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Authors: Misty Wright, Summer Sauteur
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could barely feel the chair I was sitting on. The moment he touched my hands, his thumb caressing the back of my palm, I couldn't think straight anymore. I just felt so…weird. I felt warm, fuzzy, and a combination of many other feelings I couldn't even name. And all that because he had touched my hand? Not just plain touched, he held it in his, and he was still holding it now.
I looked at where our hands were joined together. His thumb had stopped caressing and I looked up only to realize that he was looking straight at me. He must see how red I looked, since he smiled--and that's a thing he rarely does. I listened as his beautiful voice said "If there's something bothering you, you can always tell me."
I don't remember if I nodded or not. All I know is that the next moment he had let go of my hand and I could breathe again. I sucked air into my lungs and it hurt that he didn't seem to feel the connection I felt. I felt like I wanted to scream at him, to tell him then and there that I liked him, so that maybe I could see some reaction on his face. But what would that result in? He would just turn away, shrug it off, and pretend as though nothing had happened. Or worse, he might not be comfortable spending time with me after that.
I dropped the pen I was unconsciously twirling around my fingers and closed my notebook. "Can we continue this tomorrow? I don't feel very well."
Spencer closed the dozens of books in front of him and stashed our project prototype away. "Are you okay?" He reached out a hand probably to check my temperature but I stood up and moved farther away.
"I'm fine. I just--I think I need some rest?" It came out as a question. But that's the best thing I could do, since I feel so terrible right now. I almost want to cry, and I never, ever cry.
"I'll walk you to your room," Spencer offered, falling in step with me as I clutched my bag tightly. I didn't expect him to walk with me and I could feel my every step falling heavier than the last. Does he know? Does he know what I feel? Is he purposefully rubbing it in that we can never be how I want us to be? Because that's the only thing that makes sense considering he seems to be making it hard for me, harder than it already is.
He was checking on me every few steps and it irritates me even more. There was a lump in my throat, making it difficult to breathe. We were almost at my room, that comforting zone where I know he would never be able to hurt me anymore. I reached out inside my bag to get my key, but he grabbed my hand firmly but gently. "What happened? Did I do something wrong?"
"No," I laughed almost hysterically. See, that's the problem Spencer, you never seem to do anything wrong. You seem to know what you're doing. The only problem is that the things that you're doing are making it hard for me to be with you.
He didn't let my hand go, but I tugged at it and he reluctantly did. I fished for the key and inserted it into the lock after so many failed attempts. I wasn't drunk, but I just couldn't put the damn key in. It may be because my hand was shaking too much--I'm too preoccupied to notice. When at last I heard the familiar click, Spencer pushed open the door for me and I quickly stepped inside, holding the door. "You can go now," I told him with the few shreds of sanity I had left. You have to go now, because I don't know how long I can take it anymore.
"Kayleigh--"he started, but I shook my head.
"Just go, please." I hated that my voice broke. I smiled, though bitterly. "I will be fine in the morning."
He stepped back and I choked back the tears that were trying to escape. Just a few seconds more and I can let them free. But not in his presence.
"Are you sure--"
"Just go!" I didn't intend to scream, but it was just so frustrating. He seems eager to make me feel more miserable by the second. And I couldn't take it anymore. "Please."
My voice sounded weak. For a moment I saw a shard of worry run through his face, but that was the last thing
I looked at where our hands were joined together. His thumb had stopped caressing and I looked up only to realize that he was looking straight at me. He must see how red I looked, since he smiled--and that's a thing he rarely does. I listened as his beautiful voice said "If there's something bothering you, you can always tell me."
I don't remember if I nodded or not. All I know is that the next moment he had let go of my hand and I could breathe again. I sucked air into my lungs and it hurt that he didn't seem to feel the connection I felt. I felt like I wanted to scream at him, to tell him then and there that I liked him, so that maybe I could see some reaction on his face. But what would that result in? He would just turn away, shrug it off, and pretend as though nothing had happened. Or worse, he might not be comfortable spending time with me after that.
I dropped the pen I was unconsciously twirling around my fingers and closed my notebook. "Can we continue this tomorrow? I don't feel very well."
Spencer closed the dozens of books in front of him and stashed our project prototype away. "Are you okay?" He reached out a hand probably to check my temperature but I stood up and moved farther away.
"I'm fine. I just--I think I need some rest?" It came out as a question. But that's the best thing I could do, since I feel so terrible right now. I almost want to cry, and I never, ever cry.
"I'll walk you to your room," Spencer offered, falling in step with me as I clutched my bag tightly. I didn't expect him to walk with me and I could feel my every step falling heavier than the last. Does he know? Does he know what I feel? Is he purposefully rubbing it in that we can never be how I want us to be? Because that's the only thing that makes sense considering he seems to be making it hard for me, harder than it already is.
He was checking on me every few steps and it irritates me even more. There was a lump in my throat, making it difficult to breathe. We were almost at my room, that comforting zone where I know he would never be able to hurt me anymore. I reached out inside my bag to get my key, but he grabbed my hand firmly but gently. "What happened? Did I do something wrong?"
"No," I laughed almost hysterically. See, that's the problem Spencer, you never seem to do anything wrong. You seem to know what you're doing. The only problem is that the things that you're doing are making it hard for me to be with you.
He didn't let my hand go, but I tugged at it and he reluctantly did. I fished for the key and inserted it into the lock after so many failed attempts. I wasn't drunk, but I just couldn't put the damn key in. It may be because my hand was shaking too much--I'm too preoccupied to notice. When at last I heard the familiar click, Spencer pushed open the door for me and I quickly stepped inside, holding the door. "You can go now," I told him with the few shreds of sanity I had left. You have to go now, because I don't know how long I can take it anymore.
"Kayleigh--"he started, but I shook my head.
"Just go, please." I hated that my voice broke. I smiled, though bitterly. "I will be fine in the morning."
He stepped back and I choked back the tears that were trying to escape. Just a few seconds more and I can let them free. But not in his presence.
"Are you sure--"
"Just go!" I didn't intend to scream, but it was just so frustrating. He seems eager to make me feel more miserable by the second. And I couldn't take it anymore. "Please."
My voice sounded weak. For a moment I saw a shard of worry run through his face, but that was the last thing
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