everything you can already… But, they could be hurt… Okay if they sc.’ he started to think when another earth shattering cry split the air and before he could tell his body to calm the heck down his legs bolted forward anyway.
He ran as fast as he could towards the sound. Mark rounded the bushes and brightly colored autumn trees losing their leaves on the ground and finally his view cleared enough that he could see on the bank someone falling backwards into the lake.
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He ran up.
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It was a really pretty spot for the sunsets, and the sunrises, the way the trees and bushes made a beautiful sort of colorful hollow you could step into that felt like a passageway to another world.
But the water edge was also right there, and immediately deep. There was a sign close by of course. But when did that ever stop people from sitting right at the edge trying to get a good smooch or two in, maybe a picture of the night sky with their loved one for their Instagram. He wondered which kinda stupid this guy had been partaking in.
“You fell in?” Mark said, staring.
“You are…? The one who screamed?” He asked slowly.
‘It should have been a woman though, was there another person in the water then? Should he be concerned? But the other guy didn’t look like there was anyone else to worry about. So the scream had to have come from him.’
“….” The man stared at him dumbfounded then looked around.
“….. Yeah, I’m the one who screamed, who else is around here that could have?” He wiped his face and slicked back his long hair from the little pieces that had plastered against it and dripped the murky water across his skin.
The guy’s face fell a little. As he looked down at his now see through baby blue shirt that clung to his chest tightly underneath the water.
Mark gulped as the man fussed, patting the shirt trying to get water out of it without actually squeezing the material out.
“What were you expecting, a damsel in distress?” He asked, displeased.
He was standing on the bank of the lake soaking wet from where he had fallen in face first. Mark just stood unsure of what to do next.
“You’re a first year right? That’s the running uniform for first years. Are you going to help your senior out? Or what kinda manners are your Seniors teaching your faculty these days?”
‘I want to offer to help him out of the muck but how do I tell him I can’t touch him.’ Mark shook his head no.
The guy looked at him with annoyance. and tried wiping the muck off but only seemed to be spreading it around.
“Really nothing?”
“Some sort of rescuer you are….” He mumbled before he grabbed the edge of the ground and tried to pull himself out of the murky water that was up to his chest. But between the weight of his body the water and the muck. The bank wasn’t strong enough which is why people could slip in and hurt themselves, because the edge was basically a mountain of mud, just waiting to fall apart so it just gave away under his yanking.
The way the moonlight was hitting this guy’s sharp face and perfect nose was beautiful it felt like a purposeful photo shoot. A sneak peak into a naughty picture he wasn’t supposed to be seeing. When the water moved the blue shirt rippled with it making it almost seem like there was nothing there but nakedness and the waters caressing strength.
He reminded him of Kadupul flowers.
“Sorry, but are you just gonna stand there and stare at me?” He asked.
Startled Mark struggled between staring at High’s beautiful face or his soaking wet, muddy body. But really internally he struggled with the fact that he really wanted to help but didn’t know how to do so without touching him.
“Huh, uh, um…. Hold on I’ll be right back!” He said then ran off looking around for something to grab.
Why can’t he touch him? Did I miss something before?
Thanks for the chapter!
Nope you didn’t miss something. It’s going to be explained soon.