House of Night love
Chapter 4- Feelings
After their last class was over, Zoey and Stark went to the courtyard, and Stark set up targets. This made Zoey a little nervous. Sure, she was friends with Stark, but she wanted to impress him. She didn't know why, but she wanted him to see her as more then just a normal friend. She wanted him to know her as something.
"Once you get the trick, it's really easy," Stark said. He took a shot, to show her what to do, and told her the moves. But Zoey could only let her eyes travel down his form. His thin body was looking less tense. He looked amazing as his Blonde hair shined in the afternoon sun, and his face was all seriousness, and concentration. She marveled at his beauty.
She was soon snapped out of it when she saw that the arrow had hit the target perfectly in the middle. She was amazed. She knew he was good, but she didn't know that he was that good.
"Alright, now you try," Stark said, and handed her the bow and arrow. Zoey took her position, still a little nervous. She waited for him to correct her.
"Pull your elbow in tighter, and bring your arm up a little," Stark said. Zoey tried to do as he said, but obviously, she didn't do it right.
"Can you help me?" Zoey asked. Stark nodded, but looked a little shy as he went over and touched her arms, his body against hers.
In that instant, a shiver went down Zoey's back. As she felt his body against hers, she was paying no attention to what he was saying, and just let him guide her arms to where they had to be. Her stomach filled with adrenaline as she felt his presence. Somehow, every thought in her head had disappeared. Nothing mattered, in that instant. Erik didn't matter, Heath didn't matter, Loren didn't matter, not even Neferet mattered. The only thing that mattered to Zoey was Stark.
But her happiness soon ended, as he pulled away. She then shot the target, and it hit the middle. Stark smiled, and that smile made Zoey's heart skip a beat. At this time, she suddenly wanted to be near him again, and to see his mysterious smile that always crept into her heart. She never wanted him to leave her. And no one has ever made her feel that way in her whole life, not even Erik.
"Great job," Stark said, smiling at her. Zoey smiled back.
"Hey, can you do it again, for me?" Zoey asked. Stark nodded, taking the bow and arrow. He then relaxed his shoulders, and shot the arrow straight into the middle of the target, getting it perfectly.
"How can you be so good?" Zoey asked. Stark shrugged.
"Maybe it's practice. Maybe Nix just gifted me," Stark guessed.
"Nix gifted you, Stark. That's why you're so good. You're blessed, just like me," Zoey said. Stark looked away.
"I guess so. I mean, I feel content with my life. It's just that sometimes I wish I could just stop it all and start over," Stark said, taking another shot.
"Why?" Zoey asked.
"Because there are things in life that I wish I didn't do. No one's life is perfect," Stark explained, and aimed another arrow at the target.
"What did you do?" Zoey asked. Stark lowered his bow and arrow, and looked at Zoey.
"I'll tell you one day. But that day's not today. I'm just not ready for it," Stark explained.
"Okay, I understand," Zoey said after a nod.
One question bothered her the whole night, though. Why were these feelings and thoughts happening about Stark?