You And I

ƇӇƛƤƬЄƦ 16: Dwight Blake Johnson

ㄎtraightening the cotton shirt over my muscled chest, I let my fingers run over the 'The Knight' logo which stood proud below the neckline.

  A slow smile warmed my heart as the events from Wednesday ran through my mind.

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  "Why not 'Taming The Shrew'? It's pretty challenging" my voice turned heavier, as I ran my fingers over the spine of the red, hard cover.

  Premonition ragged my body, as I shifted my attention back to her. But what I saw next literally shook me to the core.

  So many emotions ran through those lustrous green eyes of hers, at once. As if she was on a train, which was broken from one end and the other was just hanging loose from the ripped track. Giving her no choice but to balance herself in between. Her walls were as low as the stark height of a normal foot lift, making me want to jump in.

  As I finally made up my mind to form a sentence in my mouth it was in a flip of moment that her previously wide eyes were back to glaring and her tough ambience was back in business, making me go arctic. 

  "Yeah whatever" she said in a sigh and snatched the book from my hand.

There was something which was hidden in the depths of those, now, too high and unpenetrative walls of hers. I tried to leer in deep, but I got dodged back and I accosted nothing but the vacuous space to look at.

  "Umm...-" my curiosity was cut short with bell to the seventh period going off.

  Quickly picking up her bag, she turned for her back to face me.

  "Coming Tuesday in sixth period, at the same time and place" Her voice was ascetic, as she straightened her posture before advancing towards the door.

  Negligence to if I replied, she finally stepped out.

Damn! Think something... anything... fast! It's either now or never...

  Before I could even pull myself out of the catalepsy, my body was already on its own; catching up with her in the corridor.

  "Dixie! Hold up!" My voice boomed in the corridor. Many heads turned towards me, but I couldn't even bother to the fact that I was making my action obvious.

   My eyes caught the sight of letup in her tracks upon my call and right when I thought I have caught up with her, she turned around; making her forehead accidently bunt my chest.

  Though the contact was just mere and even though it wasn't skin to skin. I still apperceive a desolated feeling bubbling through my bones. The absolute part of the skin underneath that thin material of my t-shirt seem to react, absorbing as much warmth she had to give. And for my heart, it was going East and West with all the alleviation it was now being fed with.