Post by lux127 on Feb 27, 2018 22:10:55 GMT -5
The fumes were seeping into my mouth and out my nose. I wanted to cough or throw up, but that would just add to the undying smell problem.
I wasn't knee deep in banana peels and spoiled milk yet, but pretty soon I'm gonna have to dive in to fish out my keys.
I couldn't take it any longer.
I backed up away from the garbage bin, and saw some questioning glances headed my way.
Oh, shit. I look like I'm a garbage fanatic. Oh, yeah. I just can't get enough of the stuff. The rancid smell makes it all the better. Now it was my turn to give them the weird looks. God, I'm such an idiot, incapable of taking out my own trash. Where did I go wrong in all of my eighteen years to where I can't take out the trash correctly?
I paced back and forth around the bee infested trash bin, and kept digging through my ratty green purse looking for my cellphone that isn't there. I'm only looking through my purse to not be perceived as a weirdo standing next to a trash bin for way more than necessary.
When I got my breath back and I calmed down a little bit, I walked over to the side of the trash bin and opened the black compartment again.
I picked black bag after black bag up and came across my McDonald's salad bag that had my trash in it. The salad dressing oozed out of it and landed onto my hands. It was more oily now and rested warm on my hands. It didn't leave my hands, oh no, that would be too easy, but it remained. It remained in my hands unlike my keys that thought it was a good idea to go dumpster diving to annoy me out of my goddamned mind.
I backed up from the trash bin before the bees stung me and held my hands out in front of me. I walked back to building B and flashed my key card to the sensor until it turned green and let out a small beep as the doors clicked unlocked.
When it did, I ran towards the quickest bathroom to rinse off my disgusting hands. I heard a few girls snicker at my outfit and the look I was rocking. I was rocking the pajamas and messy hair look. No makeup, either. Just my luck.
I turned the water on cold and watched as the oil seeped off of my hands and into the sink. It slithered down into the drain like a snake. A slimy, oily snake.
I pressed the soap dispenser twice and foaming white lavender scented soap gooped up on my hands. I squished it in my palms and cleaned off all of the germs four times until I settled on my hands. I'm not a germaphobe, but trust me, you probably would be cleaning your hands excessively too if you had witnessed what I just witnessed. I've seen and smelt things that no one should see or smell.
Humans are disgusting.
I looked in the mirror and saw my reddened cheeks. They were sunburned and peeling a bit as new skin appeared underneath. They weren't just red from too much sun, and trust me with my complexion that's usually the case, but also because I'm having a fucking panic attack. I hate how I get those, but when I do it's a struggle just to breathe. It's a struggle to talk without my voice cracking and breaking.
After my hands were dried off by the brown paper towels, I searched through my purse one last time as girls appeared in the bathroom.
I was gonna ask them to borrow their phones, but I really didn't want to sound like a pathetic mess to them. And trust me, right now I'm a big bowl of pathetic mess.
I headed out of the bathroom with a fraction of my dignity still intact as I trekked outside again for the fifth time.
For a moment or two I stared daggers at the evil trash bin that sucked more than I was willing to part with.
Then, I headed back inside for the fifth time today. This is not what I wanted to do Wednesday morning after my math class. Luckily, math was my only class for the day, but unluckily I have a shitload of homework to do by the end of the day in my dorm room.
Giving up on getting my keys right at this moment, I headed back inside to try and knock on my suite room again.
The elevator was empty and opened up right away unlike the usual five minute wait. My luck may be turning around some.
I slammed the third button and waited patiently, okay not exactly patiently for the third floor to come into view.
It did after about a minute of shaky breathing. Sweat was dripping off of my forehead and matted my hair down to give me an even worse look. I looked like a soaked cat after a bath. On a hot day what could be better than searching through keys and going out of your mind? Probably a bath, or anything else.
My fist shakily knocked on the door as I tried to compose myself.
I heard no shuffling feet coming from the other side of the white door with the 304B star on it.
Shit.
