A.N: Bwahahahahahahahaha! X_X I feel evil.
Rank and File
Chapter Fifteen
By Firefly-chan
I think after awhile of games and teasing and mocking, one would get sick of trying to chase after someone. And I suppose that was how Kai was feeling and I'm guessing he would have to be pretty damned frustrated with me. Good. He should be. What else could he really expect from me?
"He's a psycho stalker that probably won't stop trying to get me to sleep with him until we reach our mid-eighties," I grumbled bitterly, rocking back on my chair.
Max shot me a sidelong glance. "Okay, that was a disturbing mental image." He sighed, shaking his head. "Nevermind, I don't want to know."
My blonde haired friend tapped his pen against the History book, clearing his throat. "C'mon, Tyson. Quit spacing off. We have to study for this test if you're even thinking about passing it."
"I know, I know," I looked back down at the book and tried my best to continue reading but the words seemed blurred and meaningless. What was the point of studying if you couldn't even concentrate on it?
Y'know what Kai's problem is? I think he enjoys the fact that I'm smaller, shorter, and weaker then him. He's like this weirdo that takes pleasure in seeing me squirm and get nervous. The bastard. Do you KNOW how much that pissed me off when people did that? Yeah, sure, so I was a little bit on the short side. So fecking *bite* me. It's not my fault. At least I don't stoop when I walk like some of those really tall people do. Or was the old people? Whichever...
"Tyson!" The sound of Max's exasperated sigh brought me from my thoughts again.
"Er, yeah?" I blinked innocently.
He narrowed his gaze to meet mine. "I'm only going to say it one more time; study. You need it way more then I do."
"Listen, Max," I closed my History book and shoveled in it my bag along with my other school materials, "I'm going to go back home. I'm exhausted."
"You need to study," Max sighed again, sitting up.
"I'll do fine," I swung my bag over my shoulder and backed away towards the door. "Thanks for inviting me over to your house to study, though. But I just need to go."
"It's night, Tyson. I can get my mom to drive you home--"
"No, it's fine. I'll be fine," I shrugged, smiling. "My house isn't that far from yours, remember?"
Max's frown faltered slightly. "Well, okay. But I still think you should stay and study but whatever. 'Night, Tyson. I'll see you tomorrow, I guess."
I nodded, lifting my hand in a short goodbye. I turned and exited from the small white house, closing the door firmly behind me. The streets were silent and I only had a few dimly lighted street lamps to help me guide my way. I took in a deep breath, starting down the pavement towards my house.
Okay, well, actually. I wasn't really planning to do to my house. I was actually going to the library. So yeah. I did need to study but it was impossible to do that in Max's house. I mean--man. It's suffocating in there. And besides, the library is warm and fuzzy and nice! Erm, yeah...
It only took me around five minutes to reach the library. In my opinion, it was five minutes too many. Bleh, did I mention how fecking cold out it was? I shivered and pulled my jacket tighter around me as I climbed the many steps of the library. With a satisfied sigh, I pulled open the glass door and stepped inside.
It was fairly empty inside but I didn't mind. The emptier, the better. After all, if I saw any of my friends then I'd no doubt ditch studying and start socializing. I, after all, have a low level of common sense (insert gasp). Yes, I know. Shocking, isn't it?
I nodded politely to the librarian on my way in, just for the lack of anything better to do. With a quiet sigh, I headed towards the back of the library to one of the tables. To study.
***
Do you know how annoying it is to know that the library has a certain book, but you can't find it? I stood next to my table; hand propped on my hip. I had completely searched the bottom floor for a book I needed and came out with nothing. I wasted ONE hour looking for a book that wasn't even on the first floor. Okay, yeah, that pissed me off.
"So it must be upstairs," I cast my gaze towards the second floor. "Great. Just great."
'Is it really worth it to go up there and search for another hour or so?' I thought, disdainfully.
'Well, Tyson,' one of those little voices in my head spoke up, 'it's your choice. If you want to second guess yourself and fail History, then by all means, go ahead.'
'Okay, okay,' I mentally snapped, basically stomping up the stairs. 'I get the picture.'
I paused at the top of the stairs, slapping a hand to my forehead upon noting the row after row of bookshelves. And it was also kind of darker up here then it was down there. Er, creepy? Shaking my head, I started on going through the books on the shelf I was nearest to. Yay. Fun for me.
