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• Chapter 11--
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• I felt bad for not being brave enough to say two words and forcing him to. Taylor slightly turned his head towards me and stared into my eager eyes. Sighing heavily, he jotted down a one-lettered answer.
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• Yes.
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• My head started throbbing as my eyes reread the one word over and over again. Was he lying? He had to be! What could’ve been so bad that he had to resort to murder?! My hand shook violently on the desk to the point where I had to squeeze them between my legs. I was sitting next to a killer... I didn’t want it to seem like I was terrified for my life—which I was—so I gripped the pen in my sweaty hand, my handwriting now messier than ever.
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• ‘Oh....’ was all I could think of. What was I supposed to say?! How’d you kill em? How much blood did you spill? Was it a man or a woman?! Like hell I was gonna pressure him like that! Shifting uncomfortably, my own questions and his answer began arousing my interest more than ever. What were they subject to do when threatened? Were they forced to torch everyone in order to save themselves and their family? I’ve heard that dragons became extremely territorial and protective, resulting in low snarls erupting from deep within their scaly interior. But they were said to be extraordinary beautiful creatures—some with wings and thick whiskers, others with no wings but instead they swam or resided on lands with strong powerful legs. I wasn’t going to beg Taylor to show me what he looked like as a dragon—whether he was a Western (my favorite), amphiptere, drake, eastern dragon, faerie, hydra, lindorm, ouroboro, sea serpent, wurm, or a wyvern dragon. I’ve done my fair share of research on mythical creatures.
• I was still in my own little world when the bell rang, snapping me out of my trance. By the time most of the students even touched their binders, Taylor was already heading out the door. I hurriedly grabbed my purse and ran after him.
• “Taylor, wait up!” I called behind him. He stopped at what seemed to be reluctance, and patiently waited for me to catch up without turning around. “You alright?” I asked. No answer.
• I noticed his jaw was still uptight and his lips pursed out in an irritated way. His head was even tilted away from me. Fed up with it, I jumped in front of him, hands on hips, and glared him in the eye.
•  “What’s your problem?!” I barked, “It’s not like you can’t hear me because I know you above all people can.” He didn’t seem to react to that quite well. His eyes narrowed.
• “Maybe it’s because I was expecting you to understand my situation better than just saying ‘oh.” He shrugged, his hands slapping down to his sides.
• “Well I’m sorry, but it’s not every day someone confesses they’ve killed someone!” I retorted in a hush tone. We were now outside near the portables, people eyeing us with curious expressions.
• “Thanks for reminding me I’m a monster.” He growled. I told him to stay put while I speedily sat my things on my desk and rushed back out. He was leaning on the wall, arms crossed and still tense.
• “Look, I’m really sorry, really. I admit I don’t have a clue how hard things are for you with the heavy sin of murdering--”
• “I am not a murder.” Taylor sneered. He’d move so swiftly I didn’t even see him push off the wall and stride to me, his face now only an inch away. His eyes burned holes through my head from how furious they were. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, so I stood there, unable to avert my gaze from his. Perhaps it was how frightened I looked that made him loosen up, scan the area with an unsure face, sigh deeply, and open his arms to me.
• “C’mere.” He said quietly it was almost a whisper. I glanced over both my shoulders and held a finger to my chest, mouthing the word ‘me?’ He nodded and beckoned with his hand to do as he said. Hesitantly, I neared him and expected a quick, friendly hug, but he draped his arms over my shoulders with a powerful, yet gentle, hug. I squirmed against his chest, my face flushing when the embrace tightened and his arm muscles flexed that were touching my back.
• “Taylor,” I whined, fidgeting even more, “People are watching!”
• He chuckled and ignored my complaint.
• “Sto-op!” my voice separated the four letters as he popped his arms to smush my small form.  He finally let go—his face beaming with amusement—and gave me a minute to catch my breath. I held a hand to my chest. Ok, why did I find that comforting? Why was my blood pulsing through my veins so rapidly? Only when Eros taunted me did I ever have these reactions. But the feeling I got afterwards from Eros and Taylor were two totally different things. Like I knew I could return his touch with my own instead of taking precautions. What am I saying?! I shouldn’t be comparing two guys I hardly knew! Blushing still, I kept a fair distance that was out of his reach.
• “You alright?” he snickered. “I didn’t crush your lungs, did I?”
• “No, I’m fine. It’s just...” my voice trailed off. I couldn’t tell Taylor that I couldn’t make contact with Eros! He’d have even more issues about him—not that he did have enough as it was. “I gotta go, Taylor. I’ll see you in P.E.”  I waved and hurried off before he could respond.
• History always bored the crud outta me. It didn’t make any since why we had to learn about a bunch of old, dead guys fighting. Lucky for me, I was seated at the back of the class so I could do as I pleased. I pulled my notebook out and started doodling all over a blank page, wondering what the Love Doctor was doing at the moment. Once I had filled that page with drawings, I flipped to the next page. My pen froze at the first line. How I wished I could talk to Eros...I wanted to hear his voice tell me something, ANYTHING, to make this period fly by. I sighed and wrote down his name in cursive. I stared at it for what felt like an hour until I decided I’d better pay attention to the lesson. Just as I was about to close my notebook, a scratchy sound caught my attention and I flipped back to the page with his name on it. My eyes widened. There, right below ‘Eros’, was:
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• Yes?
• (aww, why did the votes go down? =[. i was all excted to post the next chapter only to find out the votes came in slowly, the comments were even down too. well...10 votes please. And say something more besides 'kmpp' add a COMMENT!-Dott)