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The Promise	By : AlluringWords Category: G through L > Ginger Snaps Views: 1987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Promise – Chapter 4
The Smell of Popcorn
Moving about the halls of the school like cattle, I caught a whiff of something sweet. My head popped up faster than a tick on a hound dog. My eyes frantically searched over the plethora of bodies that filled the halls. I searched for Brigitte only to discover she was nowhere to be found. My brain started to characteristically take over. ‘Was it her? – No silly, it’s in your head. It’s not what you think it is. – Well what is it then?’ Looking around again, I thought, ‘Perhaps it’s popcorn. –Yeah popcorn! You like popcorn! – Are you really going to try and pass that off as popcorn?’ Multiple internal voices uttered, ‘Uh, um, well, ah.’ Trying to regain my composure and shake my irrational thoughts from my mind, I inhaled deeply as something alerted my entire nervous system. I felt pretty clever learning all about it in science lab the day before yesterday. ‘Hey didn’t you get a B on the test? – Guys knock it off! Not now.’

My heart began to uncontrollably pound inside my chest, my hands started sweating and my breathing became laboring. This was not something conjured up by my imagination. I again searched the halls, but still no Brigitte. I quickly thought back to yesterday when she was standing just a few meters away from me. There had been no reaction then. ‘It can’t be her. It just can’t be.’ I inhaled sharply trying to sense which direction the odor was coming from. In front of me, to my left. There were so many students around I couldn’t pin point it’s location. My brain shifted into high gear from sensory overload. I was taking in every smell at the school so I could pin point one particular smell. ‘Calm down, just concentrate. Close your eyes.’

As instructed, I closed me eyes and tuned around as careless students continually bumped into me. ‘Ok I smell perfumes, colognes. Oh man! I can’t believe his parents let him wear that stuff. Ignore the easy stuff. Concentrate!’ I slowed my breathing down a bit as I strained to make my brain think clearly. ‘Ok just like you’ve practiced. Ok, what do you smell? – I smell food in kid’s knapsacks, I smell dirty socks. – That’s just gross. I smell piss and cigarettes?’ I opened my eyes and peered to the end of the long hallway. ‘Oh bathrooms, that makes since.’ Closing my eyes I placed my forefingers on my temples as I thought. ‘Where did it go?’ I had begun to think it was gone when I got another whiff as a gentle breeze brought the scent back to me. My eyes shot wide open. This time it was much stronger. It was coming towards me. My breathing became eradicated, my heart beat was so strong I swore other kids could hear it. I could barely stand still. ‘Wait for it to come to you.’

I lifted my nose to the air and sniffed. It was definitely getting stronger. My eyes searched the crowd to match a face to the sweet smell that was taking control of my senses. I could feel my heartbeat on the bottoms of my feet. It felt like mini rocket blasters going off. ‘Calm down champ. It’s probably not what you think it is. – I know, I know but God it smells so sweet.’ I realized I had started drooling. ‘Well, this certainly isn’t popcorn.’ I mocked.

‘You need to prepare for the worse. – I know.’ Trying to remain calm I laughed, ‘Yeah, for all you know, it could be someone’s dog in heat.’ Reality had left a bitter taste in my mouth as my excitement was suddenly taken down a notch or two. But the scent was getting stronger. The smell filled my nostrils with delight. It should be just about in view, it was so strong now. And there I saw it. A girl’s face buried deep into her books that she carried chest high. Dark brown hair haphazardly fell around her face. But today she was some how different. I couldn’t put my finger on it. ‘What was so different from yesterday? People don’t change their scent. They just can’t. – Or can they?’ I patiently watched as she moved agonizingly slow threw the thick herd.