Twice, I looked over my shoulder, having this sneaky suspicion that someone was either A) watching me or B) right behind me or C) right behind me with some giant ass knife prepared to kill me. Yeah, so maybe I've watched one too many horror movies? So what? At least I didn't run back down to the first floor screaming and crying.
I was probably on my third or fourth shelf of books when I heard a faint yet distinct knocking sound coming somewhere near the back of my room. I frowned, sliding back a book next to the others and glanced around. I saw nothing. I rolled my eyes and turned back the shelf, and started to pull out another book when I heard it again...only it was louder this time.
"Hello?" I called, pressing the palm of my hand against the books. "Is anyone there?"
Silence. Then it came again, sharp and smooth.
I circled around the shelf of books I had been looking at, peering curiously around again. I started slowly towards the knocking sound and for awhile it seemed to get louder but then it faded out. "Hello?" I tried again, but, obviously, received no answer in return.
There was silence again and this time the knocking sound didn't return.
I frowned, brushing a stray lock of hair from my eyes. Okay, so that was kind of strange. I sighed for, like, the seventh time that evening and started to turn around when I felt a pair of firm hands on my shoulders, shaking me roughly.
"Boo!" I practically jumped a mile upon hearing that.
"Agh!" I swatted the hands away, spinning around to glare at my black haired friend. "Erg, Ray! You asshole!"
He smiled triumphantly. "You should've seen your face--"
"I don't care," I snapped, putting a hand to my forehead. "I bet my face is all flushed now and distraught and it's all your fault."
He raised an inquiring eyebrow. "I never noticed how prissy you were, Tyson."
"I'm not prissy!" I sniffed, turning away from him. "What were you doing up here anyway?"
There was a long silence following my words. I blinked and turned back around; noting how uncomfortable Ray looked all the sudden. "Um," He fumbled for the words to say, "I was looking for something."
It was my turn to give him a questionable glance. "What were you looking for?"
He looked like he was becoming increasingly more nervous as time passed. "A--a book. A book that I need." He nodded. "Yes, it was a book. Some book but now I've forgotten the name. But it was a book!"
"Okay," What was with Ray? "I got it the first time you told me."
He ran a hand through his hair, smiling uncomfortably. "How about we go back downstairs?" He said after a couple of moments, expertly changing the subject. "I never get to talk to you."
"Hey, we can talk up here," I returned the smile, only mine was a bit more sure and calm. "I'm looking for a book for History, anyway. You can help look if you want. I think the title is American History."
"Sure," He shrugged, sticking his hands in his pockets, and following me back to where I previously had been.
"You seem to be so stressed out whenever I see you, Tyson," He stated quietly from beside me.
I brushed off the dust from a couple of books so I could read the print. "Probably because I am," a ghost of smile replaced the subtle look for a brief moment. "It's been really hard to try and figure out some things...some certain things."
"Would Kai happen to be one of these things?" He grinned slightly, removing a green and red book from the shelf.
"One of them," I nodded, taking the book from his hands, rolling my eyes when I read the title. "Ray, I don't think Irish History is exactly the same as American History." I placed it back on the shelf.
He shrugged again. "But seriously, if he bothers you that much then why don't you tell him to back off?"
"Don't you think I've tried?" I sighed, resting my head against the wooden panel of the shelf. "I've told him so many times to leave me alone but he doesn't seem to buy it. He thinks that maybe if he keeps on harassing me every time we meet then maybe--just maybe--I'll fall madly in love with him."
"I don't think he thinks that, Tyson," Ray started. "I just think maybe he believes that you actually do like him."
"Yeah, right," I snorted. "Trust me, he knows I don't like him."
Ray went silent after that. The only noise was the soft cluttering of pages and brushing of clothes. I shifted my weight from my left to my right foot, taking a couple more books from the shelf to read the titles.
"Maybe," Ray began again, speaking very softly, "maybe if you made him jealous...?"
I dropped the book I had in my hands.
"It was just a suggestion," Ray held up his hands in a defensive posture. "It doesn't mean you have too--"
I practically threw myself on him, hugging him 'till he probably couldn't breathe. "You're brilliant! That's totally brilliant!" I pulled away, beaming up at him. "Why didn't I think of it earlier? If he thinks I'm swooning over some other guy then he'll know I don't want anything to do with him!"
I began pacing back and forth, idea after idea fluttering from my mind. "Of course, then there's trying to figure out who exactly I'll pretend I like. I can't likely use Celestyn since she'd probably beat me up at the thought of it and I think she has a thing for Raquel, anyway. Neither would Max or Blaze or Taiksha, since I don't really know him." I turned to Ray, a smile playing my features. "And that leaves you."
