September 29-30, 2001

Entry number 6

Friday night has come yet again, and so has my one weekend off for the next three weeks. Honestly, it couldn't have come at a better time. Jonathan's wife Mara was away for the weekend visiting her sister or someone in their family that he doesn't quite get along with. So naturally, I have to go and see him. In fact, when I was getting ready to go to his apartment for the weekend,  Kristy came home and looked at me like I was insane. That was only after pulling a bag of chips out of the cupboard and flopping down onto her bed like a bright and glittery fish.

 

"I always knew there were girls that would sleep with their professors for their own reasons, but I never thought you to be one of those girls." She explained to me as I applied some smokey grey eyeshadow and laughed. From there I went to mascara, then eyeliner, and then a pillow to Kristy face and making her spill some of her chips.

 

"Well, this is just for help. He IS my mentor after all in my field." I explained, but deep down knowing that I couldn't get anything past Kristy. She merely nodded her head with her rainbow bright bangs, finished her chips, pulled out her nail file and began to file her matching rainbow-bright nails.

 

"Well, should I assume that you're not coming to Mugsies tonight? I'm doing free verse." She said as she continued to play with her nails. Kristy is a writing major and has an unbelievable love for anything in the printed form. She also has a creamy smooth voice(much like her skin) to match, making it so soothing and easy to listen to. She's trying to get me to go to Mugsies(which is our local coffee bar/bookstore on campus), but each time I had been working, and now that I'm with Professor Crane, I mean Jonathan she's been trying harder then ever to make me go, almost like she's trying to protect me from something. I do enjoy being there, but it seems like I can almost go at anytime. I mean Rayven(the owner) leaves keys with Kristy and I, probably because she knows that we wouldn't destroy the place.  

 

"I'll tell you what. We will try to come and see you tonight, I promise." I told her as she leaned over and laid her head on my shoulder. In a comforting gesture to her, I took my own fingers and ran them through and blue and green stripped part of her bangs. It was moments like these in our friendship that I realize how close Kristy and I are and how nice it feels to just be able to do these silly little things, even if we are friends.

 

"I just don't want to see you get hurt Harl. I mean I know how strong you are from where you used to be in the past when I first met you, but I feel like I still have to try and protect you from harm." She explained as I sat there with her for a moment more before getting up to finish packing my bag. I looked back at her knowing oh so well what she had meant, but at the same time I didn't care. I wanted to hurt if he broke my heart or did anything to me. It was all those little emotions he made me feel helped to make me human through this last year, the little jerks and tugs inside of me that he created kept me alive. I didn't let her know that of course, but I nodded my head and threw a pair of jeans into my bag along with a pair of his dark grey boxer shorts. Kristy saw them and to true Kristy fashion, had to say something.

 

"So, when you two play your bedroom games he wears your panties and you wear his?" Right after she had made that statement I pictured Jonathan running around the bedroom wearing the pink and black bikini panties I had put on for the special occassion. I began to shudder and threw another pillow at Kristy. This time she reached up and caught it in mid-air. We both started laughing as she pumped her fists in the sir and began to sing the theme song from "Rocky" (you know, the one that starts with the trumpet, I think it's called "Gotta Fly Now") I swung my bag and my purse over my shoulders as I gave her a quick hug.

 

"Good luck tonight, call me if anything happens." I said as she waved goodbye and I started outside to meet Jonathan. It was on these few occassions that I actually walked. I mean, if you're going to have an illicit affair with one of your professors, you have to be discreet about it, right? But I made the usually 25 minute walk in only about 20 as it was cooler tonight. The entire time I walked though I couldn't help but feel like there was someone or maybe even something watching me. At times I increased my speed, my heels smacking the pavement. I was practically running when I saw Jonathans apartment. Once I got to the doorto the building, I paused to catch my breath and fix my hair quickly. I opened the door to the building and I was covered instantly by warm air and delicious smells coming through the doors of the other apartments. I walked up the stairs to the fifth floor, where Jonathan shared his apartment with his wife. I walked up to the sixth door to the right and pulled the seventh key off of my keychain. (It was easier for him to do so like this). When I opened the door not even two minutes later, I was ambushed and immediately in his arms, feeling his lips slightly tickle the side of my neck. I giggled and we slowly pawed and played like two kittens fighting over catnip. A few minutes later I was buttoning his shirt back up as he was running a brush through my hair and trying to fix it, although he was not very sucessful.

