I sighed and shrugged out of Zane’s loose hold.
“I better get to class.” I murmured sullenly.
Zane smiled a small smile, but something about that
particular smile is off. His face remained a mask of nonchalance, and inside
his eyes, deception shone like a brightened star.
“What class do you have?” He asked curiously.
I tampered down on the spark of annoyance and suspicion that
raged inside of me and forced a faux smile.
“History. We have new teacher, Mr Wolfaine.” I told him.
He nodded and gestured me in front of him.
I fell in step beside him as we headed off to class.
As he led me to my history class I ran over the conversation
I had with Zane late last night in my head.
Zane can’t be done with me yet, I silently protested.
I cannot let it happen.
He’s all that I have, he’s the only thing that can make me
smile; make me feel safe from the rest of the world.
I never thought that he would want to take things further.
God, how could I be so obtuse? I wondered in frustration.
I thumped my head with the palm of my head.
With a newfound determination, I snatched up my cell phone
and punched in his number.
“C’mon pick up, pick up.” I tapped my left hand against my
knee in agitation.
After the fourth ring he finally picked up.
“’Lo?” He mumbled.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Hi, uh, it’s Akira.” I said nervously.
“What is it Akira?” He asked with a tinge of impatience leaking from his voice.
“I’m sorry Zane. Please believe me when I say that I
honestly don’t mean to lead you on. It’s just that, I’m not ready.” I told him in a desperate tone.
He sighed into the phone.
I bit my lip anxiously.
“Why didn’t you just tell me that you weren’t ready? That
way I wouldn’t have made such a fool out of myself. I really like you Akira and
I admit that I don’t want to lose you either.” He said softly.
A bubble of happiness formed inside of my chest at his words, but I didn’t trust it.
“Why do I sense a ‘but’?” I asked cautiously.
“Because there is one. I a male and a teenager both of which are not known for their incredible restraint. If you don’t want to do anything physically, then we need to make a compromise.” He stated.
I felt my blood freeze in my veins.
“Compromise?” I asked; stumped.
“Yes, compromise.” He said more firmly.
I swallowed the unknown lump in my throat.
“Like what?” I asked reluctantly.
He puffed out another sigh.
“Akira?” I shook my thoughts away and looked around in
I relaxed when I saw Zane’s concerned chocolate eyes.
“What?” I asked.
His brow furrowed with a frown as he regarded me curiously.
“We’re at your class.” He said slowly.
“Oh.” I looked around and saw that we were indeed at my history class.
I could hear the chatter of excitement from the other students inside the classroom, and the squeak of chairs against the tiled floors.
“Thanks for walking me to class.” I said to Zane.
He nodded, still studying me.
I ducked my head slightly, feeling too open, too vulnerable.
He blew out what sounded like an annoyed breath.
He gave me a small hug.
“I’ll see you later.” He spun on his heel and strode away; leaving me to stare after him.
Warning bells were ringing inside my head. Something isn’t right. And until I find out what it is, then I’ll be constantly on edge, just waiting for disaster to strike…
“Shouldn’t you be in class?” Said a deep voice from behind me.
I jumped in fright and whirled around.
My jaw dropped and the tips of my toes got all tingly.
In front of me stood a devishly handsome male, he stood at 6’0, with a gracefully muscled form, wide shoulders, with a trim waist and a healthy golden tan. His jet black hair is clean cut and accentuated his masculine cheekbones, the small cleft in his chin and the firm, broad forehead. His eyes are storm cloud grey that seemed to swirl under the lighting and I swore at felt as if he could see right through to my soul.
I cleared my throat.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?” I asked him in feigned offence.
He smiled a crooked smile at me, revealing pearl white teeth and a small glimpse of a pink and plump tongue.
I gulped and refrained from fanning myself.
My God this man is gorgeous!
Maybe he’s a new student here…
“I’m your new history teacher.” He said.