Falling Up Hill

By Bettina Busiello

After receiving a scholarship to attend the prestigious Hill University, Ophelia Everly embarks on a journey to Ireland to attend her second year of college. Ophelia then gets caught up in the dark secrets which start to unravel as she begins to seek answers. It is there she meets the handsome Professor David Martin and the seductive Sean O’Connor who seem to share a secret of their own. The more involved she gets with her new men, the closer she gets to discovering the truth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bettina Busiello
• Release date: Aug 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310752889

Bettina Busiello

Bettina Busiello is a dreamer by nature with an eccentric sense of humor. She spends most of her waking hours either spinning yarns, venturing online games or cuddling her cat October. She lives in Vermont where she is surrounded by enough fresh air to make her slightly high (which explains a lot).

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Prologue

Two years ago…

A looming, dark figure stood before her swinging body, its silhouette in a stance of satisfaction. It was finally over.

It had not been long since a grisly mess, not unlike this one, had to be cleaned up as well.

Greta was a little trouble maker too; at least I learned my lesson from that fiasco, the killer thought.

Oh Janine. You should have just stayed in your room, little girl.

The murderer stepped out of the room and into the long corridor, which extended across the second floor. The sconces on the walls painted the corridor with a pale yellow light, providing just enough luminosity to ensure no one would stumble over the body; at least for the time being.

****

Hill University and its attached high school, Hill Academy, located in Kiltegan, Ireland, were prestigious schools. Formerly known as McDuffy Castle, the interior was redesigned and renovated befitting a proper educational atmosphere. It had been set up as an experimental branch of higher education for the elite and their children.

This fine institution consisted of a four year high school, or what could be referred to as college in the United Kingdom; following it was a two year university program. It wasn’t publicized outside the upper echelons of society, and the academy was a hush in the community to keep the powerful strong, and the weak, well, out.

Like any elite institution, it wasn’t without its philanthropy. The school offered over a dozen scholarships each year for the gifted students who, perhaps, came from less prominent families.

As luck would have it, I am one of those students.

Chapter 1

I’d rather not get into the personal reasons behind why I decided to attend this school. Let’s just say my mother had run out of options. No, I’m not some maladjusted teenager who came from the wrong side of the tracks; quite the opposite. I was lucky enough to possess the skills that ranked me higher than my peers.

To put things in perspective, my mother was a senior vice president at one of the financial firms which collapsed during the economic meltdown. A story which many are, already, familiar with. She was able to reclaim her reputation and dignity before reentering the workforce about a year and a half after she was let go, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

Prior to sunny Ireland, I was living in Manhattan with my mother. We had recently relocated to the lower east side after she burned through her 401k to keep us afloat until she was able to find another job.

I’d like to think my mother is a smart, fiscally responsible woman who hasn’t dabbled in the nefarious dealings others in her position attempted, but I can’t be sure. One thing I did know, she definitely saw what was coming early on and prepared for it. The only thing she didn’t see coming was what would happen after she returned as a functioning member of society… a major pay cut.

Before you cats get all uppity about income, let me tell you something about Manhattan. Many of us (yes, myself included) would spend our days rolling around in hundred dollars bills if we made 80,000 dollars a year in any other city. In Manhattan, however, that 80k is more like 30k when you take into account the amount of your soul (and hard earned cash) you dish out in rent and living expenses every month. First world problems, I know, but she’s still a single parent who is raising a kid in one of the most expensive cities in the world. It’s not quite hand to mouth, but it’s a huge step down from where we used to be.

My grades and SAT scores were decent enough to get me accepted to any university of my choice, but even with financial aid the burden would have been the breaking point for my mother. Initially, I settled for a year at community college while keeping my options open for something better.

No matter how much I loved the city, I felt as if it had turned on me and my family, and I wanted out. During my second semester at community college, my wish had been fulfilled. The envelope I had been waiting for had finally arrived. My mother wasn’t keen on the idea of me leaving the country, but I told her I would get pregnant or arrested if I were to stick around.

I’ll take to riding the ‘white horse’ if you don’t let me go! I said.

Oh Ophelia, please don’t be so dramatic. I’m not comfortable with the idea of—

I cut her off. It’s a full ride, you can’t say no.

She sighed. Well one of the other VP’s had a son who attended. I should point out that he was there for the full six years and you’d only be going for one. That doesn’t seem worth it.

What if I leave in the spring? I asked.

You mean leave here? And go there?

Yeah, why not? I can check everything out beforehand.

She furrowed her brows at me. I don’t know that you can, even if I were to agree.

Call tomorrow morning and see? I flashed my big, innocent grin.

That doesn’t work on me anymore. She narrowed her eyes.