 

"I promised Kristy that we would try to go hear her tonight at Mugsies." I explained to him as I finished his shirt and reapplied my makeup. He walked over to his closet and selected a dark red tie as he wrapped it around his neck. I heard him snort slightly as he turned to me.

 

"That's for you college kids. But if it means that much to you, we will go." He said with a gentle tone as I wrapped my arms around his waist. As I inhaled the cologne I bought him on one of my rare shopping trips, I felt at ease and happy. He turned his face to me and smiled.

 

"We're going out to eat tonight. I booked us reservations at Maronis." Jonathan said as I clapped my hands together in a estatic manner. He laughed as he handed me my jacket and we were on our way across town to Maronis. I had never been in there before so just try and imagine my surprise when I walked into the dim restaurant that had real Italian opera playing, the sounds of wine bottles being uncorked, knives and forks on plates and the gentle chitchat of lovers planning for their after dinner entertainment. We were led to a private table in the shadows of the restaurant. Once we sat there, I found myself gazing into his eyes that were dancing around in the soft glow of the candlelight. I don't remember how long we were there, but it was the first time I felt like we were a real couple. We were doing the silly coupley things like feeding each other, playing footsies under the table and whispering about sweet nothings to one another. I slipped under the table at one point because I "dropped my knife". I was about to pick it up when I felt his feet pull me closer to him and his voice got louder.

 

"Bruce, how nice to see you again." Jonathan's voice hit my ears with a wave of confidence that I have very rarely heard him use. Even for him though, I thought it sounded almost forced. I saw a pair of very expensive black leather shoes stroll up to the table. I tried to slip away and get a closer look, but Jonathans foot dug slightly into my butt, telling me to either stay put or get out the other way.

 

"Hello Jonathan. Glad to see you're doing well. What brings you here tonight?"  "Bruce" asked as I slipped away as quickly as I could still crawling around the tables unseen. Once I was far enough away I stood up, fixed myself up and walked back to the table with a bright smile. I saw sitting in my place was none other then Bruce Wayne, millionare and head of Wayne Enterprises. My mouth nearly dropped as Jonathan laughed and introduced me.

 

"Bruce, this is Harleen Quinzel. She is the top student in my class. Harleen, this is Bruce Wayne. He is a good friend of mine." Jonathan said as Bruce gave me a warm smile and shook my hand. In his handshake I definately sensed confidence to the point of cockiness, but at the same time there was something else to it, that I couldn't pick up.

 

"Nice to meet you. But anyway I should be going. Jonathan chin up and remember the man you are, not the man you were." Bruce said as he stood up, nodded at me and left. After that, we were silent. It was absolute silence the whole time until we crawled into bed. He held me the way he usually did, but there was something different about his grip. Instead of the sweet and comforting it was slightly cold and fearful. I turned to him and ran my fingers along his cheeks.

 

"What's wrong sweetie?" I asked as I watched his eyes. They became dark and cloudy, almost like he was becoming someone else and it terrified me. After a blink they were back to normal, the eyes I loved so much.

 

"Nothing babe. Get some sleep." He said as he kissed my forehead and was asleep instantly. I stayed awake for awhile with my brain pondering what Bruce as said as he left us. I looked at Jonathan as I whispered into the still of the room.

 

"What are you hiding from me?" I asked as I finally felt my eyelids growing heavy and finally shutting, aloowing myself to dream and dance away without a care in the world for several hours.

Reviews

[Sarah McConnaughey]

It's good so far. I look forward to reading the rest.