I leaned against the wall and held my head in between my knees to keep me from passing out. I unhooked my I-pod from the tangled mess going on in my purse.
Music always seemed to calm me down.
I played the song on loop no matter what it was.
It was "Luck Be a Lady" by Frank Sinatra.
That's ironic that that would be the first song to come up on my I-pod's playlist. It's even funnier that I just looped a song that's mocking me. Luck be a lady? This ladies got no luck.
I finally got a grip of my senses, and walked down the stairs this time. Right as the door clicked closed on the stairs I heard the elevator ding.
Shit.
Well, I could use the exercise, so jokes on you demon technology.
I took the stairs two at a time and opened the door at the very bottom and ran into a tall figure.
I popped my headphones out of my ears and turned off my ironic music selection.
"I'm sorry, I was in a hurry to be on the lookout for a cellphone." I said as I stepped out of his way before he could laugh at my demeanor like everyone else had. Some Freshman prank I'm undergoing that I had pulled on myself, huh?
"You can borrow my phone. I just got out of my classes for the day, and I have time to kill. Plus, I'm curious to see what actually happened to you."
He dug through his jean pockets and handed me his blackberry phone.
I smiled and walked a bit of a stretch from where he was standing. I still didn't get a good glimpse at my hero, but that can wait till after this situation is taken care of.
I dialed my mom's number at lightning speed. Records were just made based on how fast I dialed.
When my mom picked up on the second ring I sighed a breath of relief.
"Mom, I need your help it's an emergency." I tried to lower my voice so that the boy that saved my ass wasn't listening, but by the hitch in his breath when I said emergency I could tell he was.
I looked up at him and my words stopped from being uttered.
He was wearing dark denim jeans, a loose fitted black t-shirt, and black and white running sneakers.
His hair was messily displayed on his head, but the effortless look really worked for him. It was dark brown, almost black hair, and his eyes, his beautiful eyes were frosted ice blue. He wasn't pale, but he wasn't exactly tan, either.
"Skylar-"
"Oh, sorry, mom." My mom was freaking out by this point since I stopped speaking after the word emergency.
"Look, can you get up to campus as soon as possible, I left my cell in my dorm room and locked myself out." I began slowly lowering my voice by decibels.
"Skylar, what's going on?"
My mom was on full mom freak out mode by now, but telling her as little as possible will save my ass from a lifetime of embarrassment from the beautiful boy with the ice blue eyes slowly defrosting into an ocean.
"Skylar, talk to me, honey, what's going on? You're worrying me."
I cleared my throat as it began to rise in panic levels from normal to broken; incomprehensible.
"I was taking out the trash, and I threw my keys in the dumpster." I mumbled.
"What?!" My mom said freaking out. She clearly didn't hear me, but I knew that defrost boy had.
He reached for my-his phone, and replied to my mom's panic.
"Hi, this is Xander, the owner of the phone. Your daughter's fine. She just got herself into a situation, but you need not concern yourself."
Xander laughed at whatever my mom's response was and cocked his head toward me.
Oh, god. I groaned.
"Yeah, I'll make sure of it. Sorry to bother you." Xander spoke to my mom and eventually hung up the phone when the conversation came to an end.
My mouth hung open. My only hope to get some form of help, and Xander just hung up on her. On my lifeline.
He nodded his head towards the door. I put my purse up on my shoulder and let it rest there.
"Which dumpster is it." Xander said as he walked outside with me following him.
"You don't have to." I finally spoke up. "No, maybe not, but my day was filled with mind numbing homework, and now I have something fun to do."
I raised a brow. "Dumpster diving is fun in your opinion? It really makes me question your character."
Xander chuckled a deep chuckle that made me smile. Everything about him made me warm inside.
"Not the dumpster diving part, but after this, you owe me."
Now, he sounds like a jerk. I owe him nothing. I was fine waiting here for thirty minutes until my mom got here, but now he expects something in return? Hell no.
"Let me buy you dinner, tonight. You might want to wear something other than pajamas, though."
My cheeks reddened.