I batted my lashes and opened my eyes a little wider.

She couldn’t help but laugh. FINE! Stop that, you know it creeps me out.

The following morning, while my mother was off finding out if I could observe the atmosphere at Hill, I spoke to my professors about finishing my classes online since I had the opportunity to head to Ireland early. It was a slight stretch of the truth on my part, however, if everything worked out in my favor, I wanted to prepare for it.

All four of my professors seemed alright with the idea since the classes I was taking this semester consisted of writing and English credits. Since my day ended early, I figured I’d meet up with old friends and share the news.

I banged on the back door a few times.

There was a faint voice coming from the other side. Alright, alright, ALRIGHT! Don’t get your weave in a tangle!

The door opened and I stood there smiling.

Who’s out there, Georgia? I heard a voice call out from further in the building.

Trouble, she said, eyeing me. Don’t just stand there! she pulled me in and give me a big hug. Shouldn’t you be in class?

I’m all done for the day, Aunt Georgia. I gave a flashy grin.

Mmhmm. I wasn’t fooling her.

Aunt Georgia wasn’t really my aunt. She, or rather, he, was a forty year old African-American drag queen named Georgia Sparkles who ran the club, Tater Tots, in the East Village, as well as the costume shop next door. I was first introduced to this establishment three years ago when my real aunt had her bachelorette party here.

Generally, I wouldn’t be allowed in the club since I was only fifteen at the time, but they made an exception with the promise that I wouldn’t be drinking. Since my social rough patch, I had been visiting at least once a month ever since.

So what’s with the impromptu visit? she asked as I followed her toward the dressing rooms.

I might be moving to Ireland, I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

What?! She turned around.

WHAT?! I heard another voice call out from further in the room.

Within seconds, another one of my drag friends came bursting into the hallway.

My eyes widened. Okay I AM moving to Ireland but I might be leaving sooner rather than later.

Stella looked at Georgia. Is two in the afternoon too early for a drink? She paused and gasped, putting a hand over her mouth. MY BABY’S LEAVING ME! The fake tears soon followed.

Georgia rolled her eyes. Don’t be so dramatic. She turned to me. So where exactly are you going?

It’s a school about an hour outside of Dublin, I replied.

She continued to look at me. Well there’s obviously more to it than that.

I nodded and sat on a chair near the dressing table. I need to get out of here.

Ooh, girl, I feel ya there.

Stella spoke up again. I know a few Dublin queens who will keep an eye out for you if you want me to call them.

Stella Artwats was a younger, white queen who came from a strict Irish-Catholic family. She was born in New York and her mother came to the U.S. back in the 70s when she met Stella’s father. It took a while, but her mother finally accepted Stella’s lifestyle a few years after Stella’s father passed away. Though it didn’t stop her from making the sign of the cross before every drag show she attended.

It’s only for a year anyway. I shrugged.

Georgia looked at me for a moment. Well you can’t leave without some good luck charms.

I smiled. Oh no, you don’t have to give me anything.

The hell I don’t! She began digging through her accessories and pulled out a box. Ah yes, take this in case you meet a prince.

I grabbed the box and looked at the small tiara inside. I don’t think there are any princes in Ireland, Aunt Georgia.

Well you can pretend, she said, her voice trailing off for a second, I know I have to.

I wanted to snicker but she was going through a rough breakup with her boyfriend.

She grabbed a large tote bag and filled it with a few more items. If you find yourself needing any emergency costumes while you’re away, please let me know.

You know I didn’t come here for anything, I just wanted to spend time with my girls before I left, I said as I did an over exaggerated hair flip.

Stella put her hands to her mouth again. We taught her so well!

They both put their arms around me in a group hug.

I was hesitant to leave since there were more people I wanted to say goodbye to but I also needed to head home to see what the verdict was on my early arrival.

Thankfully, I came back home to some good news.

Oh, Ophelia, I’m sure you’ll be pleased. The school has agreed to let you stay for the summer and you can come as early as the last week of the current school year.

I arched a brow. Really? Just like that?

Yes well, they had an available opening plus you’re only there to observe. I also will be paying them for the stay.

I felt the muscles in my face drop. There it is. I sighed. Mom, don’t worry, I am not making you pay for anything—

You want this and I want you to be happy. Things have been good lately, so I figured I’d try to give you an early birthday present. You’ll also have a limited spending account. It’s for food and other necessities, you shouldn’t need anything else. Her eyes narrowed. Stay away from online shopping.

I threw my hands up in the air. I got it!

You’ll also be pleased to know that I already booked your plane ticket.

The sentiment shocked me. It’s a good thing I got my professors to agree to letting me finish up my courses online.