"Me?" This time, Ray raised both eyebrows, questionably. "I don't know, Tyson..."
"Please," I clasped my hands together, giving him that never-fail puppy-dog look. "Please, Ray? I need you.'
I must've said something that got to him because his expression softened quite a bit. "I don't know why I'm doing this," He let out a soft sigh, "but okay, I'll help you."
Muahaha. He is within my evil grasps now. He will never escape! Bwaha!
"Good," I folded my arms over my chest, still smiling. "You don't have any idea how much this means to me."
"I think I have an idea," He brushed past me, taking out a couple more books from the shelf. "Ah," He held up a red covered one before handing it to me. "Is this what you've been looking for?"
I looked down at the book he handed me. In gold print, the title clearly read 'AMERICAN HISTORY' in bold letters. My smile grew. "Yep," I laughed. "Thanks Ray."
"Sure," He put the other book back. "Okay, since you have your book, can we please go back downstairs?"
"Yeah," I nodded, following in step beside him. "I think I'm going to go home, anyway. I can study in my bedroom."
"Are you walking?" He asked, glancing over to me.
I nodded again.
He blinked in surprise. "I don't think you should walk home this late at night, Tyson. I can drive you."
I faltered in my steps.
"You," I turned to look at him, "you can drive?"
"Yeah," He said slowly, digging into his pockets and pulling out a pair of keys. "I'm sixteen, Tyson. A year younger then Kai, remember?"
Kai was seventeen?
"Kai's seventeen!" I felt my jaw drop. "I thought he was my age."
"No, he's really not." Ray looked amused, tugging on my shirtsleeve and pulling me down the rest of the stairs. "I thought you knew that."
"No, I didn't," I shivered despite myself. Kai was two years older then me? Well, I never thought that Kai, a big bad tough Junior, would ever socialize or try to make out with the annoying, pesky little Freshman. That was different.
"Speaking of which," Ray's voice snapped my attention back to him, "there's Kai now."
I jerked my head up and glanced wildly around. Finally, I caught sight of him at the librarian's desk, apparently checking out a few books. What was he, my stalker?
"No, wait, this is perfect," I pulled on Ray's arm, bringing him to a stop. "I figured we'd have to wait until tomorrow to start this but since he's here...why not now?" I smiled smugly.
The taller boy clucked his tongue, glancing down at me. "What do you want me to do?"
(Three minutes later)
I held tightly to Ray's arm, pulling him down again. "We're going to have to start now," I whispered. "Before Kai leaves."
"I think it's going to look kind of suspicious, though," Ray protested but cut himself off upon seeing my pointed glare.
"Don't worry," I growled. "It'll work." I tugged on his arm again. "Now, c'mon. We can't blow this."
I walked next to Ray as we passed the middle of the library floor and past the librarian's desk. Kai glanced over his shoulder, frowning in slight surprise upon seeing me and then his eyes opening a bit wider upon seeing Ray. Meheh, oh, this would be sweet.
"Now," I hissed to my black haired companion. "Now before he has a chance to come over here!"
Ray hesitated long enough to meet my eyes uncertainly before sighing beneath his breath. Sliding a hand behind my back, he roughly shoved me against the glass door. Okay, ouch? I flinched slightly but nodded for him to continue when he faltered slightly. Getting a firm grip on my chin with his fingers, he yanked it upwards and met his lips with my own awaiting ones.
Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I circled my arms around Ray's neck, pulling him closer. I swallowed the small whimper when he bit down on my bottom lip, but not exactly hard enough to draw blood. But yeah. It hurt. Ray drew back from the kiss, panting softly and lightly kissing the top of my head.
Whoo. Kinda dizzy there...
"Tyson?" Ray whispered, still not moving from his position. "What's Kai doing?"
I opened my eyes and peaked briefly over Ray's shoulder.
Kai met my gaze levelly. Coldly.
I couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down my back upon seeing him. He hand his hand pressed against the desk and his jaw firmly set and his face was expressionless. But those eyes...
They were deep and crimson; expressing everything that he possibly couldn't hide. They were dark and intense and for one moment--just that one moment--I couldn't breathe. Those eyes held a challenge, they held a promise. A promise that seemed so clearly distinct to me.
It was a promise that wouldn't be broken. They said: be wary. I will not falter and I won't let you go.
And the terrifying thing is, I believed him.
A.N: ^^;; *whistles innocently* And let the games begin. R/R.
