Thristy for us

Suddenly we are so close that I have to look up to stare into those eyes of his. The eyes that are also following in my dreams. I feel our lips move toward each other, agonizingly slow. Like a bad slow-motion moment in a movie, where you hope to finally see the two of them kiss. We get disturbed by the door going out of its lock and we both turn away from each other. The moment we just had is now completely gone. Completely gone is that warmth from before. Am I really, going for him, even though everything inside me is screaming to stay away from him?

“Everything okay Avery?” I hear Ellen ask me in a concerned voice as she looks at Wyat and me. “Yeah,” I say gruffly, still out of breath from the air I had been holding in until our lips would touch. However, none of this moment is evident as Wyat storms out the door. This can make her even ask more questions, though Ellen is not at all surprised to see him here. He didn’t seem to enjoy being here now either when he sent that last look of horror our way. “He didn’t do anything to you, did he? Rondy came storming up to us, all upset. I was so afraid that he would do something to you.”

I give a small smile at her to thank her for her concern, even though a part is screaming with desire. The part that just won’t stop. If I had already thought, I was longing for Rondy. Was I completely overwhelmed by what just happened between me and Wyat. It just terrified me. Miranda needs to come back, fast!

Ellen remains concerned with me for a while longer. She wants to make sure there isn’t, which is something I like about our friendship. How briefly we have known each other, yet already have such a good bond. “Did Miranda give you the key?” I ask curiously, so I would be prepared when she can just interfere in some encounter with some boy. She nods and takes me in her arms before returning to her room, and I retreat to my bed.

That night, I had almost the same dream as before. Still in the woods, with still the dog-like creature turned into a shadow of a man with exactly those yellowish eyes like Wyat. Though this time even more was happening. This time I was entwined with this black shadow kissing against a tree. My heart was racing as I suddenly bolted awake from the alarm clock. Swearing, I knock the thing off and get out of bed.

In a bad mood, I step into the bathroom and get ready for this day at school that started back like any other day. However, I am happier than expected when I catch Miranda’s gaze across campus with a smile hidden in it. The smile that would give anyone else the creeps except me. Scared is the last thing I feel, as far as I can still feel. With this heart shaped like a stone inside of me that can't open up to anyone.

Ok, there is something that scares me and that is what Wyat is doing to me. I just can’t control myself with him anymore, and the only one who can keep him away from me is Miranda. What a relief that she is back, or not. Angry, I walk on to my classroom. How can I even think such a thing about someone who is my friend? A friend is a big word, but she is my roommate. I would rather keep her on my good side than as an enemy on my bad side.

In class, I try to keep my head, though this is easier said than done when I feel Ellen push her shoulder against me. The teacher looked at me, but nothing in me had caught what he had said. And after a disappointing sigh from him, he moves on to someone else. “What’s wrong with you today?” Ellen asks worriedly as I take my bag and exit the classroom to walk to my locker. A little longer than usual, I linger there with my head in the locker, still lost in thought, until I feel someone put their hand on my shoulder.

Shocked I turn around looking at Rondy his eyes piercing into mine full of questions about yesterday. Of course, I should have expected him to ask questions. “What’s that between you and Wyat?” He asks me with a tone I don’t particularly like. A tone that sounds full of jealousy.

“He’s my roommate’s boyfriend, and something had happened to her.” I immediately made up my mind not to feel guilty about the weird moment we had shared yesterday. In which our lips had almost touched. “He could have easily talked up to your boyfriend.” I swallow hard. Does he think we’re in a relationship? What makes him think so? We barely know each other beyond the moment we shared yesterday, but nothing happened.

How can I fix this now, certainly not without hurting his feelings? Something I am certainly not happy about. Hurting people I’ve always resisted. I am not the type to bring bad news or have boyfriends. How could he not notice?

“Rondy,” I begin my sentence as the bell rings, forcing me right back into my classroom. Not only that. I had caught a look from Wyat before I walked away from Rondy which gives me chills.

In class this time I sat not next to Ellen, but next to Miranda who madly decided to sit next to me, leaving Wyat alone in his seat behind us.

“Don’t you want to sit next to Wyat?” I ask her innocently, though she looks right through my mask. “I want you to stay away from Wyat.” This comes as a shock to me; before, she had never chased me away from him. It was always the other way around, Wyat wanted me to be the one to stay out of their way. Although lately, he has been around a lot.