She paused a moment. You know, I actually hadn’t thought about that. She came over and hugged me. Are you sure you want to go right now?

I looked up at her. "I can stay if you really want."

Well I just spent 900 dollars on a plane ticket— you’re going.

I chuckled a bit at her assertion, but this development left me only about two weeks to pack and prepare. I almost wanted to start packing immediately, though I was more excited about researching the surrounding area to see what I could do over the summer or, more specifically, for my birthday.

Chapter 2

The evening before my flight came sooner than expected. I rushed to get my last minute stuff together and packed.

I’m having second thoughts about you going, I heard my mother say from the hall.

Hey, it’s your 900 bucks, lady. I smirked.

She shook her head and hugged me tight. What if something happens to you?

It’s Ireland, Mom, not the Congo.

You’re not a mother, Ophelia, you can’t possibly understand.

I squeezed her back.

Now get some sleep, I’ll wake you in the morning. She kissed my forehead and left the room.

The problem was, I couldn’t sleep.

I was too excited about my trip and worried that if I slept, I’d forget something.

My thoughts drifted to the things I was leaving behind. I grabbed a box of photos from my closet and went through them all. I paused at the ones of my ex and our small circle of friends. At least I don’t have to think about any of you for the next year, I muttered to myself as I tossed the pictures back in the box and shoved it back into my closet. I crawled into bed and stared at the ceiling until the sun started to rise.

****

I smelled something delicious wafting through the apartment, so I got up and headed to the source.

You’re up early. My mother looked at me. I was going to wake you as soon as this was done, she continued while flipping a pancake.

I never slept.

She tilted her head and sighed. You are going to be tired, baby girl. The last pancake was off the griddle and she set a plate in front of me.

I shrugged. I’ll sleep on the plane, I said while pouring syrup over my pancakes.

You say this now.

Did you know that the first stage of motion sickness is feeling sleepy?

No, I didn’t know that. She smiled as she watched me eat.

Mom, you’re creeping me out.

I saw a few tears. My baby’s leaving home.

Jesus, you sound like Stella.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes. Just wait until you have a daughter of your own.

It didn’t get emotional until she pulled into the airport garage. Her emotions made me tear up, too. Leaving my mother proved to be the most difficult part. This was the first time we’d be away from each other for more than three days.

I had quite a bit of luggage and it turned out that the checked baggage fees would be on par with a first class ticket, so my mother upgraded my ticket for the additional perks.

She eyed me. Another early birthday present, missy.

I hugged her. Thanks, Mom.

Please call me as soon as you land. She squeezed back, tight.

I coughed, straining to breathe. If I even make it there.

She brushed my hair with her fingers. I can’t do this!

I kissed her forehead and picked up my bags. I love you, Mom. Now go home and take a nap. It’ll be a while before I get there.

I walked away and turned back to see her standing by security with tears in her eyes. It was obvious she wasn’t going to leave until she could no longer keep me in her view.

****

As predicted, as soon as the plane was up in the air, I passed out. Even the turbulence couldn’t keep me up for more than a minute.

At least there was a chauffeur waiting for me when I landed. My mother had set up a car so I could get my things to the school without any issue.

I approached a short man holding up a sign with my last name scribbled across it. Smiling as I got closer, I greeted him. Hi, I’m Ophelia Everly.

Ah, how was your flight, Miss? He had a thick Irish accent.

I don’t know, I slept through most of it.

He chuckled a bit. I’d be fearing for my life every minute I was up there.

I returned the laugh. Just so you know, I have a lot of baggage.

Don’t we all, he retorted.

I laughed. Witty, I like that.

I held out my hand and he smiled as he took it. I’m Eddie.

Well Eddie, I guess we have a fairly long drive ahead of us?

It’s not too bad, about an hour if we’re lucky.

I pointed to my carry-on. They all match this one, pretty much.

I wasn’t used to being catered to, I tried to insist that I grab a few bags myself. Eddie wasn’t having any of it.

Please, Miss, I have this.

I had to admit the city surprised me. With the modern high rises, boutiques and shops, it didn’t differ that much from New York, though that all changed by the time we got into the country.

My first view of the school, aside from the pictures from a Google search, was breathtaking. As the car approached the road that led to the entrance, I politely asked Eddie to stop. He nodded and pulled over, and I stepped out to take a look at the rolling green hills.

The scenery was majestic and everything about the view of the castle, from the open fields to the rushing storm clouds, reminded me of a fairy tale. The sun’s rays were peeking through the dark, grey clouds, caressing a glowing horizon. I felt cold and warm at the same time.

I smiled to myself as I got back into the car. Sorry about that, Eddie.

