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The Little Bond


Juggling college and music was more difficult than I had anticipated.

I was trying to balance it out but I hadn’t found my rhythm yet. It didn’t help that I had chosen aeronautical engineering as my major. Aircraft design was no walk in the park but I knew exactly what I had signed up for. Building planes had always been my secret passion but my father wanted me to be a doctor like him since our falling out, I had choices and I made the ones that best suited me. He still refused to see me, but I met my mom for lunch every Sunday. I wished things could have been different between us. My dad wasn’t always this difficult though, he was a pretty good role model and father before all this happened.

Kyle gave me get an apartment that was close to the university campus that was in the southern part of the city. Torren, my buddy from high school, was my roommate and attended the same college and since he had won the talent show last year, he had also started recording his album right along with mine. We carpooled there on most days, but I overslept and he had already left when I woke up

With just five minutes before my lesson, I pulled into the parking lot and dashed to class. It was at first impossible to enter the corridor, for the crowd of students jostling one another and trying to get to their lecture halls on time. And yes, I was stopped more times than I can count, by fans, fangirls and the usual curious people. Maybe I really did need a bodyguard, but I just needed to have a normal life of a college kid. As I turned the corner hastily, I slammed into another person, the impact sending us both on our butts. I scrambled to my feet to help the girl up and offer my profuse apologies. My head snapped back when I realized who it was. I released her hand, but her blue eyes still held mine in a hypnotic trance that made me think of Dracula. She rose from the floor slowly and picked up her bag, without my help obviously. I didn’t trust myself to touch her. For a moment, I stared at her, my heart racing wildly. This was like déjà vu.



“I’m late,” I walked backward, suddenly feeling like a hunted animal.

“Of course-” she stammered and blushed, which was unlike her. She made people blush and not the other way around. “I just wanted to say-”

“I’ve got to go.” I cut her off, turned on my heel and like the coward I was, I ran. I didn’t know if it was from her or if it was just trying to beat the clock. It had been several months since we parted ways and had the final breakup. I still wasn’t ready to talk to her, let alone see her. And why didn’t anyone warn me that we’d be attending the same college? Surely, all our friends knew about this. Or didn’t they? Was she trying to deliberately torture me? To antagonize me?

Well, I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. Campus was big enough for both of us and I intended to avoid her like the plague. The only time I intended to see her was at Justin and Terrel’s wedding. I had no idea how I was going to make it through the day. But, I think that was going to be the day I started drinking. How was I supposed to be so close to her and remain unaffected? I know Zara was going to be there but she wasn’t part of the bridal team, she wouldn’t be able to save me from my inner turmoil or the one woman that even tormented me in my dreams.

When I was done with class I drove back home and found Torren was on his way out. He was pursuing some girl but she was proving to be a slippery one. We were invited to some frat party tonight and I wasn’t really in the mood, but then again when was I ever? The only reason I was ever went was because of my friends. Most times I’d just make a brief appearance then sneak out before anyone noticed.

“Hey,” Torren said, grabbing his car keys from the counter. “I’ve got a hot date tonight. Wanna tag along?”

“Count me out.”

“I’ve got to pick up a prospective girlfriend and her besties. Should I save you one?” His eyes were twinkling with humor and the slightest suggestion of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“No, thanks.” I dropped onto the soft leather couch that was a haven to my exhausted and aching body.

“Tough day?”

“Ran into Blue.”

“Ah,” his eyes darted around the room as he rocked on the balls of his feet. “So it happened.”

“So you knew?”

“Not until yesterday,” he sighed and wiped a hand over his brow. “I’m sorry, somehow I forgot to warn you.”

“Thanks a lot.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“Absolutely nothing.” My phone pinged as a notification came through. It was a message from Ashton, Blue’s son. He wanted me to come over.

“See you later!” Torren said as he walked out.

“Yeah. Cool!” I replied though I was distracted dialing the number.

“Is this Corbyn?” A voice piped from the other end.

“Yeah. And who might this be?” I played along.

“Ashton,” he let out an exasperated sigh. “Can’t you tell?”

“Whose phone are you using?”

“My nanny’s,” he said without remorse. “I still had your number in my notebook. Remember you said to call whenever I want.”

“Well I appreciate the call,” I couldn’t help but smile. “How are you doing little man?”. I really missed him.

“I haven’t seen you around and I kind of miss you.” He echoed my thoughts. “Want to come and hang out?”

My heart squeezed behind my ribcage. “I’d love to buddy but isn’t it almost your bedtime?”

“Not really. I’m here with my grandma and she said I can sleep when I’m tired.”

“And where’s your mom?”

“She went out with her friend Levi. He came to pick her up.”

“Oh.” So they were back together again, were they?

“So, are you coming or what?”

“I’m sorry I can’t little guy, I can’t make it tonight.”

“Tomorrow then? Can you pick me up after school?” His request pulled at my heartstrings. In all this, Blue and I never once considered AJ’s feelings. He and I had grown pretty close and even when they went away he would help himself to his someone’s phone and he’d call me every chance he got. He never had a male figure in his life and we had formed a strong bond. How do I tell an innocent child that I may never see him again? I couldn’t do it. I didn’t have the heart to.

“You’ll have to check with your mom first, but it sounds like a good plan to me.”

“Don’t worry about LJ. I’ll handle her,” he answered, sounding all grown up.

I laughed. “Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow champ.”

“Great!” His enthusiasm was contagious.

“Now…I think it’s time for you to go to bed,” I told him. “Goodnight buddy.”

“Goodnight Corbyn."

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