[A/N] As I said previously, didn't mean to drag this out so much! Just imagined the scene and it took me a lot longer to get to it than I thought. Some of you already guessed it, at least one or two were spot on haha. Never know what to say when people guess things I'm withholding in stories.
He moved his arm away for me to get up slowly off of the bench.
Angela watched me with wide eyes, as did seemingly everyone else at the table.
"Akara?" She asked me quietly.
"Uh... I have to..." I looked up at Atlas for help with some kind of an excuse but he just watched me, looking pissed off as he waited, saying nothing. "Study with..." My words trailed off.
He gave me a shove towards the cafeteria exit and I gave them a week smile. "Okay, well... uh- bye..." I waved.
They stared at me as I left, Angela got up from her seat and watched me, a slow glare forming on her face. I really hoped she didn't hold a grudge against me for walking off. Although it almost felt as though she was glaring at Atlas, and not me, which was probably wrong. Going by my gut never worked out well for me.
I sighed as I walked, Atlas might just be the ultimate unintentional cockblocking offender.
As I was exiting the hall I saw the faces of some of the other students eating their meals who had stopped chatting briefly to watch me from out of the corner of my eye and I wondered what they were thinking. Maybe they thought he was bullying me or something. They probably thought he was going to extract money from me or take me round the back of the school and when I put that into contrast with what I we were actually heading off for I felt my face burn.
I'd never really paid much attention to the people in this school, so more than not knowing who people were I didn't really know what people thought of them. That was despite the whole culture thing going on in this school. Central Leighstone had it's own social networking app even, and while you would think no one would use it because it's obviously heavily monitored by the teachers and it's a school app for crying out loud, pretty much everyone in school has it.
I'd never downloaded it because I didn't care about that rubbish. When I saw the prefect posters on the wall I laughed and moved on, when some drama happened I ignored it, and when teachers looked at me I tried to blend into the wall.
Now that I thought about it I had to wonder what they thought of me, something I'd never considered before. Was it tight knit a community enough that I was the topic of discussion sometimes?
I mean Atlas fit the measure of a bully, and so did his buddies. I mean I didn't pay attention so I have no idea what specifically they went around doing besides chasing people but I knew that they didn't make any pretences of being your friendly Leighstone model students. But it didn't really matter, I think, because I was the one that got reprimanded at all the time, teachers here really didn't like me, so in a way it was likely I was more well known for being a bad kid than even Atlas was.
Speaking of which, Atlas looked less annoyed than usual, which was a bit odd considering he'd just spotted me in the middle of me going on a rant about how terrible he was and I was almost expecting a punch to the face instead of whatever else when we got there. Instead he stood there and as I stood in front of him, ready to close my eyes and brace myself, he stared intently at me.
His eyes were really... I couldn't place exactly why they struck me like they did. It was just like he was born to be naturally intimidating, and he was. But being intimidating didn't mean he was glaring, just intently staring down at me, and that was enough for me to feel that awkward nervousness that I hated, that made me itch to make some kind of inappropriate joke to pull his attention away from whatever he was thinking about.
A minute or fifty went by of feeling my heart slowly begin to race in front of him, the muffled echoing of students walking past in the hallways two or three floors down creeping up in the silent stairwell. The lights in this stairwell weren't on because it wasn't used as often as the others, two out of the three floors didn't actually allow students in through the door here.
It wasn't dark, we stood in front of the large window and light poured inside, leaving long shadows dripping down the stairs.
"Tell me what's on your chest." He said suddenly.
It took me off guard so much that I turned around too quickly and when I did I saw how close he was all of a sudden and almost fell over backwards in surprise.
"Not this again." I complained.
His look was dark, he crossed his arms and watched me silently. "I- I'm not telling you!" I took a careful step backwards.
He took another, longer, stride towards me. "Tell me."
I felt the cool air from the wall behind me as I took a small step backwards and raised a hand in front of me to prevent him from coming closer.
"I won't tell you." I told him securely.
He unfolded his arms as he took another step closer, my hands pressed up against his chest as he moved and I was not an inch away from the wall and two inches away from him. I looked nervously down the stairs to the left of me, watching the door at the bottom of the stairs, willing someone not to walk in on us.