No worries, m’dear. ‘Tis truly a sight to behold, he said as he resumed driving towards the school.

We pulled up to the front entrance and a man was there, ready to greet us. He wore a business suit, and he didn’t look like an employee of the service industry. Eddie got out and began removing my bags from the trunk. Before I had a chance to do so myself, the man opened the car door for me.

Welcome to Hill University, Miss Everly, he said.

It came to a surprise that he knew who I was, though I suppose I shouldn’t have been. I nodded just the same. Thank you.

Do you need assistance bringing these in? Eddie asked gesturing towards the luggage at this feet.

If you wouldn’t mind, said the man.

I still have a free arm, Eddie. I smiled at him.

We can take care of this, Miss.

Nonsense, I said while lifting up the handle of one of the rolling bags.

I looked at the man who kept his eyes on me as he picked up some of the bags himself. He didn’t smile and something about him made me uneasy. He also hadn’t introduced himself. Though I didn’t want to come off as rude, I asked anyway. I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t get your name.

He looked at Eddie then back to me, starting at my feet before lifting his gaze. It would have come off as lecherous if he didn’t have a look of annoyance on his face. Principal Gilbert Radcliff.

I gave a polite smile. Nice to meet you, I said before lifting my eyes to the front of the building, which was definitely larger, and more intimidating, up close.

Follow me, please, stated Mr. Radcliff.

Whatever I assumed about the building from the outside did not do justice to the interior. I felt my jaw drop ever so slightly as my eyes fell on the ornate walls and ceiling. I didn’t want to be obvious about my lack of experience with things of grandeur, so I closed my mouth and held on to my lower lip with my front teeth. I’m pretty sure it looked more ridiculous than my mouth hanging open like some slack-jaw, but I’d rather people think me odd than feeling out of place in an environment above my station.

We continued through the foyer and I noticed a couple of girls in uniform, sitting on a bench. They paused their conversation and turned their gaze to me before whispering a couple of things. I gave them one of my polite smiles and continued on my way. One girl smiled back, seemingly genuine, while the other neglected the gesture and whispered something into her friend’s ear. The smiling girl rolled her eyes at what was, I could only assume, a rude comment about me.

I guess I should pause a moment and address the origins of my polite smile. It’s something I had picked up over the years.

Being something of a trouble maker, I often had to fool people into thinking I was always a well behaved young lady. So, I developed the most innocent and genuine looking face you could imagine, a sort of no trouble here, but good luck finding it elsewhere kind of smile. After spending hours in front of a mirror practicing, I began using it on trained and untrained members of my family and friends.

It should be noted that it no longer works on my mother.

As I continued to follow Mr. Radcliff to my dorm room, I caught the attention of many curious students. Peering around the principal to see further down the hall, I shifted my gaze to the right. A man, who I could only assume was a member of the faculty, was leaning against a door frame, slowly biting into an apple while he watched my every step. As we got closer, I could make out more of his features. Whoever he was, he was gorgeous; not a word that should come to mind when describing a potential teacher.

He had green eyes and light brown hair which seemed almost too perfect, loosely combed back. He was in a three piece suit and tie with his jacket slung over his shoulder. The sleeves of his white dress shirt were rolled up, exposing his muscular forearms, making him look like he was ready for a GQ photo shoot.

As soon as my eyes caught his, I looked to my left only to catch the attention of a young Japanese girl who was quite adorable and giving me a huge smile. She gave me a finger wave as I walked by and I returned the gesture, since that was the only part of my hand I could move. She kept her smile as she passed me. When I turned back to my right I stopped short, realizing I was face to face with Mr. Gorgeous.

What are you smiling at? He even sounded sexy as hell; and he was definitely English, not Irish.

My eyes widened as my grin shifted to one of slight embarrassment. Oh, um, nothing.

He took another bite of his apple.

God, even his mouth is sexy.

I shifted my bag further up my shoulder and looked forward. Mr. Radcliff had gotten ahead of me and was looking back at us with a slight scowl on his face.

You had better catch up, said the mystery man, smirking at me. He seemed to put emphasis on the P in up, almost as if he were taunting me.

I raised my brows but kept my gaze forward as I sped up to catch my escort.

This is your room. You will be boarding with Christina Andrews, said Principal Radcliff.

I nodded. Thank you, Mr. Radcliff.

It was shocking to see that my room was so close to the main hall. In fact, I glanced back to see Hot For Teacher finishing up his apple and heading back into his office. I could feel that sexy smile of his in my direction, even at this distance. While collecting my thoughts, I smiled as the principal gestured for me to come further into the room; Christina wasn’t there.

