MOVING ON WITH YOU

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Ace's POV

I looked around the school I had been transferred to. It was not that bad. By that I mean it was decent enough to at least have a library I can hide in. As usual everyone looked at me as though I was the new kid. Oh wait I am the new kid. Thank God I decided to put my hood up.

I knew it wouldn't last but it gave me a sense of security. And it would stop me from even attracting even more attention. The minute I removed my hood I would have all sorts of people throwing themselves at me. Trust me I know.

The secretary looked up and stared at me for awhile. Probably my eyes. I have been told my eyes tend to draw people in. I cleared my throat and she snapped at whatever trance she was in blushing furiously on realizing what she had been doing.

" May I have my schedule? I'm Alexander Elliot." This made to actually start doing her job. She gave me a map, schedule, locker number and combination. She asked if needed a guide but I told her I was fine. I'm not dumb right?

I may not be dumb but I'm definitely terrible at directions. By the time I found my first class which was Biology by the way,I mean who starts the day with Biology? The one who wrote the classes should so be fired. Anyway I'm digressing. By the time I got to class, I was fifteen minutes late.

I could already tell the teacher was a bitch by the glare she fixed me. " You are let!" Yeah no shit Sherlock. " I'm sorry I got a bit lost." I was really trying not to roll my eyes but then again my hood was lower due to looking in the map so she wouldn't have noticed.

" Go take your seat." Her voice was so annoying but then again it was just her personality. I sat at a seat in the corner at the window. She continued with her rambling for the rest of the lesson. And so the day continued by the end of the week I could go around without getting lost.

My lunch was always spent in the library reading my books even if I was ahead of my classes. So far no one had seen my face and I knew it wouldn't last long. Anyway it was now the weekend and decided it was time for me to go to my extra practice. Five months of none does not leave you in good shape you know.

That day my dance teacher was tough but when isn't she. Since I started training with her which at least three weeks I had come to know she was every bit as tough as my former teacher Inana. However,Selina was really nice just like her friend.

After that I went to the grocery store to buy some stuff for my fridge because Mom said she wants me take a photo of my fridge stocked with food. She was doing this due to my eating disorder and she knew once food was there I would push myself to finish it. Outside the wind bit my ears as my shoulder length hair was in a messy bun.

As I was doing my shopping,I tried to get a box of razors that was on a high shelf but it was just beyond my fingertips. I lifted myself on my tiptoes to get it but just as I was about to get it a hand snaked around my waist . I looked back to see a pair of steel gray eyes looking at me.

Those orbs were mesmerizing and were dancing with emotions I couldn't quite read. He had an impressive height about 6'5 so a whole five inches taller than my 6 foot height. His hair was an ebony black that looked so soft I could already imagine my hands running through it. He was like a walking Adonis with the abs he had and his rock hard chest that was against my back.

Only then did I realise the compromising situation I was in. His hand was still on my waist and he held my body close to his and I was on still on my tiptoes. I don't why that position felt so right that I couldn't help but relax in his arms only for him to say something that got tensing up in his arms.

" Stop hurting yourself. It's helping you deal with whatever you are going through," he said in a deep husky voice that sent shivers down my spine. His words sent panic through me. Is it really that obvious that I am hurting? That I am broken?