I looked up at him and wish I didn't. Because as much as I didn't like the guy, and I definitely didn't like him, he was so fucking attractive that looking at him made my heart race uncomfortably in my chest. It wasn't my fault, anyone would have felt that way being crowded in by a guy who looked like that, even while he looked annoyed... sometimes because he looked annoyed, he looked so handsome my eyes hurt looking at him.
I looked away quickly, hoping he didn't know what I was thinking, he'd definitely come after me if he knew. Well, maybe he would, I don't know. If I'm going by this guys track record of doing completely the opposite of what I thought he'd do he'd probably strip naked in front of me and demand I paint him.
I flinched as images swept into my head one by one and tried to move away from him. His hand slammed down on the wall all of a sudden and fucking hell the sound was so loud right in my ear that I jumped, actually physically jumped.
"Show me." He demanded.
"N- No."
He scowled at me, and his scowl was a really shiner this time.
I pressed back against the wall. "I don't care about your one extra centimetre on me, Atlas, I'm not showing you shit."
"Don't be a little shit, just tell me what it is or show me. I want to know."
I glared at him and shoved him hard backwards, but this time he didn't move even a petty inch and instead I became all too aware of the hard muscle my hands were pressed against. Part of me couldn't believe how strong he felt, the other part of me wanted to move away but felt like it would be too obvious, the rest of me was screaming how awkward this would look to anyone who walked in on us.
"I will literally hit you." I threatened him, but secretly really hoped he wouldn't take me up on that. Not that I wouldn't hit him, because I definitely would, but because I had the feeling that my hand was likely to be the one coming out injured if I tried.
He laughed, disbelief ringing in it's pitch.
I tried to make my glare fiercer but I was pretty sure the level of angry I was at was as much as I could must.
Fine, he didn't think I would hit him.
I reach a fist back as far as it could go, which was not far, and swung at him, aiming for his face because I knew for a fact nothing would happen if I hit his chest.
My hand never made impact with him though, instead my arm was caught in his painful grip as his arm wrapped around my the area just above my wrist.
I had no idea how he'd moved that fast but I didn't care, I immediately tried to swing myself free but he didn't move at all and somehow the fact that my body was moving in tandem with how my arm should me moving meant that my legs crossed over, ending up throwing myself completely off kilter and somehow swung around, simultaneously dragging him down with me so that he was on top of me as I smacked myself back onto the ground.
My backpack fell off of my one shoulder and skidded across the floor into the corner beside the radiator and my elbow, which made first contact, screamed out in pain for about ten seconds as I gasped loudly. The empty stairwell seemingly throwing the sound back at me.
I felt shell shocked as I watched him above me, wincing from his own injuries at having been dragged to the ground.
But when he looked at me and I looked back at him I have no idea why but my head went blank and I somehow forgot how the hell we had gotten into this position. All I could register was that he was on top of me, I saw the silhouette of his broad shoulders, the weight of his legs on mine evidence enough of the fact that if I wanted to get up he could hold me down.
I looked away, my face burning. It was that whole 'throwing me into a wall' situation again. That creeping desire that tickled my chest and threatened to expose itself a second time.
"Shit..." I whispered.
He stared down at me, a strange expression on his face that I couldn't place as one I had seen before.
"You..." He picked himself up slowly, but didn't get up, instead he sat down on my legs and continued to look down at me as I lay there shocked on the floor, silent stinging in my elbow. "Idiot..." He said softly.
Then he reached towards me and slowly moved his hand to the spot below my collar.
I didn't move as he undid the button.
I don't know why. There was something in the strangeness of the picture that held me back. It was almost as though the fact that Atlas was unusually and completely calm, that the way he moved, his fingers gently brushing my chest as he undid my buttons, that I was somehow tricked into forgetting why exactly I didn't want him to see.
Of course, by the time he reached the third and fourth button and the bewildered expression settled onto his face that I remember exactly why I hadn't wanted to show him.
"Jacob's Property..." He read out loud, slowly and loudly.
I probably could have died five times right there on the floor as he lay on top of me. My face burned hard enough I could probably have lit a match on my face.
Shit.
[A/N] You feel that in your bones? What's that? Oh yeah, patron time! (o'〰'o)♡
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