She

by GemmaH

She comes, she goes. She takes, she drains. Stealing a piece of me every time she leaves. Isabella Swan: beautiful, mysterious, intelligent. Total emotional car crash. And she just walked back into my life.

5. Chapter 5

5

She leans against the wall, half hidden behind the corner. When she knows I've seen her, she flicks her head slightly; a subtle invitation to join her. Does she really think I'm that easy?

I brace myself, but I manage to walk straight past her without stopping. I feel her fingers grazing along the back of my shirt as I pass, but when I look over my shoulder, she has her arms wrapped tightly around her books in front of her chest.

I hate myself for looking back; an automatic response to her touch.

Only she didn't touch me at all.

I despise the disappointment that trickles through with the realization.

She's staring at me, expressionless as I linger there before her, half-turned away still.

I force myself to turn my back on her; to lift my feet and place distance between us. If she says one word of encouragement now, I know I won't be able to keep moving away.

She's silent.

I leave.

~S~