Rank and File
Chapter Fifteen
By Firefly-chan
I think after awhile of games and teasing and mocking, one would get sick of trying to chase after someone. And I suppose that was how Kai was feeling and I'm guessing he would have to be pretty damned frustrated with me. Good. He should be. What else could he really expect from me?
"He's a psycho stalker that probably won't stop trying to get me to sleep with him until we reach our mid-eighties," I grumbled bitterly, rocking back on my chair.
Max shot me a sidelong glance. "Okay, that was a disturbing mental image." He sighed, shaking his head. "Nevermind, I don't want to know."
My blonde haired friend tapped his pen against the History book, clearing his throat. "C'mon, Tyson. Quit spacing off. We have to study for this test if you're even thinking about passing it."
"I know, I know," I looked back down at the book and tried my best to continue reading but the words seemed blurred and meaningless. What was the point of studying if you couldn't even concentrate on it?
Y'know what Kai's problem is? I think he enjoys the fact that I'm smaller, shorter, and weaker then him. He's like this weirdo that takes pleasure in seeing me squirm and get nervous. The bastard. Do you KNOW how much that pissed me off when people did that? Yeah, sure, so I was a little bit on the short side. So fecking *bite* me. It's not my fault. At least I don't stoop when I walk like some of those really tall people do. Or was the old people? Whichever...
"Tyson!" The sound of Max's exasperated sigh brought me from my thoughts again.
"Er, yeah?" I blinked innocently.
He narrowed his gaze to meet mine. "I'm only going to say it one more time; study. You need it way more then I do."
"Listen, Max," I closed my History book and shoveled in it my bag along with my other school materials, "I'm going to go back home. I'm exhausted."
"You need to study," Max sighed again, sitting up.
"I'll do fine," I swung my bag over my shoulder and backed away towards the door. "Thanks for inviting me over to your house to study, though. But I just need to go."
"It's night, Tyson. I can get my mom to drive you home--"
"No, it's fine. I'll be fine," I shrugged, smiling. "My house isn't that far from yours, remember?"
Max's frown faltered slightly. "Well, okay. But I still think you should stay and study but whatever. 'Night, Tyson. I'll see you tomorrow, I guess."
I nodded, lifting my hand in a short goodbye. I turned and exited from the small white house, closing the door firmly behind me. The streets were silent and I only had a few dimly lighted street lamps to help me guide my way. I took in a deep breath, starting down the pavement towards my house.
Okay, well, actually. I wasn't really planning to do to my house. I was actually going to the library. So yeah. I did need to study but it was impossible to do that in Max's house. I mean--man. It's suffocating in there. And besides, the library is warm and fuzzy and nice! Erm, yeah...
It only took me around five minutes to reach the library. In my opinion, it was five minutes too many. Bleh, did I mention how fecking cold out it was? I shivered and pulled my jacket tighter around me as I climbed the many steps of the library. With a satisfied sigh, I pulled open the glass door and stepped inside.
It was fairly empty inside but I didn't mind. The emptier, the better. After all, if I saw any of my friends then I'd no doubt ditch studying and start socializing. I, after all, have a low level of common sense (insert gasp). Yes, I know. Shocking, isn't it?
I nodded politely to the librarian on my way in, just for the lack of anything better to do. With a quiet sigh, I headed towards the back of the library to one of the tables. To study.
***
Do you know how annoying it is to know that the library has a certain book, but you can't find it? I stood next to my table; hand propped on my hip. I had completely searched the bottom floor for a book I needed and came out with nothing. I wasted ONE hour looking for a book that wasn't even on the first floor. Okay, yeah, that pissed me off.
"So it must be upstairs," I cast my gaze towards the second floor. "Great. Just great."
'Is it really worth it to go up there and search for another hour or so?' I thought, disdainfully.
'Well, Tyson,' one of those little voices in my head spoke up, 'it's your choice. If you want to second guess yourself and fail History, then by all means, go ahead.'
'Okay, okay,' I mentally snapped, basically stomping up the stairs. 'I get the picture.'
I paused at the top of the stairs, slapping a hand to my forehead upon noting the row after row of bookshelves. And it was also kind of darker up here then it was down there. Er, creepy? Shaking my head, I started on going through the books on the shelf I was nearest to. Yay. Fun for me.
Twice, I looked over my shoulder, having this sneaky suspicion that someone was either A) watching me or B) right behind me or C) right behind me with some giant ass knife prepared to kill me. Yeah, so maybe I've watched one too many horror movies? So what? At least I didn't run back down to the first floor screaming and crying.
