Thristy for us

In the building where we had a class that hour, I asked the teacher to let me go to the bathroom. More so that I could retreat for a moment because Wyat was still staring at me with that same look. Now that I got to know Rondy and Clara and was even in class with them, it seemed like he was starting to take me in more and more. Why isn’t Miranda there? Her boyfriend is starting to irritate me, and I don’t know how long I can keep up his behavior before I lose my temper.

In the school restroom, I take some water out of the sink and throw it in my face. After I wipe it off with a paper towel, I hear the door open and close until I feel those same eyes burning on me again. Though I didn’t know how that could be. I’m in the girl’s restroom, and he was in class a moment ago.

“What are you doing,” I hear a male voice say annoyed behind me. Which immediately rings bells in my head, Wyat. Why can’t he leave me alone? What am I doing to make him keep following me around, provoking me for things that are just normal? He always has to find a reason to push me into the ground or forbid me to do things.

“I’m not doing anything and fuck off, you’re in the girl’s bathroom. Soon someone will come in and see us standing together. We don’t want Miranda, your girlfriend, to find out you’re standing here with another girl,” I say to him arrogantly even with so much hatred laid in my tongue. As he steps closer to me, I feel my body pushing against the sink as I take a step back.

Leaning against the sink with my lower back and my hands held against it for support, I feel him almost standing against me with his big stature and those piercing eyes fixed on mine.

“Do you think you’re being smart by striking this tone against me?” He asks, coming closer and closer to me, making me feel his warm body pressing against mine.

“What do you want me to say?” I ask him in a steady voice. What I think a steady voice should represent. He takes my chin and pushes it up a little, so I have to look at him. “Stop, being so present. Leave us alone and go away. For all I care, you sleep with that Ellen for the rest of the year.”

Is he for real now? He’s standing here, intimidating me instead of leaving me alone. Which he so clearly wants to do, but doesn’t. Angrily I look at him, knowing he can now see my eyes blacken, which Diana always commented on and tried to soothe me that way. “I’m staying, and you can’t make me leave! I didn’t put anything in your way!” I call out to him, turning my face away from him.

He grabs back my chin and whispers something in my ear as he releases me, and I’m left standing alone, completely thrown off guard by him. Why is he doing this?

For the rest of the day, that sentence keeps going through my head, searching for its meaning. What could he mean by; “I know who you are, Avery Tuborn.”

What could he possibly know? That I am an ordinary girl with an older sister and a father living in a mansion behind the woods in Townsend? What more is there to know? Maybe about my mother, who was found dead one day in our house after a theft that got out of hand? Everyone knows about this in Townsend and if I may assume he lived there himself, so he had to have picked up on this. Though his tone was very frightening, whether he knew my deepest secret. I don’t have many secrets, but those few I have, I would like to keep secret.

Later in my room I am alone, no sign of Miranda in sight. Suddenly I noticed that I hadn’t seen her all day, could there be something?

As the hours pass and I still haven’t seen Miranda come in, I start to get worried. Could something have happened? Why isn’t she back yet? As I look on the nightstand of my bed, I see that it is already nine p.m., which is not normal for her to stay away for so long without letting me know anything. I decide to walk out the door, retracing my steps until I arrive at Ellen’s dorm and knock on the door.

I hear a giggle from another girl in her room. Which makes me want to turn back. Clearly, something is happening between her and that girl she met at school, today. Yes, Ellen had openly told me that she is in love with girls and has no interest in boys. Respectfully, therefore, I want to retreat to give her privacy. Until that door opens and Ellen calls me back there. She lets me in, and I see Clara sitting on her bed, smiling at Ellen, who comes back to sit next to her.

“Am I interrupting?” I ask with a definite blush forming on my cheeks as I see the girls’ gazes. They both clearly have affection for each other.

“No way. Rondy will be here soon too,” Ellen says, even though I notice it frustrates her more to know that she is now being disturbed by two people. She lets out a laugh, though I know she would have preferred to be alone with Clara when I want to say something about it, I hear knocking on the door. Clara jumps up enthusiastically as she opens the door for Rondy and hugs him.

“Twins,” Ellen murmurs next to me. Which makes me wonder, looking at them. I would never have made out they were twins. He has dark hair, and she is almost blonde. They both have even different eye colors. Rondy sees me standing and releases his sister to come to me. I feel his arms around me, causing a warm feeling to spread through my body. Until I felt his arms fall, but before they landed next to him, he first caressed my hand which felt superb. It doesn’t happen often, and now I have two boys attracting my attention. Although this attention is only physical, I notice. Never could I have thought to be physically attracted to boys, not so fast anyway. Without having any feelings for them. I am still a virgin and should not feel these feelings of lust, for something I have never done.

Rondy sits down on the other bed, which so far is still free. Ellen has no roommate this year and has the luxury of sleeping alone. Since there is no other place besides the office chair, I walk over to Rondy and take a seat next to him on the bed.

“Have you seen Miranda yet?” I ask Ellen, remembering my reason for coming here. She looks at me, pulling her eyes from Clara, now straight to me. “No, if you want to know, you’re going to have to go see Wyat.”

Sure, him again. I had no desire to go to him or step foot in his room. He was intimidating, too dangerous for my liking, and I would prefer to stay away from him. Rondy sees my gaze and takes my hand, making me stare straight at him now. His eyes would drown me if I knew how to express feelings or feel them. Only I feel a light attraction. The love I did search for before is gone, only lust takes over. Weird that I noticed it just now, but will I give in to lust?

“Would you like me to come with you?” He asked sweetly, still his hand in mine. It felt comfortable and warm, though I would have liked to have felt more for him. After all, he is a nice boy who is still good-looking. Though it leaves my stone-cold heart, cold as ice. Which lets the lust build up more and revive my already sensitive skin under the cold layer of my heart.

He still looks at me questioningly as I give my answer, “Yes.” You would think this is stupid of me, but this way Ellen still gets her moment alone. It’s not because I can't feel love or haven't loved that I can stay in the way of someone else's love.