The room itself was a decent size, almost as if prior to the castle’s conversion to a school, it was a drawing room of some sort. The beds were bigger than your average dorm room bed; each one was full sized and on the opposite ends of the room.

The principal set my bags down near the closet and turned towards me. If you need anything, the main offices are near the front entrance, towards the right, as you’re exiting.

Thank you, was all I could muster as I was anxious for him to leave.

He handed me the door key before finally leaving.

I began unpacking, all the while waiting for Christina to enter. The sun was starting to set and I could see the glow of it in the distance. Despite the darkness creeping in, the room was open, with tall windows letting in any and all available light. I reached over to the night stand and turned on the light before continuing to put my things away.

There wasn’t much in the way of décor, just a Japanese screen towards the back and a lounge chair. Each side of the room had a night stand, a dresser with attached mirror and a walk-in closet. Opposite of the screen was a small kitchen area with a half sized fridge.

Sounds of people walking by the room echoed in the halls as I took a quick peek outside the door. Since it didn’t seem like Christina was going to make an appearance any time soon, I figured I’d use this time to explore.

I stepped into the hall and made my way back to the foyer, pausing in front of Mr. Hottie professor’s door. Though it was closed, I could see the glow of light coming from the opening at the bottom. He was definitely in there, but I wasn’t about to knock and get his attention. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I didn’t want the attention of an overtly sexual man, let alone a potential teacher.

I continued down the hall toward the foyer and looked for the offices Principal Radcliff had mentioned, they were exactly where he said. It was a small hall that branched out, and the entire section looked like it was renovated in a style akin to that of a modern office building.

The door was open but there was no one in sight. Further in were a set of double doors, ajar, with a dim light spilling out. As I peeked in I saw a woman sitting behind a desk, resting her forehead in her hand. She was writing something which had her complete focus.

The floor creaked under my foot and she looked up, surprised. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to make out who I was.

Rather than catch her off guard, I immediately introduced myself. Ophelia Everly, Ma’am.

She seemed confused for a moment before smiling. Oh yes, come in, please. She stood up and gestured to the chair in front of her desk. I thought you’d be arriving in June?

Well, to be honest, I was really excited about seeing this place, getting a feel for the culture and the environment as well as the local flavor. I convinced my mother to let me arrive early. She told me that she spoke to someone who gave the okay?

I see. She looked at me as if in thought. I don’t think I was the one she spoke with.

She said there wouldn’t be an issue if I came earlier than expected. I started to get worried.

No, there’s no issue. It’s just that it’s unexpected. She smiled. Welcome to Hill, Miss Everly. She extended her hand.

I took it and smiled back. You had me worried for a moment. I glanced at the name placard on the desk just as she was introducing herself.

Dean Evelyn Smythe, pleasure to meet you.

So you’re in charge? I asked with delight, but in the back of my mind I was trying to figure out how someone so young was in charge of a university. She couldn’t have been older than thirty-five.

Yes, well, I’m in charge of the university portion of the school and Principal Radcliff is in charge of the college.

I believe I met him earlier. He was the one who helped get me settled.

She narrowed her eyes again. I see. That was nice of him. There was probably no one else, our staff tends to leave early on Fridays. She paused. Alright. Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Everly, but I really do have to get back to this… work.

The way she said work threw me, almost as if it were a white lie or a secret. I figured sticking my nose in the Dean’s business on my first night wasn’t the smartest idea, so I decided to put it out of my mind.

On the way back to my room, I paused outside of Professor Sexy’s office. The door was still closed, but the lights were off. I continued to my room, stopping short when I realized the door was closed.

The key… crap.

I’m pretty sure it was still on the dresser when I left earlier, but I hadn’t thought I’d need it. Hoping to not have to utilize my ill-gotten lock picking skills either, since my lock picks were in the room as well, I took a chance and turned the handle. Knocking didn’t seem to be an option since Christina was probably inside, sleeping.

Thankfully, it was unlocked though the room was pitch black. There was some movement coming from Christina’s side of the room. I thought it odd she would be sleeping this early; it was only half past eight. While moving toward my dresser, failing to feel for my purse in the dark, I took a deep breath and flipped on the light.

HEY!

Wincing, I turned toward her. My embarrassment grew when I realized not only was she not sleeping, she wasn’t alone. There was definitely some else hiding under the covers.

My eyes widened. Oh, oh oh, oh my God, I am SO, so sorry. I grabbed the keys off the dresser and flipped the light off before bolting out of the room at lightning speed. I made it about forty feet from the room before I started laughing at myself and what just happened. It was an awkward greeting but I don’t know who was more shocked, her or I.

I continued to walk down the hall at a slower pace, my quiet laughter turning into a full on giggle which anyone within earshot could hear; and, of course, someone did.

