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Authors: Anna White
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every night, longed to go to her, but he was afraid of
what consequences might follow.
Finally, his English IV teacher forced him to
choose. "Now students," Ms. Bellise chirped in her nasal voice, "it
is time to explore the world of poetry.
"Yes!" she continued enthusiastically over
the groans of some of the more vocal students. She clasped her
hands to her chest and waved one arm in the air erratically. "Words
that excite, incite, and elevate!"
She grabbed a stack of papers off her desk
and swirled around the room, tossing them onto desks haphazardly.
"We will be working together in class to interpret some of these
marvelous compositions, but more importantly you will delve into
the depths of your very essence for our next assignment." She
gripped the papers in front of her and lowered her voice
dramatically. "Go out, young scholars, and find the poem that is a
mirror to your soul."
The lunch bell interrupted her speech, and
suddenly Ms. Bellise was all business. "Assignment is due at
midterm. Prepare a presentation and a written explanation and read
page 178 in your text for discussion tomorrow. Good day." She swept
out the door and left the class picking up assignment sheets that
had fallen onto the floor.
Lucian hadn't been back to the library since
the first day of school. He never saw Samara in the cafeteria, and
he assumed that she spent her lunch breaks there. He had stayed out
of library as a precaution against running into her, but now he had
an excuse to go.
He sat in his desk as the classroom emptied
and felt his heart racing. He thought about not going, he could use
the public library in East Wimberley instead, but really the
decision was already made. His brain overflowed with thoughts of
Samara; he couldn't move forward until he faced that fact head on.
Talking to her, finding her again, was inevitable.
Chapter 25
Samara was sitting at the same table as
before when Lucian appeared in front of her. "Hi," he
whispered.
She looked up in surprise. "Hi!"
Lucian didn't answer. He just stood in front
of the table and stared down at her. He was wearing a dark green
sweater that stretched over his broad shoulders, and he shoved one
hand nervously through his dark hair. He reached for the chair in
front of him and pulled it out without moving his eyes from her
face. "Hi," he whispered again.
His eyes burned with a radiant intensity that
sent shivers down her spine, and her stomach started a slow swoop
into her toes. He slid into the chair, but he never took his eyes
off her face. Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to pull
air into her lungs; she felt like she was drowning. Everything
around her was narrowing down, disappearing, as she lost herself in
his eyes.
Finally she tore her gaze away and realized
that her fingertips were trembling. She slid her hands into her
lap, astounded at the effect that one simple word from his lips
could have on her. She kept her eyes down and took deep breaths,
trying to recover some sense of composure.
"Have you been avoiding me?" she asked. The
words flew out of her mouth before she could stop them, but to her
surprise, Lucian didn't deny it.
"Yes," he admitted. He rubbed his forehead
with his hand and sighed. "I've been trying, but it's been so
difficult."
"Why?"
"I don't know!" he exclaimed. "When I'm
around you I say things and do things that I don't understand. You
can't imagine how hard it's been to see you, but not allow myself
to talk to you."
Samara felt the trembling spread from her
fingertips through her whole body, and she tried to keep her voice
steady. "What changed?"
She heard a sharp intake of breath and could
see his knuckles turning white as he pressed his fingertips into
the edge of the table. "I ran out of reasons to stay away."
His words dropped into the still air between
them and Samara felt like she was being pulled irresistibly into
his orbit, a satellite affected by a greater force of gravity.
Lucian shook his head.
what consequences might follow.
Finally, his English IV teacher forced him to
choose. "Now students," Ms. Bellise chirped in her nasal voice, "it
is time to explore the world of poetry.
"Yes!" she continued enthusiastically over
the groans of some of the more vocal students. She clasped her
hands to her chest and waved one arm in the air erratically. "Words
that excite, incite, and elevate!"
She grabbed a stack of papers off her desk
and swirled around the room, tossing them onto desks haphazardly.
"We will be working together in class to interpret some of these
marvelous compositions, but more importantly you will delve into
the depths of your very essence for our next assignment." She
gripped the papers in front of her and lowered her voice
dramatically. "Go out, young scholars, and find the poem that is a
mirror to your soul."
The lunch bell interrupted her speech, and
suddenly Ms. Bellise was all business. "Assignment is due at
midterm. Prepare a presentation and a written explanation and read
page 178 in your text for discussion tomorrow. Good day." She swept
out the door and left the class picking up assignment sheets that
had fallen onto the floor.
Lucian hadn't been back to the library since
the first day of school. He never saw Samara in the cafeteria, and
he assumed that she spent her lunch breaks there. He had stayed out
of library as a precaution against running into her, but now he had
an excuse to go.
He sat in his desk as the classroom emptied
and felt his heart racing. He thought about not going, he could use
the public library in East Wimberley instead, but really the
decision was already made. His brain overflowed with thoughts of
Samara; he couldn't move forward until he faced that fact head on.
Talking to her, finding her again, was inevitable.
Chapter 25
Samara was sitting at the same table as
before when Lucian appeared in front of her. "Hi," he
whispered.
She looked up in surprise. "Hi!"
Lucian didn't answer. He just stood in front
of the table and stared down at her. He was wearing a dark green
sweater that stretched over his broad shoulders, and he shoved one
hand nervously through his dark hair. He reached for the chair in
front of him and pulled it out without moving his eyes from her
face. "Hi," he whispered again.
His eyes burned with a radiant intensity that
sent shivers down her spine, and her stomach started a slow swoop
into her toes. He slid into the chair, but he never took his eyes
off her face. Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to pull
air into her lungs; she felt like she was drowning. Everything
around her was narrowing down, disappearing, as she lost herself in
his eyes.
Finally she tore her gaze away and realized
that her fingertips were trembling. She slid her hands into her
lap, astounded at the effect that one simple word from his lips
could have on her. She kept her eyes down and took deep breaths,
trying to recover some sense of composure.
"Have you been avoiding me?" she asked. The
words flew out of her mouth before she could stop them, but to her
surprise, Lucian didn't deny it.
"Yes," he admitted. He rubbed his forehead
with his hand and sighed. "I've been trying, but it's been so
difficult."
"Why?"
"I don't know!" he exclaimed. "When I'm
around you I say things and do things that I don't understand. You
can't imagine how hard it's been to see you, but not allow myself
to talk to you."
Samara felt the trembling spread from her
fingertips through her whole body, and she tried to keep her voice
steady. "What changed?"
She heard a sharp intake of breath and could
see his knuckles turning white as he pressed his fingertips into
the edge of the table. "I ran out of reasons to stay away."
His words dropped into the still air between
them and Samara felt like she was being pulled irresistibly into
his orbit, a satellite affected by a greater force of gravity.
Lucian shook his head.
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