"What's in it for you exactly?" I asked as we made our way towards the dumpsters. Thank God no one was there when we arrived. Xander looked pretty relieved too.
"I get to spend another hour with you." Xander smiled, and that line wasn't cheesy at all, but the sweetest thing that anyone has ever said to me.
I smiled.
"That sounds like a plan." I said as I led Xander towards the dumpster that my keys were resting in.
"The keys are attached to a lime green wrist coil." I said as I tried to dig through the trash more with my clean hands. When I get back, I'm showering for the second time today to rid my body of all of the invisible grime.
I fell inside and smacked my head on a black trash bag. Luckily it was a soft landing, but unluckily its' scent was raunchy.
I was gagging as Xander popped his head in. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked concerned.
I gave a thumbs up as I placed my hands on my knees and tried not to vomit. "I'll help look up here, and then I'll pull you back up when we find them, alright?"
I nodded.
"I might as well distract you from the stench. What's your name?"
He cringed at the stench as he dug through black and white bags of waste.
I searched through bags as well and slipped over a black and yellow banana peel that filled my nostrils. Ick.
"Sky." I said trying to distract myself with his question, it barely helped.
"I'm Xander."
He forced a smile mainly because it was hard to open your mouth without inhaling gag worthy garbage.
I found my keys resting in the corner. Wow, I really must've threw them in here. Gah, I'm such an idiot sometimes.
"I found them." I said with a forced smile towards him.
"Great, grab them, and I'll pull you up."
I stepped over bags of garbage that sunk due to my weight. One pulled me to the ground and sucked me down farther.
"Ugh." I tried to swim in human waste, and end up in my final destination, but there was a huge barrier.
"Xander, yeah, I'm stuck." I said as I tried to push myself up from the quickwaste.
"Okay, I'm coming down." He said quickly probably to stop him from changing his mind.
He did a flip in and landed knee deep in trash.
He helped tug me up. "It's okay, I got you." I squirmed to try and break free.
"Thanks." I muttered and snatched my keys.
Yes, just in reach.
"Okay, I'm gonna go out first, and then I'll pull you up." Xander said as he used his hands to lift him up out of the trash shoot side doors.
He got out in seconds flat, but me, I'm definitely stuck. I definitely feel for garbage men now. Those poor people.
I held my hands out in front of me and Xander grabbed them with a lot of force. I could tell he was trying to be gentle, but I was really sucked in here.
The bees were swarming now, and the funny thing is, I have a huge fear of bees.
"Xander!" I squeaked.
"It's okay, I have you." Xander said as he lifted me up towards the sunlight.
I fell on top of him and knocked him onto the concrete. His hand instantaneously started bleeding.
"Oh, my god, Xander, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"Calm down, Sky, it's just blood. I'll live."
He showed me his hand. "See."
All I saw was a huge gash in his hand that made me want to keep apologizing over and over.
"You should really get that looked at I mean-"
"Sky."
"Sorry." I mumbled.
"Um, thanks. You really saved my ass, and now you probably think I'm the biggest idiot in the world."
"No. You really shouldn't talk about yourself like that, it really shoots bullet holes at the self esteem."
I cringed at his words and he saw. "Hey, panic moment over, right? You don't have to pay five hundred dollars for replacement keys, and you get a free meal tonight."
The free meal did sound good. It's better than various breakfast foods and chips all day. I hate going to the cafeteria and when I can, I live off of my store trips with my mom which includes, chips, salsa, cereal, milk, sugar, and pretzels with the occasional God-awful tasting easy-mac. That is what my college week tastes like. It makes me hate the taste of chips, and appreciate real food all the more.
Xander walked me inside and up to my dorm room.
"Cool, I'm first level. I'll see you tonight, Sky. Is eight okay?"
I nodded and Xander smiled. He doesn't seem like a guy who smiles much and there he is in all of his glory smiling at me.
Xander headed back down in the elevator and my breathing finally sounded normal.
Oh, God, how embarrassing am I?
I rested my head on the door and smiled. Embarrassing seems to really work for me. I bit my lip and headed inside, shutting the door to find a black garbage bag full next to the trash can.
