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Decrion-Part 2
He looked up at that moment, and his eyes found mine. I stared back, dumbly, my eyes settling back into their sockets. He said nothing, and his face revealed nothing, but there was a silent, secretive smile in his eyes that made the curiosity from before burn me. I simply had to know who he really was…
Assembly passed quickly, the morning announcements nothing but a soft murmur that I didn’t hear. I was floating in my own daydream, his eyes still in my mind. What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I just forget about him and move on? Or maybe I really was a freak.
“What’s with you?” Haley asked me, elbowing me as we walked to class. I resurfaced, coming back to the present in a split second. Automatically, I wanted to go back to my private daydream.
I shrugged. “Nothing. Just the French test is bothering me.”
That, thankfully, was enough to set her into a full account of the woes and worries of her life. I didn’t notice where I was going at all, until I bumped into him.
I dropped the books in my hands, a blush creeping into my cheeks. I bent down to retrieve my books, but he was already there, my books in his hands. He handed them back to me, and I felt my cheeks grow bright red.
“Clara, right?” he said, a smile on his lips. I glared silently, keeping my mouth shut. I had enough sense to know that if I opened it, I was start talking nonsense, and give myself away. I wasn’t supposed to like him in the first place.
He smiled wider, then walked on, my heart hammering loudly. For some reason, when his hand touched mine for that split second when he’d handed me my books, I’d felt an odd rush of electricity run up my arm. I was still dazed, but I didn’t show it. I didn’t need to.
Haley kept giving me odd looks every so often during class, but I didn’t care. I knew now. I was obsessed. I was going insane. This time next week, I’d be wrapped up in a straightjacket, locked in a rubber room.
I saw him every time I went to class. At least I didn’t bump into him again. I was sure my cheeks would give me away if I did.
It continued like that for the rest of the week, always the same, until one day in music class.
We were supposed to learn the notes to a favored song. It was hard for me to choose, since I had so many favourite songs, but I eventually settled for a song called ‘We Are’.
So when the time came to start the exercise, I had the lyrics and the notes memorized. It was only when I was told to play three or four bars of the song, that I noticed something strange.
The English lyrics changed in my mind to another completely foreign language I had never heard in my entire life.
I didn’t show my confusion as I played the notes on my guitar, but once I was done, I felt an unusual tingling at my fingertips.
I stared at my hands, stretching my fingers out straight on the table. I thought I heard a low hum in my ears when I stretched out my fingers, and I blinked repeatedly, ignoring the teacher at the top of the classroom, until class was over.
I was still staring at nothing in particular, when I bumped into him again.
He gave me an odd look, and I stared dumbly back, frowning. He frowned back, as if he was trying to think of something. Trying to find out what I was…
But that was silly. What would this boy want to do with me? I wasn’t about to forgive him for what he had done, but since I hadn’t glared or looked angry this time, would he take that as a sign of forgiveness? I hoped not. Or did I?
I shook my head, only noticing for the first time, that people were giving me funny looks.
I decided right then, that I had to corner this boy, and interrogate him. Either that, or become(more) insane.
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