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• A Touch of Magic
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• Chapter 10—
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• “So let me get this straight.” Taylor stroked his chin with his hand while rethinking what I had just told him. “What’s-his-face--”
• “Sean.” I corrected stuffing a binder into my locker. I saw him roll his eyes out of my peripheral vision. My jaw clenched.
• “Sean is not your boyfriend, but he drives you to school, gets extremely protective, teases you like hell, bakes you sweets, and lives at your house?” he clarified, holding up his pinky finger and then his ring finger, followed by the other three. He seemed to take the news rather unpleasantly.
• “Pretty much.” I shrugged walking away from him. He snapped out of his confused daze and jogged to catch up. The medallion bounced against his neck until he was directly beside me, his honey eyes showing much disapproval.
• “’Pretty much’?!” he repeated. “That’s--” he paused quickly to make sure no one would be listening. “That’s illegal!”  He whispered sharply.
• Grunting in annoyance, I slammed my binders down on my desk while he ranted on about how much trouble I’d get in if anybody would find out about me living with a man that was already ‘out of college’. A crazy thought popped up in my delusional mind and I grinned inwardly. Eros could without a doubt pass as an 18 year old with the right amount of work on his facial features—meaning I’d have to shave those few strands of hair growing on his chin and shorten his sideburns—he’d definitely fool a lot of people. Then a flashback of last night dance through my head, making my heart and stomach churn in odd ways. I still didn’t understand why he hugged me back even though I defied his one condition. And how’d he change back when my actions were what transformed him in the first place?
• I do remember looking up something on the internet when he first arrived here. A site on Greek Mythology stated that, although he is the God of Love and no false words shall befall his lips, every New Moon Eros transformed into a demon-like creature(A/N: I’m making this part up! =3). Now it all made sense—why his eyes were a bleeding red, veins protruding from everywhere, and that bitter expression. Second of all, there was the whole “Valentine’s Day” affair. I was increasingly curious as to what happens on February 14^th, where lovers share their feelings for one another. Hmm....did he really fly around in that mini-skirt shooting people with sparkling red arrows? I wonder how many people he’s shot.....probably millions. Ok, I get it now. Everything makes sense! Since Eros hears thoughts of love and lust, he uses that ability to find people in need and shoots them with his arrows! Jeez, am I slow or what?
• A white sheet of paper skidded across my desk and hit my elbow. I jumped, not realizing 3^rd period had already started and that Taylor had finally shut-up. I glanced to my left to see him writing down class notes casually. I was worried of what the note said, so I opened it hurriedly.
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• Hey, you okay? You seem to be out of it every since school started. Did I say something wrong?
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• I bit my bottom lip, feeling a slight relief knowing that he wasn’t asking about Sean like he was earlier. I grabbed my pen from behind my ear and scribbled on the sheet—mind my messy handwriting.
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• No, I’m fine. I’ve just been thinking about some things.
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• Carefully, I slid the note back to him just as casual as he had done it. He looked up at my face before he read what I had written. Through my curtain of hair, I saw his eyes skim over the letters with no emotion what so ever. What was he thinking? It was returned to me.
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• Like....?
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• Like how am I gonna survive P.E. Yesterday was just the intro. I’m going to be killed in 7^th period!
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• The corners of his mouth twitched as he barely hid a smile.
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• Don’t worry. I’ll protect you no matter what.
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• My cheeks flushed fiercely and I gnawed on the cap of my pen. This time, a full-blown grin stretched to both of his ears and he shook his head, running his fingers through his hair.
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• Uhhm...... that’s not necessary.
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• What? It’s not like your non-boyfriend is gonna find out.
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• Well...I have a heavy conscience.
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• And you think I don’t? Let me remind you I’m at least 3,000 years of age. I’ve done some pretty bad things in my past.
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• Taylor frowned slightly and rested his chin in his palm, staring nonchalantly at the black board ahead as I did to him. He was right. Dragon-possessed spirits carried a heavy burden through out their lives. But in order to live a normal life amongst humans, they had to do everything in their power to keep their true self in check and keep it a secret. If word got out that a dragon was living in their quiet village, men by boat loads would show up to slay them and their family. I tapped the pen on the table rapidly until his burning hand laid on top of mine. He removed it after an awkward amount of time and I hurriedly wrote my response.
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• Can I ask you something?
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• If it’s to never touch you again, permission denied.
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• Ha-ha, no it’s not that. I was thinking about how hard it must be being a dragon and all....and I was wondering...
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• I paused to word my question wisely, but he had already seen the sentence and had written ‘What?’ on the bottom corner of my spiral.
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• Have you ever....ya know...
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• No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t get the words to spill onto the page. Too late....again. He slid the note back to himself, read it, and replied, the skin over his knuckles tightening and his lips pursing out.
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• Killed somebody?
• (whoa!!! Wonder what his answer is?!?! THEN KEEP READING, VOTING, AND COMMENTING BAY-BAY! lol, i love you guys so much! 12 votes for next chapter, thank youuuz!~Dott)