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[25] Arden is Gone

L O V I N G
L A K Y N

LAST WEEKS ENGLISH homework was a simple task. We were instructed to go about the weekend and create a poem based on the events of which happened over the forty-eight time period—or slightly less due to the time taken to actually fulfill the task—then we were to use all of our knowledge on the emotion and strategies required to actually translate human thoughts and emotions into something short and relatable.

Whilst I excel at everything and have the knowledge of William James Sidis, I struggled to sum up my weekend. Though, fortunately, my horrible experience with Arden took place of a Friday, so that was not a requirement of which I was to include and even if it were, I would not include it because Mrs. Thorpe would give me an immediate slip to the Academy's student counselor; Cynthia—whom I am sure counsels male freshman into her pants—and then my father would find out.

So, what did my weekend consist of?

Well, first of all; I woke up at approximately eight o'clock on Saturday morning, uncoordinated and confused as I awoke to the smell of a musky scent, dark covers and heavy muscular arms tightly wrapped around me as though I was a child being cradled to my mother's chest.

When I turned around, faced with confusion, I realized I was being held by my sworn enemy and long-term personal bully; Lakyn Westbrook. All of the events that had taken place a mere twelve hours ago, at the time, came flooding through my head at an extremely rapid pace, earning me an immediate headache and shock.

I spent an hour in the same place, turned to face Lakyn, though, despite the angel on my shoulder telling me that I would regret this and I should push him away, the devil on the opposing side was shouting, pleading for me to remain in place, in his arms where he held me safe, he held me and all my demons at bay. I was not drowning anymore, I swam to the surface and I found serenity.

I found peace within his arms.

So, I listened to the devil, mostly because the bad option is always the most satisfying, though it is not always—most the time—the smartest.

Lakyn seemed to shuffle in his sleep, murmuring some incoherent gibberish before dozing off, though he seemed to be in a deep sleep and in the exact moment that I noticed the black bags beneath his closed eyes, he pulled me closer, the entire length of my body pressed against his mostly bare one.

The stubborn and independent part of me was itching to shove him away, but I took the time to analyze him whilst he slept and I noticed how exhausted he looked. It was hard to explain because other than the sleep-deprived bags present on his face, there were no other physical signs to show me that he was tired, I could just tell. I suppose it is like when someone is upset, though they are not crying, you can sense the sadness and as he slept, I could sense how tiresome he was.

His peach colored lips were parted ever so slightly, his long brown eyelashes brushing the tops of his high cheekbones, whilst his eyebrows knitted together. It was somewhat nice to see him without the constant frown that seems to permanently resonate on his face. If I did not know him prior to that moment, I would dare to say he looked angelic.

Eventually, I got bored and though I wanted to stay in his arms, in his house whilst laying in his bed forever, I knew that I had to get home to go before it was too late, so I forced myself out of his bed and left him to sleep, sneaking downstairs where Eden and Hale slept sprawled across Lakyn's large couch.

Eden seemed to remain squashed in the corner of the couch, though Hale seemed to subconsciously slide down towards her end throughout the night as his legs draped across her lap.