To everyone, tar very much for the feedback, keep it a'comin'
The lyrics at the beginning are from the song "Banquet" by Bloc Party
Chapter 14
Turning away from the light,
Becoming adult,
Turning into myself,
I wanted to bite not destroy,
To feel her underneath,
Turning into the light
Present Day
My eyes lock with hers as she walks into the classroom and she slyly smiles at me, my pulse is racing. Of course she doesn't pay me anymore attention for the rest of the lesson, but still, she acknowledged me and that's enough. She hasn't left my mind since the last time I saw her and if she continues as she is, I doubt she'll ever leave my thoughts.
On her way out, as I'm digging around in my school bag, trying to get all my books to fit in, I feel her fingers skim over my skin and it feels like my stomach has just dropped out of my backside. I look up in time to see her disappear off into the hallway, getting lost in the sea of students. My hand still tingles from her touch, but I don't know what she's thinking. What she's doing, or what she thinks she's doing. And I fear that it will slowly drive me crazy.
I want to talk to her, to question her, to see what she remembers from Friday night, to ask her if she knows that she's driving me crazy. But I don't have the time to chase after her and I don't know if I have the strength to play games with her. Sighing, I resign myself to take leave for my art lesson, doubting if my backbone is still within me.
My head ducks as I join the mess of faces that litter the King High hallways between lessons, individuality lost in the sea of bored bodies, all with somewhere better to be. I briefly contemplate stopping at my locker on my way to the art block; too much effort I decided and continue to get pushed and shoved along, the force of everyone behind me propelling my body forward, my feet barely having to work independently. I trip through the door of the main building and suck in a lungful of warm smoky air. Ugh, I'm breathing in smog.
I wish I had somewhere better to be, I wish I could skive, but with purpose. I'm awful at art anyway, but I have no good reason to bunk off... well I'm bored to the back teeth of sketching fruit, but sadly I don't think it will suffice. My feet are slow and I can barely suppress a yawn as I drag myself towards the art block, not paying any attentions to the buildings I pass; the drama and design buildings fade to the side of me, their presence redundant to me. I wish I could... whatthehell? A warm pair of hands grab me from behind, pulling my body backwards, hiding my form in the shadows between buildings.
Her grip softens as she wraps her arms around my waist, "What say you and me blow this joint, kid?"
Her voice is smooth as velvet as her warm breath sends shivers through me, she smiles against my ear and I know I'll never be able to say no.