I hadn't seen him yet this morning. I guess it really didn't mean anything. I guess...that...

I heard the sound of his heels against the linoleum floor of the hallway. He was behind me. Whelp. He did tell me to talk to him like this...maybe he's hinting that at me? He could have just stayed behind me without making a sound and I'd have had no clue, but he made himself known. Ugh...

I'd been thinking about that Friday night since...well, since it happened. There were a lot of things that didn't make sense. Well, they did, but only if I looked at it in a way that I'm not going to assume. No way, that'd be fucking deadly to assume. But still...that...I remember things that happened, so clearly.

He blushed that evening. Twice. That first time could have just been a fluke, but the second time...when he...I...I still can't think of it logically. I get a bit flustered just remembering it. I mean, to my knowledge he spoke French quite fluently, maybe it was just...part of that culture? I was actually tempted to research it, but in the end I decided it wasn't worth it. It's Eddward. He wasn't gonna make sense no matter how hard I tried to figure him out.

I guess all I can do is...talk.

"...Hope you're feeling better today." My voice came out in a wary mumble, afraid that I was simply talking to myself. I was relieved to be proven wrong.

"Oui, quite. And you...mon cher, are you not afraid of me anymore?"

I almost stopped to look back at him, but managed to keep myself walking. It's true, I was actually talking to him...and after that night...

I thought hard on what I was going to say in reply, and said, confidently, "Not really..." Well, I tried to be confident. Cut me some slack.

My locker came into view, and I slowed down to start to open it. I felt that he was still behind me, but I was nervous what his response to that was. My hand trembled as I put in my combination, opening the door. Suddenly, I felt a hand grip my shoulder, turning me around to see the wolf. He took a step forward, and I stepped back, nearly inside my locker at this point. His free hand lifted to my chin, his index finger and thumb hardly touching it, and looked deep into my eyes. He was so close; his right leg was pinning my own.

"You should be. If not of me, then...of what I can do to you," his voice purred, deep and sonorous, as he leaned in. His eyes caught mine, and I was trapped in place. By fear? ...anticipation?

My breath hitched; what was he...

He pulled away swiftly, and walked off, the sound of his shoes shaking me back to reality.

I held onto my locker like it was a lifeline.

I stared into my locker uselessly; I was prepared for my next class, I had no use to even open it. But Marie would be here soon, I knew. And...there, I heard her coming.

"Hey Eddward, what's - woah, what's goin' on with you?" I looked away from her, lifting a hand to sort something in my locker that had no need of it. A fidget. I didn't want to tell her what I nearly did, but she likely had a guess.

"...Alright, fine, be that way," she reached up and took hold of my beanie, and my eyes went wide.

My lip twitched, "Maria, let go or I will not be responsible for my next actions."

That made her back off. I straightened my beanie, and sighed.

"I surprised him, Marie, that is all you need to know," I gave her a haunting glare, and it rolled off of her like water off a duck. She was used to my attitude. It was frustrating.

"Alright, well then why are you all red?"

I grumbled, "...Because I surprised myself as well."

I saw a smile creep onto her lips from the corner of my eye, and slammed my locker shut, leaning to pick my books up.

"Well, whatever you did has him fumbling all over the place. It's cute. You should see."

My eyes shifted, and I caught Kevin nervously striding down the hallway. He had to pass by me, and he was obviously afraid to. I both felt guilty for it, and glad. Marie, however, was just amused, as she shoved my shoulder playfully. I cringed, shooting her an icy look.

"Yooouuu like Hood~" she practically sang, as she danced around me. We had English next. I was both hoping for, and dreading, it.

Since I couldn't stop the blush that had greeted my face yet again after the teasing.

I think I spent more time in English class watching Eddward than taking notes. I mean, I knew everything already, but normally I'm not that bad. I just couldn't keep my eyes off of him. The weirdest part of it was that I didn't know why.

I'll be honest, I didn't expect it. I mean, who could have? No one, that's who! God...I thought he was going to...

And I'm red-faced again. Great. Hope no one notices. I looked at Eddward again, and he...I think he was blushing too? I wouldn't have believed it, but Marie was teasing him about something, and I couldn't think of what else it could be. I looked back down at my paper and sighed.

I'd talked with Nazz this weekend, about him. She didn't believe that I'd been over to his house. Twice. She actually patted me on the back for it! I wasn't proud of myself, though...I wasn't getting over a fear, I was just helping someone who needed help. I think. Yeah, that's all it was. I was helping him. Nothing else...

And the reason I talked to him this morning was just concern. Nothing more, nothing less. And what happened when he...

My grip on my pencil tightened. The teacher was speaking with enthusiasm, and didn't seem to notice anyone in the class. I let myself think...or d-daydream.

I'd never seen his eyes that close before. Normally, they're looking through me, glacial and cold. But they seemed almost grey when he had me there, like a coming storm cloud, and they were actually...there. Not looking through me, not analyzing my every move, just looking. My eyes had wandered slightly. His cheeks were soft and undamaged, his lips slightly parted as though he was going to...

I blinked myself out of the thought.

Alright. Yeah, he was still scary. But not in the same way at all. I rested my cheeks on my hands to cool them down.

I'm not sure he knew I was watching him. As the teacher went on about sentence structure, I caught Kevin looking my way every so often. When he stopped, I allowed my eyes flicker to him. His cheeks were red, and, as quickly as I'd noticed it, he covered them. I almost felt myself smile. Almost.

Marie was the one preventing me, because she was doing everything in her power to tease me for any show of affection. It was exhausting, infuriating, and...very much like her. This must have excited her, seeing her 'plan' in action. Whether she planned to have me interested in Kevin as more than just a friend, I've no clue, but she was relishing every second of it.

Alas, I could not still my thoughts. Every detail rushed back to me, as it had for the entirety of the class. The silky feel of his skin at my fingertips, the worry and curiosity brimming in his eyes. I'd wanted to. And had I had less sense, I would have.

But it could have been his first.

And as much as I'd love to steal that...I decided I'd give him warning. I left him with a threat, and...and left behind a regret as well. Because I'd wanted it. I'd been so long since I'd felt a kiss, and hers was not a kiss I desired again, despite caring for her. I wanted to know his. I wanted to hear the story those lips could tell, when they were not speaking...

Marie could tease me if she wanted. I was hopeless, after-all. But I needed to figure out a way to get closer to him.

I should have been shocked that I was thinking such a thing, but...this weekend had given me plenty of time for that. It always came back around to him, his blush, the way he always came despite the fear he felt for me. The fear everyone felt for me, because I made them.

I would not fail this. I would earn that kiss.

I can only hope this doesn't break me.