Something caught my eye when she was a mere 20 meters from me. I saw a glimmer of dark faded green, then a strip of white that seemed aged. It struck me as odd, even being a new student at the school, I knew our colors were blue and gold, but Brigitte’s letterman jacket clearly didn’t belong here. It was green and white. It wasn’t until she was almost within arm’s reach, that I realized it looked like it hadn’t even been from this decade as the corners of it’s patches were turned up and very worn. Someone had loved this jacket very much or had dragged it to hell and back. Caught on my heels I spun as Brigitte and her smell turned me right around. She hadn’t even looked up at me. She probably didn’t even smell me. ‘You mean see you. – Yeah right! She probably didn’t see me over those books of hers.’
I cautiously followed her into the bathroom. While she entered the last stall I checked the other stalls to make sure no one else was in there. I waited for her to come out. I felt like a fool but I had to get to the bottom of this right away. A few minutes passed and thankfully no one had entered the bathroom before Brigitte exited the stall. I must have caught her off guard and scared the hell out of her, causing all of her books to fall all over the ground. It confused me, but she quickly looked around like someone else should have been there. Still shaken from the spook, I held up my hands. “I’m not going to hurt you. I… I um” ‘Yeah champ! How are you going to explain this?’
Panicking I bent down and started picking up her books. I tried to force out a simple question that sounded more like the elongated version of Madam Butterfly. “B. I mean Brigitte!” I nervously rubbed my forehead switching the books from one hand to another before each attempted syllable. “Bri..gitte. um.. I.. um..” I quickly scratched my head like a dog with a bad case of flees. I picked up the books then I set the books down. ‘God I must look like a complete idiot. – Just ask the girl! – OK!’

Gathering all the books in one arm I casually rose to my feet. Taking an unknowingly glance at the bathroom door as I realized I was running out of time for any sort of privacy, I choked hard on my next sentence. “Brigitte, do you have a dog?’ She clearly had failed to see the humor in my question and barely chuckled, “You followed me in here to ask if I had a dog?” I gave her an embarrassing sideways glance. She walked over to the sink, taking advantage of having two free hands for once, to wash her hands. She looked at me in the mirror and answered, “No. No dogs at my house.” After drying her hands on her jeans she reached out her hands for her books. I politely handed them back to her. I was about to let her leave free and clear of any suspicion, when I mustered the last bit of courage I had as the strong aroma over took my senses once more. “Can I smell you?”

She froze dead in her track. I had clearly crossed the line now as I gritted my teeth and waited for the onslaught of verbal assaults I was sure to receive. She slowly turned around and it concerned me that her face didn’t appear as unnerved as I thought it should after such an unusual request from a complete stranger. Her head cocked a little to the side appearing to understand my motive. “You want to what?” I thought she was honestly asking. “I want to smell you. You know like your neck.” Shock and bewilderment now blanketed her entire face as I quickly countered, “Or you shirt. Maybe your hand. A boot?” I couldn’t believe the words that were firing out of my mouth uncontrollably. I had never asked anyone EVER if I could SMELL them. ‘What kind of idiot are you?’

She stood in silence as my feet started walking towards her. I took a couple of steps closer to her until her back was pressed firm against the wall. I wasn’t going to rape her I just needed to smell. ‘Oh God forgive me.” I thrust forward into her unwelcomed personal space as I took in a few deep breathes. The smell was strong but faint. It smelled old. Not living like the pale skinned flesh of a girl that now stood horror stricken in front of me. It wasn’t going to work I needed to be closer. As I slowly leaned closer towards her person, she closed her eyes and squinted. ‘If you’re going to do this. Do it fast!’ I leaned in until I was a few inches from her neck. I could smell the fear oozing from her pores. I quickly retracted. The smell wasn’t here. I pleaded with her. “I’m sorry. I really am so sorry Brigitte.”

Hoping the worst had passed she clinched her books once again tight against her chest and shoved past me. And there is was again, the smell. I stared at her and then it hit me. I moved after her with the reflexes of a cat catching the back of her jacket. Practically growling I asked, no I demanded, “Who’s jacket is this?” Gripping at the coat so hard she basically spun out of it while I held it tightly and slowly lifted it to my face. I stated with the same commanding voice, “It clearly isn’t yours.” With equal stealth and speed, she grabbed the jacket from my hand and slipped her arms back into it as she made her way to the bathroom door. “It’s belongs to my sister, Ginger.”
I blinked through the daze and was even more confused, ‘I didn’t know she had a sister.’
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