I was probably on my third or fourth shelf of books when I heard a faint yet distinct knocking sound coming somewhere near the back of my room. I frowned, sliding back a book next to the others and glanced around. I saw nothing. I rolled my eyes and turned back the shelf, and started to pull out another book when I heard it again...only it was louder this time.
"Hello?" I called, pressing the palm of my hand against the books. "Is anyone there?"
Silence. Then it came again, sharp and smooth.
I circled around the shelf of books I had been looking at, peering curiously around again. I started slowly towards the knocking sound and for awhile it seemed to get louder but then it faded out. "Hello?" I tried again, but, obviously, received no answer in return.
There was silence again and this time the knocking sound didn't return.
I frowned, brushing a stray lock of hair from my eyes. Okay, so that was kind of strange. I sighed for, like, the seventh time that evening and started to turn around when I felt a pair of firm hands on my shoulders, shaking me roughly.
"Boo!" I practically jumped a mile upon hearing that.
"Agh!" I swatted the hands away, spinning around to glare at my black haired friend. "Erg, Ray! You asshole!"
He smiled triumphantly. "You should've seen your face--"
"I don't care," I snapped, putting a hand to my forehead. "I bet my face is all flushed now and distraught and it's all your fault."
He raised an inquiring eyebrow. "I never noticed how prissy you were, Tyson."
"I'm not prissy!" I sniffed, turning away from him. "What were you doing up here anyway?"
There was a long silence following my words. I blinked and turned back around; noting how uncomfortable Ray looked all the sudden. "Um," He fumbled for the words to say, "I was looking for something."
It was my turn to give him a questionable glance. "What were you looking for?"
He looked like he was becoming increasingly more nervous as time passed. "A--a book. A book that I need." He nodded. "Yes, it was a book. Some book but now I've forgotten the name. But it was a book!"
"Okay," What was with Ray? "I got it the first time you told me."
He ran a hand through his hair, smiling uncomfortably. "How about we go back downstairs?" He said after a couple of moments, expertly changing the subject. "I never get to talk to you."
"Hey, we can talk up here," I returned the smile, only mine was a bit more sure and calm. "I'm looking for a book for History, anyway. You can help look if you want. I think the title is American History."
"Sure," He shrugged, sticking his hands in his pockets, and following me back to where I previously had been.
"You seem to be so stressed out whenever I see you, Tyson," He stated quietly from beside me.
I brushed off the dust from a couple of books so I could read the print. "Probably because I am," a ghost of smile replaced the subtle look for a brief moment. "It's been really hard to try and figure out some things...some certain things."
"Would Kai happen to be one of these things?" He grinned slightly, removing a green and red book from the shelf.
"One of them," I nodded, taking the book from his hands, rolling my eyes when I read the title. "Ray, I don't think Irish History is exactly the same as American History." I placed it back on the shelf.
He shrugged again. "But seriously, if he bothers you that much then why don't you tell him to back off?"
"Don't you think I've tried?" I sighed, resting my head against the wooden panel of the shelf. "I've told him so many times to leave me alone but he doesn't seem to buy it. He thinks that maybe if he keeps on harassing me every time we meet then maybe--just maybe--I'll fall madly in love with him."
"I don't think he thinks that, Tyson," Ray started. "I just think maybe he believes that you actually do like him."
"Yeah, right," I snorted. "Trust me, he knows I don't like him."
Ray went silent after that. The only noise was the soft cluttering of pages and brushing of clothes. I shifted my weight from my left to my right foot, taking a couple more books from the shelf to read the titles.
"Maybe," Ray began again, speaking very softly, "maybe if you made him jealous...?"
I dropped the book I had in my hands.
"It was just a suggestion," Ray held up his hands in a defensive posture. "It doesn't mean you have too--"
I practically threw myself on him, hugging him 'till he probably couldn't breathe. "You're brilliant! That's totally brilliant!" I pulled away, beaming up at him. "Why didn't I think of it earlier? If he thinks I'm swooning over some other guy then he'll know I don't want anything to do with him!"
I began pacing back and forth, idea after idea fluttering from my mind. "Of course, then there's trying to figure out who exactly I'll pretend I like. I can't likely use Celestyn since she'd probably beat me up at the thought of it and I think she has a thing for Raquel, anyway. Neither would Max or Blaze or Taiksha, since I don't really know him." I turned to Ray, a smile playing my features. "And that leaves you."