Oh, shit.
I wasn't knee deep in banana peels and spoiled milk yet, but pretty soon I'm gonna have to dive in to fish out my keys.
I couldn't take it any longer.
I backed up away from the garbage bin, and saw some questioning glances headed my way.
Oh, shit. I look like I'm a garbage fanatic. Oh, yeah. I just can't get enough of the stuff. The rancid smell makes it all the better. Now it was my turn to give them the weird looks. God, I'm such an idiot, incapable of taking out my own trash. Where did I go wrong in all of my eighteen years to where I can't take out the trash correctly?
I paced back and forth around the bee infested trash bin, and kept digging through my ratty green purse looking for my cellphone that isn't there. I'm only looking through my purse to not be perceived as a weirdo standing next to a trash bin for way more than necessary.
When I got my breath back and I calmed down a little bit, I walked over to the side of the trash bin and opened the black compartment again.
I picked black bag after black bag up and came across my McDonald's salad bag that had my trash in it. The salad dressing oozed out of it and landed onto my hands. It was more oily now and rested warm on my hands. It didn't leave my hands, oh no, that would be too easy, but it remained. It remained in my hands unlike my keys that thought it was a good idea to go dumpster diving to annoy me out of my goddamned mind.
I backed up from the trash bin before the bees stung me and held my hands out in front of me. I walked back to building B and flashed my key card to the sensor until it turned green and let out a small beep as the doors clicked unlocked.
When it did, I ran towards the quickest bathroom to rinse off my disgusting hands. I heard a few girls snicker at my outfit and the look I was rocking. I was rocking the pajamas and messy hair look. No makeup, either. Just my luck.
I turned the water on cold and watched as the oil seeped off of my hands and into the sink. It slithered down into the drain like a snake. A slimy, oily snake.
I pressed the soap dispenser twice and foaming white lavender scented soap gooped up on my hands. I squished it in my palms and cleaned off all of the germs four times until I settled on my hands. I'm not a germaphobe, but trust me, you probably would be cleaning your hands excessively too if you had witnessed what I just witnessed. I've seen and smelt things that no one should see or smell.
Humans are disgusting.
I looked in the mirror and saw my reddened cheeks. They were sunburned and peeling a bit as new skin appeared underneath. They weren't just red from too much sun, and trust me with my complexion that's usually the case, but also because I'm having a fucking panic attack. I hate how I get those, but when I do it's a struggle just to breathe. It's a struggle to talk without my voice cracking and breaking.
After my hands were dried off by the brown paper towels, I searched through my purse one last time as girls appeared in the bathroom.
I was gonna ask them to borrow their phones, but I really didn't want to sound like a pathetic mess to them. And trust me, right now I'm a big bowl of pathetic mess.
I headed out of the bathroom with a fraction of my dignity still intact as I trekked outside again for the fifth time.
For a moment or two I stared daggers at the evil trash bin that sucked more than I was willing to part with.
Then, I headed back inside for the fifth time today. This is not what I wanted to do Wednesday morning after my math class. Luckily, math was my only class for the day, but unluckily I have a shitload of homework to do by the end of the day in my dorm room.
Giving up on getting my keys right at this moment, I headed back inside to try and knock on my suite room again.
The elevator was empty and opened up right away unlike the usual five minute wait. My luck may be turning around some.
I slammed the third button and waited patiently, okay not exactly patiently for the third floor to come into view.
It did after about a minute of shaky breathing. Sweat was dripping off of my forehead and matted my hair down to give me an even worse look. I looked like a soaked cat after a bath. On a hot day what could be better than searching through keys and going out of your mind? Probably a bath, or anything else.
My fist shakily knocked on the door as I tried to compose myself.
I heard no shuffling feet coming from the other side of the white door with the 304B star on it.
Shit.
I leaned against the wall and held my head in between my knees to keep me from passing out. I unhooked my I-pod from the tangled mess going on in my purse.
Music always seemed to calm me down.