Well hello there, giggles. That voice, that sexy, sexy voice.

I glanced to the left and realized I had made it a few steps shy of the office door.

Had he come back in those few minutes I was away? Was he inside the entire time, in the dark?

Uh, hi? I’d be damned if I gave this guy the impression I was some giggly teenager, despite him seeing me with awkward looks on my face both times we’d met. I turned to face him full on and a wave of confidence took over.

I’m a New Yorker. Who the fuck am I nervous around? Nobody.

Ophelia Everly. It came off almost snarky as I extended my hand.

A huge grin washed over his face as he extended his hand to meet mine. David Martin. He paused. Professor David Martin.

Oh, professor of what?

Writing and Literature for the university students. His tone turned serious. I guess it was reassuring that he took his job with some degree of sincerity, even though he looked like he could be a professional gigolo.

My confident woman façade faded as pangs of hunger crept in my stomach. I hadn’t eaten anything since the plane. I’m sure it was visible in my face because his look changed to one of concern.

Are you alright?

Yeah, I just… haven’t eaten in twelve hours.

He seemed surprised. Listen, the canteen is closed for the evening, but I know a pub about ten minutes away where you can still grab a bite.

Well, uh, I don’t have a car. The snarky tone was still there, but I felt I should consider reeling it in at this point.

You’re in luck because I do. He gestured for me to follow him. I was heading out anyway.

Is it alright that— I wasn’t sure how to phrase it or even say the correct words to express my thoughts of having outside contact with teachers.

—that we have dinner? He smiled. Yes. It looks as though you need to eat something and I wouldn’t be a responsible teacher if I let a student starve on my watch.

Well, I’m not exactly a student yet, I said as I continued to follow him.

Oh? He glanced at me and arched a brow. I’m sure I saw you settle into Christina Andrews’ room.

Technically I’m here for the second year university program. I’m a few months early because I wanted to see what this was all about, and get familiar with the surroundings, customs and culture— I trailed off a bit.

He looked at me and smiled. Well then, welcome. He opened the car door for me gesturing for me to get in.

Such a gentleman. I smiled.

It was sad such things surprised me, but then again, not many people had cars in New York.

****

As we drove towards the glowing lights of the town, I felt his eyes on me. My gaze focused outside of the window. Soon, I realized that the hem of my skirt was pushed up, exposing a good portion of my thigh.

The ride was quiet, and by the time we pulled up to the pub I was feeling a little light headed. Before I had a chance to move, he got out of the car and opened my door for me.

Despite his lecherous gazes, I suppose he had a proper upbringing. The more I sat there, thinking about it, the more I realized the last time someone held open a car door for me was from the limo my family rented for my grandfather’s funeral; I was ten.

American men were so disappointing in the manners department these days.

Thoughts of my grandfather’s funeral flickered in my head before I heard Professor Martin say, Hey, you still with me?

I slid out of the car and gave him an apologetic smile. Sorry, I got a little distracted for a moment there. I’m just a little faint, I need food.

He held the door open for me as we entered the pub. It was quiet for a Friday evening. We grabbed a seat at a corner table. The only other patrons were two drunks at the bar and a middle aged couple sitting on the other side of the pub. To my relief, no one paid us any mind. We most likely came off as a young couple on a quiet date.

Professor Martin, despite dressing as a responsible adult, almost came off looking like a hipster. He just needed a Trilby to complete the look. I bit my lip, trying to hide the smile from my thoughts and of course, he caught my expression.

That smile, that coy smile. I can only imagine what goes on in that dirty little mind of yours. A devious grin took over his professional demeanor.

I’d like to think of myself as a clever gal who can say exactly what goes on in her head. Oh? Well I’ll tell you. You look like a hipster. You’re just missing one of those Trilby’s, I said in a matter-of-fact manner.

He met my humor with a laugh. "Thanks. I can honestly say that was not the look I was going for. I guess many would mistake a professional appearance as irony in the United States."

Oh? Is that a slight against my country?

No such thing, just an observation.

Of course he would try to mask an insult with a polite sentiment. Perhaps it was the British thing to do.

There was only one employee from the look of things, a man behind the bar. He was wiping down the bar and looked up at us. I’m pretty sure he saw us come in, but decided to finish his nightly duties before tending to us. And here I thought apathy in the service industry was an American custom. I smiled again, though this time I was definitely not going to share my thoughts.

What now?

Nothing. The faint sound of innocent guilt flowed through my tone.

Right, he said with a hint of sarcasm.

Changing the subject, I indicated the barkeep heading our way. Look! We’re finally getting the attention we deserve, I said with my colorful, overdramatic flair.

