Disclaimer: The disclaimer stands as what is mentioned in the first "chapter" of this "story." Also keep in mind these go in no particular order. I simply write what comes to mind. Make sure to also read any and all notes preceeding a "chapter." Thank you

Note: This is two scenes, again supposed to happen simultaneously, of Lilly speaking to Johnathan for the first time, and Chase speaking to Mathias for the first time respectively. Enjoy

Confrontations

He was there again, embracing me in his eyes with that cold, longing stare. My hands felt clammy as sweat began to collect on my palms. It was the fear again. He looked away this time briefly, breaking my spell, and I averted my eyes as soon as I could. The fear was gone now and a wave of anger rushed over me as I felt his eyes upon me again.

I didn't look up, I was too mad, but I knew where he was. I started to approach him. I wasn't sure if he looked surprised, or if his face remained expressionless, save the passionate longing in them… I shook my head. No sympathy here, whatever his story was. I clenched my hands tightly around my books as my lips pursed in frustration.

"I don't know what you're doing, or how you're doing it, but stop it," I demanded, my voice tight with aggravation. I still hadn't looked up at him, and was about to repeat myself when he answered.

"I'm sorry…I haven't the slightest inclination as to what you are talking about." My fists relaxed and I looked up at him, my eye softening at his incredulous demeanor. Only his calm face that was spread with a subtle expression of surprise betrayed his soft and melodious voice. Then the fear swept over me again, and I gritted my teeth at him.

"You do know, and, and," I stammered.

"And what?" he asked sweetly and innocently, penetrating me with his longing eyes.

"I don't know..," I muttered back to him. A smile formed upon his tender lips without a hint of malice, or anger, or even resentment. There was nothing in him that I could discern as threatening. Why did I feel so afraid?

"There, see? There's nothing wrong here at all."

"Yes, there is," I insisted. "Every time I see you, every time you come within arms reach, I am overcome with an absolute and undeniable sense of fear, and when I look into your eyes, I—" I stopped my confession, embarrassed to admit any further.

His smile faded, and his face turned more serious, his eyes darkening further. "You really shouldn't pay that much attention to me," he said, his tone riddled with subtle frustration, and before I could reply, he had turned from me and walked away. I only captured a small glimpse of him as he entered another classroom, his fists clenched tightly.

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I was too frustrated to think of anything else. Too many times now had my pants suddenly felt smaller at the sight or thought of him. This was insane. I approached him in a flurry where I had hoped others wouldn't notice; the corner where he was standing in the crowded court in the east wing of the college.

"Ok, listen here you son of a bitch," I said in a feeble attempt to sound intimidating. He just stood there, smiling at me with that amused expression that he wore every time he looked at me. "I'm sick of this, stop stalking me!" I ordered in a commanding whisper. He placed his hand on my shoulder. It was cold, and a shiver ran down my spine. It felt like my body would go limp. I fought to keep my balance as my knees nearly collapsed under my own weight.

Before he could say anything back to me, he withdrew his pale, slender hand and started to chuckle.

"It's not funny!" I complained. "It makes me feel I want to rip out my eyes and replace them with monkey balls…" My face was now flushed with anger; at least, that's what I told myself, "…or something!" I quickly added, out of fear of sounding stupid. Why? He was smiling at me, his kind dark eyes welcoming. I felt warmth around me, as if being embraced by his perfectly sculpted arms. I shook my head, half in frustration, and half in longing to hear his voice. "Will you please say something?" I said more calmly, finally giving in.

"You're so cute," he replied, his silky voice caressing my ears. He drew his hand up to my face, and traced a finger across my jaw line. My heart betrayed me in a series of thumps that Gomez and Morticia could have waltzed to. My eyes felt hot and stung with the threat of tears.

"Just…stop it, please," I begged.

"Why?" he asked, with velvety innocence.

"Because…I can't take it," I answered, and as my vision blurred, I was finally able to break away. I dashed, as fast as I could away from him. I couldn't stand the feeling any longer. It didn't seem like me, and yet he seemed to be drawing me to something…something I've always known…and always feared.