I played the song on loop no matter what it was.
It was "Luck Be a Lady" by Frank Sinatra.
That's ironic that that would be the first song to come up on my I-pod's playlist. It's even funnier that I just looped a song that's mocking me. Luck be a lady? This ladies got no luck.
I finally got a grip of my senses, and walked down the stairs this time. Right as the door clicked closed on the stairs I heard the elevator ding.
Shit.
Well, I could use the exercise, so jokes on you demon technology.
I took the stairs two at a time and opened the door at the very bottom and ran into a tall figure.
I popped my headphones out of my ears and turned off my ironic music selection.
"I'm sorry, I was in a hurry to be on the lookout for a cellphone." I said as I stepped out of his way before he could laugh at my demeanor like everyone else had. Some Freshman prank I'm undergoing that I had pulled on myself, huh?
"You can borrow my phone. I just got out of my classes for the day, and I have time to kill. Plus, I'm curious to see what actually happened to you."
He dug through his jean pockets and handed me his blackberry phone.
I smiled and walked a bit of a stretch from where he was standing. I still didn't get a good glimpse at my hero, but that can wait till after this situation is taken care of.
I dialed my mom's number at lightning speed. Records were just made based on how fast I dialed.
When my mom picked up on the second ring I sighed a breath of relief.
"Mom, I need your help it's an emergency." I tried to lower my voice so that the boy that saved my ass wasn't listening, but by the hitch in his breath when I said emergency I could tell he was.
I looked up at him and my words stopped from being uttered.
He was wearing dark denim jeans, a loose fitted black t-shirt, and black and white running sneakers.
His hair was messily displayed on his head, but the effortless look really worked for him. It was dark brown, almost black hair, and his eyes, his beautiful eyes were frosted ice blue. He wasn't pale, but he wasn't exactly tan, either.
"Skylar-"
"Oh, sorry, mom." My mom was freaking out by this point since I stopped speaking after the word emergency.
"Look, can you get up to campus as soon as possible, I left my cell in my dorm room and locked myself out." I began slowly lowering my voice by decibels.
"Skylar, what's going on?"
My mom was on full mom freak out mode by now, but telling her as little as possible will save my ass from a lifetime of embarrassment from the beautiful boy with the ice blue eyes slowly defrosting into an ocean.
"Skylar, talk to me, honey, what's going on? You're worrying me."
I cleared my throat as it began to rise in panic levels from normal to broken; incomprehensible.
"I was taking out the trash, and I threw my keys in the dumpster." I mumbled.
"What?!" My mom said freaking out. She clearly didn't hear me, but I knew that defrost boy had.
He reached for my-his phone, and replied to my mom's panic.
"Hi, this is Xander, the owner of the phone. Your daughter's fine. She just got herself into a situation, but you need not concern yourself."
Xander laughed at whatever my mom's response was and cocked his head toward me.
Oh, god. I groaned.
"Yeah, I'll make sure of it. Sorry to bother you." Xander spoke to my mom and eventually hung up the phone when the conversation came to an end.
My mouth hung open. My only hope to get some form of help, and Xander just hung up on her. On my lifeline.
He nodded his head towards the door. I put my purse up on my shoulder and let it rest there.
"Which dumpster is it." Xander said as he walked outside with me following him.
"You don't have to." I finally spoke up. "No, maybe not, but my day was filled with mind numbing homework, and now I have something fun to do."
I raised a brow. "Dumpster diving is fun in your opinion? It really makes me question your character."
Xander chuckled a deep chuckle that made me smile. Everything about him made me warm inside.
"Not the dumpster diving part, but after this, you owe me."
Now, he sounds like a jerk. I owe him nothing. I was fine waiting here for thirty minutes until my mom got here, but now he expects something in return? Hell no.
"Let me buy you dinner, tonight. You might want to wear something other than pajamas, though."
My cheeks reddened.
"What's in it for you exactly?" I asked as we made our way towards the dumpsters. Thank God no one was there when we arrived. Xander looked pretty relieved too.
