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Authors: Misty Wright, Summer Sauteur
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that his hands were at the small of my back, pulling me closer, his body fitting against mine perfectly. This felt good. This felt perfect.
We broke apart, catching our breaths, our eyes both alight with fire. I sighed, the sadness already creeping up inside me.
"I'm really sorry if I said something wrong--" he started.
"What? No. You didn't say anything wrong. I just--"
But he didn't let me finish as he pulled me into his arms again and kissed me with a fire that was almost physically scorching where his hands touched me. My senses were acutely aware of his every movement, but a fraction of my mind wondered if the rain had stopped. As I reveled in the warmth of the kiss we were sharing, I heard a painful howl from somewhere in the distance, a pain that I could almost empathize with.
Spencer pushed me away abruptly, emphasizing the pain that almost made my heart want to stop, though it was running too fast for it to halt suddenly. "I have to go," was the last I heard from him before he dashed out of the room without another look. He looked as though he had made a terrible mistake and couldn't get away from it soon enough.
Chapter 10 - Imagining Things
Physics class was nothing but torture. As I sat beside Spencer trying to listen to what Mr. Landover was saying, all I could really hear was the steady beat of Spencer's foot tapping. It wasn't distracting to the others, since it was just barely noticeable, but it was all I could think about. I gave up trying to write down some notes and just stared at Mr. Landover bleary eyed.
Beside Spencer, Alice was whispering something in his ear. He didn't speak, but he either nodded or shook his head inconspicuously. I hated her, I hated that Spencer was kind to her. Or maybe he wasn't kind at all. Maybe he was just like her, cruel, exacting, and judgmental. It all makes sense. Any sane person wouldn't torture you into believing that they somehow had even the slightest feelings for you only to disappoint you. And what a convenient timing that was last night, when we were mid-kiss and he suddenly left. I could feel the familiar loathing I feel for him coming to the surface already.
As the bell rang, I hurriedly collected my things and made for the door.
"Kayleigh, wait." As expected, he was going to talk to me as if nothing happened. How many times had he done this to me already?
I didn't want to stop, but several of our classmates had lingered on the doorway and blocked my way.
"About last night I--"
"No." I cut him off. "I know what you're doing Spencer."
"What?" his voice wasn't as calm as usual and he looked genuinely confused.
"I know what you're trying to do. And I won't be a victim." I won't be someone who begs for you to pay me any attention. And I certainly won't be one who helplessly waits for you to notice me. I know what you're going to say. That last night was a mistake, or something similar. "Don't even bother."
He stood there speechless as I finally made my way out of the room, wondering where to go without bumping into any of his friends. Lunch was not an option, since they would all be there at this time. I'll just have to hole up in my room for an hour or two until it's safe to get myself some food. I should start getting some food stacked up inside my room just in case.
One o'clock passed. It was time. My hunger had passed, but I had to get something to eat, since dinner wouldn't be coming anytime soon. I should get some snacks for when it's already late. I chuckled, realizing that it was easy to avoid them. I looked at the corridors before I left the room. The coast was clear. I walked quickly, eager to get back inside as soon as possible.
The trip was a blur, and when I entered the cafeteria with a meal already in mind, I was determined that all would go on as expected. However, when I heard someone clear his throat from behind me, I knew that my plan had been busted already.
"Kayleigh," he said simply.
I tried to ignore Spencer,
We broke apart, catching our breaths, our eyes both alight with fire. I sighed, the sadness already creeping up inside me.
"I'm really sorry if I said something wrong--" he started.
"What? No. You didn't say anything wrong. I just--"
But he didn't let me finish as he pulled me into his arms again and kissed me with a fire that was almost physically scorching where his hands touched me. My senses were acutely aware of his every movement, but a fraction of my mind wondered if the rain had stopped. As I reveled in the warmth of the kiss we were sharing, I heard a painful howl from somewhere in the distance, a pain that I could almost empathize with.
Spencer pushed me away abruptly, emphasizing the pain that almost made my heart want to stop, though it was running too fast for it to halt suddenly. "I have to go," was the last I heard from him before he dashed out of the room without another look. He looked as though he had made a terrible mistake and couldn't get away from it soon enough.
Chapter 10 - Imagining Things
Physics class was nothing but torture. As I sat beside Spencer trying to listen to what Mr. Landover was saying, all I could really hear was the steady beat of Spencer's foot tapping. It wasn't distracting to the others, since it was just barely noticeable, but it was all I could think about. I gave up trying to write down some notes and just stared at Mr. Landover bleary eyed.
Beside Spencer, Alice was whispering something in his ear. He didn't speak, but he either nodded or shook his head inconspicuously. I hated her, I hated that Spencer was kind to her. Or maybe he wasn't kind at all. Maybe he was just like her, cruel, exacting, and judgmental. It all makes sense. Any sane person wouldn't torture you into believing that they somehow had even the slightest feelings for you only to disappoint you. And what a convenient timing that was last night, when we were mid-kiss and he suddenly left. I could feel the familiar loathing I feel for him coming to the surface already.
As the bell rang, I hurriedly collected my things and made for the door.
"Kayleigh, wait." As expected, he was going to talk to me as if nothing happened. How many times had he done this to me already?
I didn't want to stop, but several of our classmates had lingered on the doorway and blocked my way.
"About last night I--"
"No." I cut him off. "I know what you're doing Spencer."
"What?" his voice wasn't as calm as usual and he looked genuinely confused.
"I know what you're trying to do. And I won't be a victim." I won't be someone who begs for you to pay me any attention. And I certainly won't be one who helplessly waits for you to notice me. I know what you're going to say. That last night was a mistake, or something similar. "Don't even bother."
He stood there speechless as I finally made my way out of the room, wondering where to go without bumping into any of his friends. Lunch was not an option, since they would all be there at this time. I'll just have to hole up in my room for an hour or two until it's safe to get myself some food. I should start getting some food stacked up inside my room just in case.
One o'clock passed. It was time. My hunger had passed, but I had to get something to eat, since dinner wouldn't be coming anytime soon. I should get some snacks for when it's already late. I chuckled, realizing that it was easy to avoid them. I looked at the corridors before I left the room. The coast was clear. I walked quickly, eager to get back inside as soon as possible.
The trip was a blur, and when I entered the cafeteria with a meal already in mind, I was determined that all would go on as expected. However, when I heard someone clear his throat from behind me, I knew that my plan had been busted already.
"Kayleigh," he said simply.
I tried to ignore Spencer,
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