An Angel For Ms. Right, Contemporary

An Angel For Ms. Right


Lying on the bed in her dorm room, Denise recounted the events from earlier last week.  She had not seen Adam since that day.  Although he attended the lecture without fail, Adam always arrived after she did and made sure he was the first one out of the door at the end of the period.  She had absolutely no chance to say a word to him.  Somehow, she had missed him since that fateful day last week.  The heat from his eyes each time they had seen one another that day was so palpable she was convinced the intensity of the image would be embedded in her mind forever.

Since she did not know much about him other than his name, neither did she know what other classes he was in, it was tough to try to run into him anywhere else on campus.  There were four major buildings, three dorm halls, and a host of several other smaller facilities on the campus so he could be anywhere at any given time.  The only thing she had to go on was his name.  His name! Of course! She thought to herself as she rolled into a sitting position on the bed.

She did not have to worry about making too much noise because her roommate had not returned. It was only 8 PM Friday night, so Denise did not expect to see Amanda until the early AM hours, probably as close to dawn as possible. Lifting her laptop from its carrier bag, Denise logged on to the school’s intranet and found the link she needed on the homepage.  Digging deep into her memory, she searched for the pronunciation of his last name and started typing into the search engine box.

Angel… Angellis… Aggeliki …ahh, here it is.

Since his name was so unique, there was only one Adam Aggeliki listed on the Eastern States University People search.  She quickly scanned the basic information and found his Instant Message screen name.  With that in hand, she took a deep breath and typed it into the intranet application.  When she saw that a green dot was lit up next to his name, indicating he was still online at whatever terminal he was logged in at, Denise let out a breath she did not realize she had been holding.

Why she was going through so much trouble over one guy she had met exactly once, Denise had no idea.  Then she remembered how, over a brief lunch date, she had a sense of freedom and happiness that had become foreign to her.  Even the idea of a date had become only a memory in her distant past.  Not one guy had so much as looked at her since she stepped foot on this campus.  She assumed it did not help that she practically lived in sweat pants or jogging outfits and refused to do anything more to her hair than a ponytail or have it hang loose around her shoulders.  Denise honestly did not see the point in any emotional attachments to men or anyone else.  People, most certainly men, only seemed to disappoint or, at the very least, have an ulterior motive for trying to get close.  With Adam, the small bond forged was almost instant and offered her a relief she craved for so long.

It was perhaps that closeness, that connection that Denise missed the most.  Before the sudden cold shoulder her father handed the family, they had all known some really great times together.  Now, everything was a façade at home, one she could no longer be a part of.  The connection she felt with Adam brought back a wave of good memories and feelings she desperately wanted back but had convinced herself could no longer exist in her life. When Adam walked away that day, she knew he had some painful secrets of his own he was holding in.  Denise held a high hope, given enough time; they would be able to help one another through those pains.

Denise clicked on Adam’s name and was about to type a message when she heard her phone on top of the dresser buzz loudly.  She slid the small computer off of her lap and onto the bed as she reached over to grab the phone, all the while watching the green dot on the screen as though her life depended on it.  Without checking the phone first, she flipped it open and chimed a greeting.

“Well,” her Mother began, “look who is home on a Friday night.  Not surprising at all.”

While rolling her eyes, Denise sat back against the wall that the bed was adjacent to and placed the computer back on her folded legs.

“Mom, I don’t have time for this.  Is there a reason you called?  Surely, you must have some social function to attend to?”

“Actually, I thought your Father and I would be dining out, but he had….other plans, so,” she stopped as though thinking what her next words should be then continued, “Are you coming home tomorrow?”

“Mom, you know that I am not scheduled to come back to Pennsylvania until Spring Break in two weeks.”

Suddenly overwhelmed with the guilt of not having been home to see her parents in no less than two months, she reconsidered her last statement.

“Maybe I can schedule some time next weekend.”

“Okay, it’s a definite that you will be here right?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Good, good.  I will see you then.  Goodbye, dear.”

With that said, the woman ended the call with no further argument and it was all too strange for Denise but her mind could only process one event at a time.  The pressing issue at the moment was that Adam’s name no longer had a green orb next to it, and was not highlighted, usually indicative that he had signed out of his account.

Not knowing what else to do, Denise opened up her email account, started typing, and hoped for a miracle.

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