"I get to spend another hour with you." Xander smiled, and that line wasn't cheesy at all, but the sweetest thing that anyone has ever said to me.
I smiled.
"That sounds like a plan." I said as I led Xander towards the dumpster that my keys were resting in.
"The keys are attached to a lime green wrist coil." I said as I tried to dig through the trash more with my clean hands. When I get back, I'm showering for the second time today to rid my body of all of the invisible grime.
I fell inside and smacked my head on a black trash bag. Luckily it was a soft landing, but unluckily its' scent was raunchy.
I was gagging as Xander popped his head in. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked concerned.
I gave a thumbs up as I placed my hands on my knees and tried not to vomit. "I'll help look up here, and then I'll pull you back up when we find them, alright?"
I nodded.
"I might as well distract you from the stench. What's your name?"
He cringed at the stench as he dug through black and white bags of waste.
I searched through bags as well and slipped over a black and yellow banana peel that filled my nostrils. Ick.
"Sky." I said trying to distract myself with his question, it barely helped.
"I'm Xander."
He forced a smile mainly because it was hard to open your mouth without inhaling gag worthy garbage.
I found my keys resting in the corner. Wow, I really must've threw them in here. Gah, I'm such an idiot sometimes.
"I found them." I said with a forced smile towards him.
"Great, grab them, and I'll pull you up."
I stepped over bags of garbage that sunk due to my weight. One pulled me to the ground and sucked me down farther.
"Ugh." I tried to swim in human waste, and end up in my final destination, but there was a huge barrier.
"Xander, yeah, I'm stuck." I said as I tried to push myself up from the quickwaste.
"Okay, I'm coming down." He said quickly probably to stop him from changing his mind.
He did a flip in and landed knee deep in trash.
He helped tug me up. "It's okay, I got you." I squirmed to try and break free.
"Thanks." I muttered and snatched my keys.
Yes, just in reach.
"Okay, I'm gonna go out first, and then I'll pull you up." Xander said as he used his hands to lift him up out of the trash shoot side doors.
He got out in seconds flat, but me, I'm definitely stuck. I definitely feel for garbage men now. Those poor people.
I held my hands out in front of me and Xander grabbed them with a lot of force. I could tell he was trying to be gentle, but I was really sucked in here.
The bees were swarming now, and the funny thing is, I have a huge fear of bees.
"Xander!" I squeaked.
"It's okay, I have you." Xander said as he lifted me up towards the sunlight.
I fell on top of him and knocked him onto the concrete. His hand instantaneously started bleeding.
"Oh, my god, Xander, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"Calm down, Sky, it's just blood. I'll live."
He showed me his hand. "See."
All I saw was a huge gash in his hand that made me want to keep apologizing over and over.
"You should really get that looked at I mean-"
"Sky."
"Sorry." I mumbled.
"Um, thanks. You really saved my ass, and now you probably think I'm the biggest idiot in the world."
"No. You really shouldn't talk about yourself like that, it really shoots bullet holes at the self esteem."
I cringed at his words and he saw. "Hey, panic moment over, right? You don't have to pay five hundred dollars for replacement keys, and you get a free meal tonight."
The free meal did sound good. It's better than various breakfast foods and chips all day. I hate going to the cafeteria and when I can, I live off of my store trips with my mom which includes, chips, salsa, cereal, milk, sugar, and pretzels with the occasional God-awful tasting easy-mac. That is what my college week tastes like. It makes me hate the taste of chips, and appreciate real food all the more.
Xander walked me inside and up to my dorm room.
"Cool, I'm first level. I'll see you tonight, Sky. Is eight okay?"
I nodded and Xander smiled. He doesn't seem like a guy who smiles much and there he is in all of his glory smiling at me.
Xander headed back down in the elevator and my breathing finally sounded normal.
Oh, God, how embarrassing am I?
I rested my head on the door and smiled. Embarrassing seems to really work for me. I bit my lip and headed inside, shutting the door to find a black garbage bag full next to the trash can.
Oh, shit.