"Me?" This time, Ray raised both eyebrows, questionably. "I don't know, Tyson..."
"Please," I clasped my hands together, giving him that never-fail puppy-dog look. "Please, Ray? I need you.'
I must've said something that got to him because his expression softened quite a bit. "I don't know why I'm doing this," He let out a soft sigh, "but okay, I'll help you."
Muahaha. He is within my evil grasps now. He will never escape! Bwaha!
"Good," I folded my arms over my chest, still smiling. "You don't have any idea how much this means to me."
"I think I have an idea," He brushed past me, taking out a couple more books from the shelf. "Ah," He held up a red covered one before handing it to me. "Is this what you've been looking for?"
I looked down at the book he handed me. In gold print, the title clearly read 'AMERICAN HISTORY' in bold letters. My smile grew. "Yep," I laughed. "Thanks Ray."
"Sure," He put the other book back. "Okay, since you have your book, can we please go back downstairs?"
"Yeah," I nodded, following in step beside him. "I think I'm going to go home, anyway. I can study in my bedroom."
"Are you walking?" He asked, glancing over to me.
I nodded again.
He blinked in surprise. "I don't think you should walk home this late at night, Tyson. I can drive you."
I faltered in my steps.
"You," I turned to look at him, "you can drive?"
"Yeah," He said slowly, digging into his pockets and pulling out a pair of keys. "I'm sixteen, Tyson. A year younger then Kai, remember?"
Kai was seventeen?
"Kai's seventeen!" I felt my jaw drop. "I thought he was my age."
"No, he's really not." Ray looked amused, tugging on my shirtsleeve and pulling me down the rest of the stairs. "I thought you knew that."
"No, I didn't," I shivered despite myself. Kai was two years older then me? Well, I never thought that Kai, a big bad tough Junior, would ever socialize or try to make out with the annoying, pesky little Freshman. That was different.
"Speaking of which," Ray's voice snapped my attention back to him, "there's Kai now."
I jerked my head up and glanced wildly around. Finally, I caught sight of him at the librarian's desk, apparently checking out a few books. What was he, my stalker?
"No, wait, this is perfect," I pulled on Ray's arm, bringing him to a stop. "I figured we'd have to wait until tomorrow to start this but since he's here...why not now?" I smiled smugly.
The taller boy clucked his tongue, glancing down at me. "What do you want me to do?"
(Three minutes later)
I held tightly to Ray's arm, pulling him down again. "We're going to have to start now," I whispered. "Before Kai leaves."
"I think it's going to look kind of suspicious, though," Ray protested but cut himself off upon seeing my pointed glare.
"Don't worry," I growled. "It'll work." I tugged on his arm again. "Now, c'mon. We can't blow this."
I walked next to Ray as we passed the middle of the library floor and past the librarian's desk. Kai glanced over his shoulder, frowning in slight surprise upon seeing me and then his eyes opening a bit wider upon seeing Ray. Meheh, oh, this would be sweet.
"Now," I hissed to my black haired companion. "Now before he has a chance to come over here!"
Ray hesitated long enough to meet my eyes uncertainly before sighing beneath his breath. Sliding a hand behind my back, he roughly shoved me against the glass door. Okay, ouch? I flinched slightly but nodded for him to continue when he faltered slightly. Getting a firm grip on my chin with his fingers, he yanked it upwards and met his lips with my own awaiting ones.
Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I circled my arms around Ray's neck, pulling him closer. I swallowed the small whimper when he bit down on my bottom lip, but not exactly hard enough to draw blood. But yeah. It hurt. Ray drew back from the kiss, panting softly and lightly kissing the top of my head.
Whoo. Kinda dizzy there...
"Tyson?" Ray whispered, still not moving from his position. "What's Kai doing?"
I opened my eyes and peaked briefly over Ray's shoulder.
Kai met my gaze levelly. Coldly.
I couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down my back upon seeing him. He hand his hand pressed against the desk and his jaw firmly set and his face was expressionless. But those eyes...
They were deep and crimson; expressing everything that he possibly couldn't hide. They were dark and intense and for one moment--just that one moment--I couldn't breathe. Those eyes held a challenge, they held a promise. A promise that seemed so clearly distinct to me.
It was a promise that wouldn't be broken. They said: be wary. I will not falter and I won't let you go.
And the terrifying thing is, I believed him.
A.N: ^^;; *whistles innocently* And let the games begin. R/R.