I couldn't exactly describe the feeling of his hand in mine. It felt rough, but sweet and gentle all at the same time. It felt safe, and strong. It felt smooth and detailed. But then I realize it wasn't the feeling of his hand that had so much of an effect as the man who the hand belonged to. It wasn't the way he caressed it caringly, or the way he held it tight to make me feel safe, it was just the fact that he had the kindness to do these things in the first place. I was in such a deep thought I didn't realize where we were until I felt the air cool my once warm collected hand. I snapped my head up, and looked at my surroundings. I saw a bunch of people, and I saw that the man was opening the door. Now that the light was on his face, I could see how beautiful he really was. He was more of a boy then a man too. He looked maybe a year or two older than me. But what was still the same? Those eyes that heal your soul from the inside out in a second. I had a feeling it could have the just opposite effect as well though. If he had the power to do this, with a simple look of kindness, why couldn't he damage and corrupt the same exact way? With a look of pure hatred? A shudder ran down my spine at the thought of those eyes looking at with any look close to that. I went to reach for his hand out of instinct, when a girl came by calling his name.

"Goldsworthy, oh hey!" He looked annoyed, at the attention, or the girl giving it, I didn't know, but annoyed all the difference.

"Bianca, what are you doing out of the council meeting? You're supposed to be in group, now go before I have to call Julia down here." He said it sternly, warningly, and kindly all at the same time. He had just the effect on people that would make them fallow him to death if he just spoke enough. But apparently, this girl was different, not as easily persuaded as I was. Not as caring or addicted to him as I was in this instant of pure feeling on his face.

"But Elijah, we both know you'd rather, take me out of here, and tie. Me. Up. Like the naughty little crazy girl you know I am." I felt a feeling roll off of me in waves, it wasn't a feeling I enjoyed, it wasn't a feeling I wanted to harbor, and it was a feeling of dislike. It was jealousy. This girl was getting to me, and I had a feeling she knew just what she was doing.

"Bianca, it's time to go back, now. I don't think Julia would approve of your behavior. You know what happened last time." He was now speaking with a tone of warning, but not just warning, but threatening.

"Elijah, Elijah, when will you stop taking the innocent new girls out there and corrupting them senseless. I still remember our first time." She whispered loudly in his ear, her brown curls on his face at their closeness. I knew she was doing this on purpose because she was giving me a humored look and also because she was whispering it quite loudly.

"I mean, its poor innocent Clare Edwards we're talking about here. The one who probably only started doing drugs because her little church friends kicked her out of their little club? Or was it because a boy said no! Oh! Oh! Was it because you realized every boy would always say no? Was it because little Saint Clare isn't as perfect as everyone thought? Yea, that's right. I remember you. I remember you more than you think possible little miss Edwards. You think you can just call yourself bad ass because you're in here with the crazy addicts? Well think again, this isn't a place for little screw around children who hope to find a place to fit in with people lower than them."

She started off talking to the boy, but obviously her vicious attacking words were directed at me.

"Bianca, stop! Now. I do not care you need to leave. Now." But she wouldn't leave! She wouldn't leave me alone.

She picked up her hand and put it on the wall next to me, and began tapping

Tap

Tap

Tap

Tap

Tap

Tap

"What's wrong Clare? Hm? Is little saint Clare scared?" she said noticing the look of pure annoyance and pain obviously on my face.

Before I could stop myself, and before the boy with the magic touch could register what I would do in his attempts to politely stop her, I turned on her, and pushed her to the ground and started hitting her with all I had.

I was quickly pulled off of her, and the pure hatred that was rushing through my veins was automatically stopped and traveled away, and mushiness was back. Complete mush filled my brain into a haze and confusion.

Bianca got up, and glared at me. She spit her blood on the ground and turned away.

"You just watch Edwards. You'll get what you're asking for. You'll surely get it." I was so flustered that all I could do was fall. He caught me before I fell to the ground, and I had a perfect view of the eyes that cure me. Only now when I look into them I saw pain, and despair.

"What's wrong?" I asked worried immediately for this boy.

"Nothing I'm fine," he said, only it sounded as if he was trying to convince himself more than convince me.

I ignored my gut feeling and just put all of my trust into this boy. The boy with the magic touch.

The look automatically washed away, and a smirk appeared on his face.

"Are you ready?" he asked, and I knew immediately he was talking about the quiet place.

I smiled and nodded, and a thought went through my head.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he took my virtue.

And with that in mind, a blush on my face, and my hand in his we walked through the door.