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• Chapter 5—
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• I finally reached locker 488. It was fairly close to my first period: English. By then, Eros had his arms crossed over his chest and was now leaning back on the lockers next to mine with his eyes shut. I failed opening my locker the first 7 times, but I managed to open it when Eros made a disapproving grunt. I settled my backpack, few binders, folders, and a stack of paper inside and shut it carefully. Even though the tension coming from the awkward silence was unnerving, I blushed when a group of guys passed by—one of them winking at me—causing a low seething sound to abrupt in Eros’ throat. He was glaring at them with such disgust, that they shut-up and kept their heads down until they went around the corner.
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• “What was that for?” I barked, holding my binders to my chest.
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• “It’s none of your concern.” He replied.
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• “It is if you’re gonna keep doing this all year!” I retorted, slightly adjusting myself to I was in front of him. His eyes shot open, is pupils dilating when the light caught them.
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• Another crowd of guys took notice of me and began saying things in hushed tones. That same judgmental expression from before clung to Eros’ handsome features as they turned the corner as well. Then I understood everything. If Eros could read people’s minds...then that meant....
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• “You’re jealous, aren’t you?!” I taunted. His eyes flickered to my face, but he didn’t budge an inch.
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• “Their thoughts....they’re thinking of doing something to you.” He said with a hint of confusion. “It’s extremely irritating to stand here and do nothing.”
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• I glimpsed at the guys walking by then back at him. He was still avoiding full eye contact.
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• “I can only hear thoughts of love....of lust. And right now they’re lustful. Every single one of them....lust. It’s repulsive.” He muttered angrily, punctuating the words with force. Well this was a first. I’ve never seen Eros act like this before. He was so.....irritated over the fact that I was getting attention for once. Frowning, I hesitantly took a step back and made my way down the hall, wondering if he was going to keep following me or not. Sure enough, he caught up to me with a matter of strides. This time he didn’t distance himself--he neared himself to the point where he could step on the back of my heel at any moment. My cheeks burned from embarrassment as both the girls and boys watched us make our way to English.
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• “Welcome to Mrs. Waxmire’s English!” was printed in bright yellow letters across the wall next to a wood door. What was this—first grade??? Eros—I mean Sean—stood outside the door while I found my seat and got settled. I didn’t expect for him to stay there even after 11 minutes passed and the bell sounded, but he did. Mrs. Waxmire frowned at him as he refused to move. She was just about to call the school police when I raised my hand to be excused. I dashed for the door, gripping his shirt in the process, and dragged him out of earshot.
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• “Er--.....Sean, you can’t stay here! You have to go home.” I hissed.
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• “I’m sorry, but I’m not leaving until I see that you’re fine.” He said, just as quiet.
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• “This isn’t kindergarten! It’s HIGH SCHOOL!” I explained.
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• “Exactly! If you haven’t noticed, HIGH SCHOOL boys tend to be more rowdy then kindergarteners. I’m not comfortable with leaving you by yourself for 7 hours...”
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• “But that’s just it—I won’t be by myself. There are over 400 other students, including teachers and what not. I’m bound to make at least 5 or 6 friends here.” I reassured him.
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• He gave me a wry smile. “I guess you’re right.”
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• “Of course I am.” I nodded. “By the way, I think you better go because the guards are just down the hall.” I gestured to the fuzzy static noise followed by the occasional “Beep” coming from the said place. Eros kept his eyes on me, brushed his hand on my cheek, and lowered his lips to my ear.
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• “I’ll be waiting.” He whispered, and disappeared as the guards showed up. I felt my heart pounding, my thoughts scattered, and my legs shaking uncontrollably. Ok....that was also a first. Since when did Eros—I mean Sean—touch me like that? He only made contact with me when he was correcting my stance or hands. He’s never laid a hand on me with such affection. Or was he teasing me? If he was....he was dead.
• (wondering why Eros is so tense and in a crabby mood? wanna know how you can find out? KEEP READING, VOTING, AND COMMENTING! THAT'S HOW! THANK YOUZZZZ!!!!~Dott.)