And with that, a genuine laugh erupted from Professor Martin. You’re, he paused a moment, you’re funny, do you know that?

My eyes widened with delight as I responded. That’s what I’ve been insinuating all along! Sometimes I had a very dramatic way of speaking. It was a skill I picked up when trying to mask my way through the over-privileged kids I encountered during high school.

It’s late. The voice came from the approaching barkeep who seemed almost bitter at new arrivals. There’s not much left in the kitchen, the cook is starting to clean up.

His accent was thick. I’d yet to analyze the types of accents, but if the Irish ones I heard earlier were anything in comparison to American accents, this guy would be a Southern Drawl to New York’s High Society. Either way, it was still interesting and new.

Sorry, I just arrived from the U.S., I haven’t eaten since my plane ride. I gave him my innocent puppy look. I wasn’t sure if that kind of look would work on a hard man like this, but it couldn’t be worse than just demanding a menu.

He eased up on his tone. Well then, welcome to Ireland! And with that, he rushed to the bar and started pouring drinks. I wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic and rude or grabbing us drinks. Low and behold, he had come back with three dark lagers squeezed between his hands. He set one in front of the professor and two in front of me.

Wow, really, welcome to Ireland indeed.

What can I get you both to eat? he asked.

I almost suggested we needed menus, but before I said anything, Professor Martin spoke up. Just some bread for right now, and a menu if you have one.

Ah, well a menu won’t do ya any good. Like I said, kitchen’s limited.

At this point I interjected, Well, I’ll go easy on you. I’m a vegetarian? I know it came off as a question. Not only did I want to keep myself open to whatever they had available, I also wanted to avoid insulting the local cuisine.

Another hearty laugh erupted from the bartender. Oh, no worries, I’ve got just the thing.

As he walked away, Professor Martin called out to him, Make it two of whatever it is.

Aye, he replied from a distance.

I took a moment to scan the pub. It was tiny and old, but it had connecting rooms to the main dining area and a back room which had a small stage and amp hookups. Do they have live music here?

I believe so. I’ve only been here a few times.

My thoughts went back to earlier in the evening, when I walked in on my roommate and her mystery man. Another smile crept over my face.

Again with the smiling.

I’m just really happy I’m here. It was one of the few honest, emotional sentiments I’d give to someone who probably thought I was a walking set of tits.

At that moment his demeanor softened as he looked at me. He stared at me for a moment, locked in eye contact. He wasn’t just studying my body, it was if he was trying to see my soul.

Oh great, I thought. I revealed more than I had intended with this one. He must have caught himself doing the same because as soon as I locked my gaze with his, he looked away and cleared his throat. In the same gesture, he grabbed his beer, taking a huge swig. Well then.

Well then, indeed. I looked at the drinks before me. I have two of these to finish.

And finish them you must. Don’t want to insult the man.

I looked away and made a valiant attempt at chugging my beer. I wasn’t very good at it, but I was determined to be a pro.

We sat in silence and drank our beers. There could have been more conversation between us, but the night was creeping in and I had been up for over a day at this point. What could have been construed as awkward silence between anyone else was quite comforting to me. I gave a quick look towards Professor Martin; he seemed to be comfortable as well. He was observing the couple across the pub, his head tilted as he studied their every move. I couldn’t help but feel something predatory coming from him.

I looked up at the bartender approaching us.

Finally, food.

What’s this? I didn’t want to come off as an unappreciative child by the tone of the question.

Boxty. Don’t worry. He gauged the slight concern in my eyes. It’s vegetarian. You’ll like it.

Well, I always trust men who try to get me drunk. My comedic tone had returned for an encore.

He began laughing. Oh, you had better hold on to this one! The laughter continued as he walked back to the bar.

The professor had muttered something under his breath in retort of the comment, though I couldn’t quite hear what it was. He caught me looking at him and cleared his throat. Eat up, can’t have you passing out on me.

And there it was, a devious smirk.

You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

I took a bite of my dinner and was it ever delicious. Boxty was pretty much an Irish version of a latke, and by the taste, it had Katz’s deli beat by a mile.

It might have been unnerving for the professor to watch me eat, considering I was chowing down like a starved Rottweiler. When I looked up and saw the professor’s wide-eyed stare, I realize the sight of me eating wasn’t what held his attention; it was the sound.

You see, I have this little habit of moaning when I’m eating good food, especially when I’m hungry. Not only had it caught the attention of my companion, but it also garnered some dirty looks from the middle aged couple across the pub as well as curious gazes from the drunks at the bar. Fork in hand, I raised it to my mouth. Oh.

