devotion

five

When the game was done I was pretty shocked about the amount of violence. Never in my life had I seen people pushing other people so aggressively away. I was suprised that no one got hurt. Our school had won and everyone was cheering but me, some girls gave me mean looks - probably because I wasn't screaming, but what did I have to cheer about? I didn't even know anyone from the team.

I stood up from the stand with only one goal: going home.

But unfortunately, my fate decided that it wasn't time yet for me to go home.

I was crossing the field and tried to avoid bumping into people who were cheering.

mission failed

As I was almost off the field, someone walked into me. "I'm sorry" I fastly mutter.  "It's okay, it was my fault." A young male voice says. "Are you new here?" He adds. As I was looking at the ground, I noticed that he was wearing lacrosse clothing. I looked up and looked into bright green eyes. The colour of freshly mown grass in spring or summer. The colour of my home back in Lockwood. 

"Isn't it obvious?" I say and add "I'm walking away from the game you won simply because I don't know anyone." A small laugh escapes my mouth. But it isn't a happy laugh, it's a desperate one. 

"Well, I'm Noah." he says friendly and I answer with "I'm Eleanor." I give him a smile as he says "Now you do know someone." He shows me his hand and I put mine in it.

He leads me through the crowd and when he stops, I notice we're standing between all his team mates. I feel my heart beating in my chest and my breathing fastens. My hands tremble as I say "No, don't" He looks confused "Why not?" He asks me. "I don't want to be known yet, I want to adjust here first before everyone knows my name." I look at the ground because I'm afraid he'll laugh at me, laugh at my stupid explanation. "That doesn't make any sense, I know." I say with an apologizing voice. "It does, in a certain way." He says. Noah looks into my eyes, but not too long to make things awkward. Our hands aren't intertwined anymore and I cannot bring up the moment when he or I let go. "Do you wanna dance?" He says as he looks at the people who are dancing around a fire. "No, I'm sorry, I think I should go." I say as I avoid looking at him. 

I turn around and walk away but Noah takes my wrist and pulls me into his arms.

His hands are strong and warm.

His breathing is steady.

His voice is soft.

"Stay" He whispers into my ear. "I don't even know you." I say back and for a moment it feels as if we're the only people on this field. No one but him and I. And the only sounds are our beating hearts and voices. He lets go off me and says "Give me your phone." I do and when I get it back I see he made a new contact named 'Noah Roden'. I look up to say goodbye but to my suprise, he's gone. I look around me but don't see him or anyone who looks like him. I take a look at my phone for the last time and see it is already nine pm. I decide to call Denise but I figure that I wouldn't understand her here with all these cheering people so I walk towards the school. I enter the building and lean against the green lockers while searching her number in my phone - she gave it to me in the car. It's dark in the hall and I'm the only one here.

I'm about to press on call when I hear something in a classroom. I vaguely hear something shattering on the ground and someone cursing. I walk to the noise and look through the little window in the door. Someone is sitting on the ground. From behind he looked like Noah - the brown curly hair, the lacrosse clothes. I opened the door and quietly stepped inside. I was standing behind him when I noticed he was picking up the pieces of a broken glass. We were in the chemistry room. Why'd anyone go inside here when there's a party on the field. But then again, I am also here.

"Do you need help?" I almost whisper. He obviously fades and drops the pieces of glass. His breath is unsteady. He fastly stands up and turns around. My eyes widened at his presence, and so did his. "What are you doing here?" He ask aggresive. "What are you doing here?" I say as an answer. "I am picking up the pieces of a broken glass." He says as he looks at the shattered erlenmeyer flask. A transparent liquid has soaked his shoes. "Why did it break in the first place?" I ask him. He groans as he balds his fists and relaxes them. I now notice a red liquid on his hands. Blood. "You're bleeding." I notice. "And you're leaving." he says as he turns around and kneels to pick up the glass again. "I'm not a puppet and you're not my master." I say back harshly. He lifts his head as if he saw something, then he stands up and looks at me. "I wouldn't be so sure about that?" he says with a smirk. "What do you mean with that?" I say confused. "Well, I made you kiss me" he says with a smug smile. He takes a couple of steps closer towards me and I take some back until I'm standing against the wall. His lips are almost brushing my ear as he whispers "and who knows, maybe I can let you open your legs too." His hand brushes my hip. I notice glass laying on the table and fastly grab a piece of it and stab him in his leg. He stumbles back and lets out a pained groan. "I was just kidding, you nutjob." he says with a desperate tone in his voice. "You don't kid with a girl like me, especially not when last week someone was brutaly raped and murdered." I say still holding the glass. "You seriously think I'm a rapist." He says with a small laugh. "No, but I do now you think you can have every girl you want?" I say back in reply. "What makes you think I'm not into guys?" he asks while groaning again. "The way your tongue was cleaning my cousin's throat." I say, refusing to say the word 'kissing'. "You got a point." He says as he leans against the table. "Now are you going to help me with this wound or not?" He says while he takes a look at the stab wound I gave him. I take a look at it from where I'm standing and say "It won't need stitches, you just need to disinfect it and put a bandage on it." 

I dropp the piece of glass and then I walk away. I wasn't going to touch him again. He couldn't control or command me like that. 

I am not a puppet and Teddy is not my master.

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Yay, I updated again. I hope you guys liked it and please vote and/or comment. ily (also I didn't reread)