Innocent rose

Crazy

" We can and i just told you how " Damien said coldly before leaving the room

Didn't he understand what would happen if his secret got out? Didn't he care what would happen to us, to him?
Was he so caught up in trying to prove himself to everyone that he couldn't see what would happen?

I'm not sure what hurt more, his rejection of me or my requests. I begged him to change his mind about all of this, I have never begged anyone before, for anything but I begged him and yet... it didn't matter to him one bit. His pride, His reputation, everything was more important to him than me, so I decided not to tell him.

He didn't even bother to ask me how I'm feeling, normally he would drive me crazy with all his questions and worried looks, but not this time, it was different it felt weird  a month ago  all I wanted was for him to leave me alone, but now I can't get him out of my mind. It feels like I was just a project for him, and maybe I am but it makes me wonder if he would have cared if I got hurt. After all, he did get what he wanted, didn't he?

"whatever you think is going on here.. it's.." there's a long quiet pause and right there i

prepared myself for the worst, i knew it would sting then he continues "its over"
I couldn't get words out, i feel the emotions rising to my chest as I watched him uncomfortably walking in circles and moving his hands from his pockets up to his face, he looks at me one last time and our eyes met for a few seconds but it felt longer.

All the envy melted away the second I saw the spark in his big gray eyes, his eyes were like the fog on a winding road, blurring my vision and muddling my sense of direction. I know the thought of him is going to haunt my mind, i'm going to be wishing for that smile and the way I would lose myself in his eyes. The way he made my heart flutter coupled with the way his touch made my body shiver.

He takes a deep breath and all his glumness falling from him, he turns around and walks away with my heart in his hands.

I make my way back to class, "Miss Miller, where have you been?"  my eyes meet miss finch's, seeing her annoyed facial expression makes it even harder to get words out
"Im..uh..i"
"its my fault, I asked her to see if she could find my biology book and my locker wouldn't open..it's a long story" he smiles at me but it doesn't reach his eyes.
" alright, Jenna take a seat"
I walk over to the empty seat, sit down and put my books down,
"It's over" is all I can think of, I'm trying hard to erase that memory, his husky breathy voice haunts my mind the images of him walking out, leaving me alone torments me.
I feel like a wrecking ball swooped in and destroyed my whole world, i'm trying to pick up the pieces but it's starting to feel impossible. Remembering life before Him feels unimaginable, i'm trying to get in touch with my inner self but i feel myself drift away from reality. I don't want him, i never wanted him why is this affecting me?

"Soo uhm.. Im Anthony, i don't think we've met" a slightly hoarse voice says
I turn around and our eyes meet, for just a second I notice his eyes travel down  to my lips and continues down my body, then back up to my eyes.
"Cute name.." I say turning back around, he chuckles and soon after i see him pat the guy sitting next to me, then whispering something. He gets up and Anthony moves his things to his new seat.

"I didn't hear you thank me earlier"

"I would be thanking you if we had biology right now, Sadly this is spanish. Your excuse didn't make sense" I say without looking at him

I drift away again back to my own little world, or it used to be my own now it got taken over by two simple words and and a tall stranger. I look over at Anthony one last time, questioning if he can see anything with his hair in his face. Under his light brown hair peaked eyes of hazel and honey, infused with green, as if he held the new fall  growth inside.

The bell rings and for the first time i'm not happy to go home and the image of being alone with just my thoughts does not sound pleasing. I slowly put my books back in my bag and a tall figure walks towards me, i look up just when im about to say something

"it's the thought that counts. j'espère vous voir demain, Miller."  Anthony says with a hint of a self-satisfied smirk on his face,  then he walks away

And with that i make my way to Violet's car.

"And here comes Jenna eve miller, duchess of east valley high school" Violet yells and bows