Inhale//M.E.

Four

"No, when you asked for your bag back, you gave out that you were a college student, if I wouldn't have stopped you, you would have continued to ramble about your life." he said with an evident grin on his face. I looked down at my math work knowing that he was correct.

"I see you blushing." He said which caused me to blush harder. "It's cute." he said causing me to look up at him.

"Thank you." I said covering up my face. "You're welcome." He said rolling my pencil along the table. "It's getting late." I said yawning and putting my completed math worksheet into my purple folder. I tucked it into my backpack and turned around to see Matt looking straight at me.

"I know I'm ugly but did I get Ranch dressing on my face?" I said pointing at my face. He shook his head and I turned back around and zipped my backpack.

"When was the last time you had a boyfriend?" He asked. My eyes widened and I clampled my hands together. "Like sixth grade." I said laughing nervously.

"Thats cute." he said with a grin on his face. "So does that mean you havent had your first kiss then?" He said. "No don't be a smart ass." I said rolling my eyes at him.

I took a bite of my salad and he shot me another question. "Who was your first kiss?" He asked raising his eyebrows.

"Well, I kissed the one boy in sixth grade like twice, but when I was a junior in high school i sort of..." I trailed off.

"Sort of what?" he said, pressuring me. "I made out with my best friend Hannah." I rushed out. "You...experimenting...with girls?" he asked with a look of disbelief and excitement.

"Yeah, I realized that I wasn't really interested in them shortly after we did. We aren't even friends anymore." I said. I took. A drink and looked at the notebook that Matt had set on the table.

"Mind if I look?" I said pointing at the notebook titled 'english'. "No go ahead Eves." He said.

"Are you serious?" I asked raising one eyebrow and smirking at him. "About what?" he asked with his eyes wide and his lips in a thin line, his nostrils slightly flared. "Eves?" I questioned. "Yeah sorry." he said looking down. "It just sort of came out. Oops." he said grinning slightly.

I grabbed the notebook and flipped it open. I flipped a few pages until I found a poem.

I folded the cover behind the back of the book and began to read it.

'The demons that lie in many books

The ugliest ones

The ones that we create conspiracies about in our heads and on the page

The ones that we checked for under our beds as tiny tots

The ones that cause us to have terrible dreams and wake up out of breath and scared out of our wits

The ones that you cannot stop dreaming about

The ones that cause us to become possessed

Even in our best dreams they never seem to disappear

The ones that we can kill but seem to never kill the right way

The ones that revive themselves in the underworld

The ones that we eventually stopped checking for

The ones that never inhabited the space just below our mattresses

But the ones that lie within us

We are our creators of our worst demons

The creators of our worst nightmares'

(A/N: I wrote this off of the top of my head, it sort of happened in one of my dreams and I was inspired to write a poem about it. It isn't the best but I'm gonna make Eva think it is aye.)

"Matt." I Said looking up at him. "What Eva?" he said looking at me with a blank expression.

"You wrote this?" I said pointing to the pencil written poem on the notebook. "Yeah why." He said twiddling his thumbs.

"I didn't know you had it in you. This is amazing." I said running the pads of my fingers over the graphite writing.

"Thanks." He said bluntly. "It's getting late, we should walk back to the campus." He said as I slid him back his notebook.

"Yeah." I said standing up and throwing away my salad container and empty cup. "We should walk together. I don't want you to get kidnapped or something." He said while rolling up his hoodie sleeves and revealing the dark colors of ink etched into his skin.

"We really have no choice because we share a dorm." I said sighing and adjusting my backpack straps.

"Watch out." He said intertwining his hand with mine and quickly pulling me out of the traffic.

We were crossing a road and I wasn't quite paying attention.

"You cold?" he said smirking at me and releasing my hand from his. "No." I said embarrassed. He gave me the chills. Just by a simple gesture, he sent something off inside me that I haven't felt since the sixth grade. A small hint of feelings for someone.

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We arrived back to the campus within 20 minutes of the small hand holding gesture.

"Hey Rowes," he said while crawling under the black comforter on his bed. "What?" I groaned tiredly."

"Goodnight." He said. As he switched off his lamp. "Goodnight." I said closing my eyes and lightly grinning.

A simple gesture from someone so complex can mean so much to a single person.

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This story is going to be so long I can already tell. It might be as long as 'Mean Boys' by HemmoFanfic or 'After' by Anna Todd.

My hands are numb now bye.

-Mikki