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Chapter 7
The next day, I come running to school. I couldn't sleep due to the nightmares that woke me up through the night.
-You look awful.
-Thanks, that is what every girl wants to hear. Remind me to come to you when I'm not feeling well.
He laughs. I am too tired to even glare at him.
-I'm sorry,- he says as he puts on a serious face, he straightens up and continue:- you are the ray of light that brightens my morning.
He finishes with a reverence and looks at me from that position. My eyebrows shoot up, my eyes get bigger, I shake my head, and then, I giggle.
-Come on, sensei shouldn't be far.- I say while I pull him from his shirt.
A little after the last bell rang I slowly go out from school.
-They are so cute together.- Comments a girl, stringing the syllables so that it seems that she has said more words that she actually have.
What is she talking about?
-He is tall and perfect; she is sweet and popular.- Says her friend. Then, she continues with a pout:- I want something like that.
You are kidding right? The boy has two big fat dark circles under his eyes, and he walks as if his feet have the weight of a trunk. Definitely "tall and perfect" are not the words I would use to describe him. She is attached to his arm as if she were a koala hugging a tree (it can be seen from afar how his biceps are turning purple due to the pressure). Besides, the smile on her face is totally fake, it is just for everyone to see, but she doesn't believe it. Trust me I know about this things.
Our eyes meet for a second before he looks elsewhere. The blonde subtlety gets rid of his companion´s gasp, to what she responds with a disgusted look-which is rapidly covered when she brushes her long curls out of her face with both hands. Usually, they walk around showing how happy and mushy they are. Sometimes, I think that they do that because it makes them somehow happy, but it is really awkward for some of us.
They are probably hiding something. The last few days they have been really weird around each other. Perhaps I am imagining things, because I am the only one that has taken notice of this. Not that I am keeping track of their relationship or something like that. I am not interested in what their relationship is going through. Of course I am not.
Right?
-Hikari!- Calls me one of my classmates from the club.- Hina-sensei is sick, which is why we won't be practicing today. They haven't found a replacement and we really don't want that.
-Is it bad?- I ask worried.
-No,- she calms me- it is just flue. She is resting today and that should make it go away more quickly. Well, I must go.- She finishes with a big hand gesture and a:- Bye!
It is not fair, I seriously was waiting this moment to dance and relax a little. Yolei told me that she would be in her neighbor flat fixing his computer, which leaves me with no one to be with. I sight. Now, I have no other choice than going home early. I will be alone in that apartment. I shiver a little.
-I don't have soccer practice today.- Says the boy with spiky hair appearing out of the blue and putting onne arm around my shoulders. I haven't heard him come. I try to relax under his arm, but is not that simple.- We can do something, if you want.
That is an option.
-We should get to work.- Interrupts the blonde, who comes to us leaving his girlfriend behind.
I look downcast at the heir of my brother´s googles. He smiles with resignation.
-Just knowing that you prefer me is enough.- He whispers so that the other boy can´t hear him and then he ads just as low:- for now.
I don't know how to respond to that so I simply don't say a thing. Without another word, he goes. The blonde girl smiles at me, she approaches to the blonde boy to –apparently- tell him something and then, she is gone too. The poor girl is passing a bad time, after all, the golden couple only works if they actually look like a couple. Whatever its they relationship or agreement, it seems as if he doesn't want to be a part of it anymore.
Anyway, we walk to the library as two strangers going the same way. Sadly it is a long way and the weather is too hot. My hair is not helping much, I shouldn't listen to Yolei and let it grow, it bothers me a lot having it under my shoulders. Maby one day I will cut it again.
Once there, in silence, we make ours a table far away from everything. There are not much people here, nonetheless, I don't fancy being near the five people (without counting the librarian) that are here. I don't want to bother them. So, as last time, we divide our work and we do our parts quietly. That is how many minutes pass through, each one of us doing their own thing.
-We are done.
I look at him as if he has gone mad. We are not even close to being done, we are just beginning. He shakes his head.
-Catherine and I.
Ok, what do you want me to say? I'm I supposed to be empathic, compassionate or something like that? I stare right back into his blue eyes as my only response. Apparently, h takes that as an invitation to elaborate his previous commentary.
That happens when you have a care-taker reputation.
-I guess… I think that I was with her because everyone expect me to be.- He says looking deeply into his paper in the way of someone who doesn't want to talk but either way does, because they feel like they have to.- I don't want to be a puppet. That is why I broke up with her.
Huh, that was the reason why they were so weird lately. However, if this is true, then why are they still attached to the hip? I mean, if they had officially broke up everyone, i.e. every student of our school, would be talking about the separation of the golden couple.
-Why are you telling me this?-His stare burns. I think I was a little harsh. I correct myself:- Don't be offended, but you don't own me any explanation.
I maintain my poker face. I didn't need to know that and it seems out of character of him to tell me. I mean, it is not like we are not friends or something.
-I just…- he says as his sapphire gaze tries to penetrate me.
You won´t do it.
-I need this one.- I change the topic pointing the suggested bibliography and standing up rapidly.
I go looking for the book I said I needed. It is a good way to escape from him, at least for a while. It is a good thing that there is no one in between the bookcases. I raise a hand, caress the books trying to find the title I'm looking for. Nothing. Where is it? When I turn around to continue my search I find an intense pair of blue orbs.
"What are you doing here?", I want to ask, but his left hand is on my mouth and his right one is going to the back of my neck. I frown a little. His lips part from each other, but he doesn't say a word. Then, he play with my hair and his lips meet again. What is happening? With no warning, he takes back the hand that was covering my mouth. With this same hand, he caresses my cheek with a featherlike touch. All of this, he does without taking his eyes away from my own. What is happening? Even now that I can freely be heard, no words come out of me. He is coming closer, very slowly. I'm petrified. What is happening?
The tact is so soft, so soft and so ephemeral that my eyes close involuntarily. When I open them, I find his gaze, a very hard to decipher gaze. My brain disconnects the moment I feel his hot breath against my skin. This time, I am the one who initiates the contact.
My hands, alone, pull him into me by the neck of his uniform´s shirt. A little after, his hands take mines by the wrists and put them around his neck, where is more confortable to get to his blond hair. His left hand comes down until it is on my waist and then, he pulls me more into him. During all this, our lips fight for control.
I don't really know how much it lasted or if someone saw us, the only thing I know for sure is that we just parted from each other due to lack of air. His forehead is against mine; his left hand, on my waist; his right one, brushing some locks of my hair; mine, descending from his hair to his shoulders and our breaths wavering. I open my eyes and see that his are still closed. This is not happening.
-That…
-… never happened.- I complete his phrase getting quickly away from him.
His hands drop as if they were made of rag, his eyes want to tell me something, but I can't quite figure it out. I turn around before I do.
-I'll go ask the librarian lady about the book.- I inform him, still turned.- You can look for it in the other bookcase.
This never happened.
A/N: If you have any comment, Ill be happy to know.