Yeah, Professor Martin said, oh, indeed. His surprised stare turned into a coy one. Well now, if you sound like that while eating, I can only imagine what you sound like—

He stopped himself. It didn’t stop me from taking control of the statement, "Yeah, please don’t finish. I don’t think we’re there yet." I cocked a brow.

I tried to finish my second beer as fast as I could without gagging. First off, it was warm. Second, I’m not much of a beer drinker. It would have been rude not to finish, so I took a deep breath and downed the rest of my drink.

The time seemed to fly while we both sat there, eating quietly. Well… he ate quietly. I was mostly quiet.

Once finished, we walked up to the bar to pay for the meal and drinks. I opened up my wallet when the bartender’s hand slapped down on the surface in front of me. Oh no, girly, this one is on the house. I know you’ll be back. The ladies can’t get enough of me.

AYE! I heard from my left, one of the drunks had spoken up.

With that, the bar tender poured some whiskey into a shot glass and slid it over to the man as a funny way of saying, Thank you.

Well of course, I said, it’s not every day that you meet your soul mate!

Both drunks and the bartender broke out in boisterous laughter. There was also a chuckle from behind me; it seemed the line worked on Professor Martin as well.

If you tire of her, bring her back here, said the bartender.

Never, retorted Professor Martin with the same devious grin plastered on his face.

The professor and I exited the pub. As per habit and exhaustion, I went to the wrong side of the car.

Oh, first day in the country and you think you’re going to drive?

My cheeks flushed as I sheepishly made my way to the correct side of the car.

You’re cute when you’re embarrassed, he said.

We’ll have none of that ‘cute’ stuff, I said as I held up my hand in protest.

Right. Well we’ll see about that. He moved to open the door for me once more.

****

The drive back was tame, all things considered. I rested my head back into the seat, feeling a slight buzz from having had two beers with minimal food intake. When I rolled my head towards the professor, I noticed he made it a point to keep his eyes on the road. Every so often, I noticed him glance down at my legs. At that point, I let my guard down and closed my eyes.

We arrived at the school and he parked in the same spot he had pulled out of. Oh, is your name on that spot?

I just always get it, he said.

Back in the states we call that ‘Rock-Star parking.’

He laughed and exited the car to, once again, open my door for me.

I was confused for a moment. Wait, don’t you have to go home or something?

I am home, he replied.

So even the employees live here? I asked.

Sort of. He gestured for me to follow him in. Many of the employees here are locals, but I’m from London and I would prefer not to get a second home or rent a place here. Plus, I like the set up I have already.

Something irked me about the way he said those last few words. It was so sinister. Did he have a secret dungeon or lair? I mean, this was a castle. Who knew what parts I hadn’t seen yet?

Interesting, was the only reply I could muster. He had to know the lack of originality in my response meant I was done for the night.

Do you need me to escort you back to your room? It definitely came off as a little pervy, but I knew he wasn’t serious. Even if he was, there was no way he’d expect me to reply to his suggestion favorably.

Keep dreaming, buddy. With that, I picked up my pace and headed back to my dorm room.

The door creaked as I twisted the handle and pushed in. I didn’t want a repeat of the earlier incident, and I was too tired to care who was in the room or what was going on with them. I kicked off my shoes and fell into bed.

Chapter 3

The next morning I awoke thinking it was late, but I soon realized I had only gone to bed around 10 PM; that was early, even by my standards.

Maybe this jetlag thing won’t be so bad.

The room was empty and the clock on the nightstand showed 9:12 AM.

I had fallen asleep in yesterday’s clothes. Gross, I said as I stood up.

The room was bright with the light of the day as I rummaged through my dresser looking for some fresh clothes. My next move was locating the dorm bathrooms since this room didn’t seem to have one attached. I stepped out of the room and walked across the hall, looking in the open doorway. A girl was sitting cross-legged on her bed, watching her laptop screen so I gave a light knock on the door frame.

A slight smile came to her lips. Hey there, you’re the new girl across the hall, huh? She had an accent but I couldn’t pin point where she was from.

Yeah, I’m sorry to bother you but, I lowered my voice, where, exactly, are the showers?

Her smile grew and she stood up. Oh, of course. I’ll show you.

She stepped past me and motioned for me to follow her as she rounded the corner.

We didn’t go more than twenty feet when she opened a door and swung her hand inside.

Well that’s not far at all. I felt bad that I had bothered her with something so simple. Thank you so much, I said as I reached out my hand. I’m Ophelia.

She met my hand with hers. Anna. If you need anything else, I’ll be hanging out in my room for most of the day. She stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Aside from the décor, the shower stalls against the wall were modern. The only thing that seemed to be gutted was the plumbing. I imagined a claw