Chapter Two: Blood Pounding
By third period, I was bored out of my mind. I didn't have to pay attention in class because teachers rarely called on me, and when they did, I could just take the answer out of their heads. I looked around me and started to tune into some people's thoughts.
I usually didn't do that and spent most of my time tuning the thoughts out, but once in a while I listened in for some fun. I noticed a new guy sitting in the row in front of me, but to my far left. His face was tilted towards the teacher and I could only see his profile. His nose was elegant and smooth, his eyes seemed to be a strange dark blue. He had light brown hair with highlights that were only visible when the sun hit him. His whole face seemed to be alight with the sun's glow, and it was almost like he was…sparkling?
My eyes were suddenly drawn to his lips. They seemed to be smooth yet firm, and they were slightly curved upwards in a tiny smile. Wonder what he was smiling about (or maybe who) I tried to tune in to his thoughts. Nothing. I couldn't hear anything at all.
I tried harder, and my head was hit with this searing pain, yet I couldn't move. I was locked there. I automatically pushed harder, and he turned sharply around and met my eyes. He seemed to be startled, and his gaze was full of shock. By this time, I felt something wet near my nose, and realized it was bleeding. I glanced down at my hand, which was smeared with blood, and looked back at him. He inhaled sharply, and his eyes darkened. I wiped my nose frantically with my hand, never taking my eyes off of him. He opened his mouth, and inhaled again, as if he could taste the air. The searing desire in his eyes faded and was replaced by a total shock. His eyes filled with fear and he turned back around hastily.
I was dumbfounded. What had just happened? Why had I needed to concentrate so hard that my nose bled? And why did his eyes fill with lust and desire one moment, and fear the next? I was interrupted from my thoughts with a weird thumping sound.
It sounded familiar. Like a…a heart? I could hear a heartbeat? I looked at the guy again, and my gaze seemed to zero in on his neck. I heard a rushing sound, which was cut off with a thump, and then the rushing sound again. I could see the pulse there, and knew whose heartbeat I was hearing, and whose blood was rushin in between the thumps. His. And the thumping was beating erratically fast in fear.