Chapter#09

She could feel his eyes, glaring holes in her back. Well, he could suck it for all she cares but she was not turning around. What was he even doing, following her to every class? Who even allowed him! And even if he had started here again then why do he have to be in the same classes as her.

The mark on her neck covered by band-aid suddenly starts burning. She felt like he was staring right at it. Oh, she was furious. He had no idea how furious she was when she went home and saw that almost purple mark on her neck. Like a freaking tag, he had made his mark on her.

Ignoring her racing heart and concentrating on the teacher, she tried to avoid June's eyes as well. What was it with people glaring at her! With everyone's stares and June and Dean's glares, she will end up holy and it was not this nun kind of holy, it was the holes one.

With that she also wondered if maybe becoming a num wouldn't be such a bad idea at this very moment.

Oh God, how she wished she was a nun!

Shaking her head and scolding herself for being stupid, she started staring at the board again. The words looked like those alphabet noodles, all jumbled up and flush, now she was hungry. Couldn't she just think about one thing at a time!

A small thud sound made her look at her desk. A chocolate bar stared back at her. Confused, she looked around and saw Dean looking at her. With his head, he gestured towards the bar and she blinked at him in surprise.

How did he know?

Has he really not forgotten anything about her?

Without an ounce of self-conscious, he stared back at her with those shadowed eyes. How could he stare at her this way? Without a worry? Without a look around of where he was. Can't he be discrete? Isn't he afraid? How can anyone leave their eyes so naked? Leave their soul for the world to see, with just one look tell what exactly the person was thinking.

She wondered what her eyes showed? Were they as naked? If so then what were they saying? Were they shouting, screaming as his did or were they confused, in conflict as she was feeling?

What was she doing? Why was she suddenly seeing such things? Recognizing exactly what Dean was thinking, exactly what his eyes reflect. He was treating her almost the same then why was feeling this way? Ignoring the damn kiss and those cursed words, he was the same then why she suddenly so aware of him? Why was she feeling like she was looking at him for the first time?

Was it because before he had been a forbidden fruit, someone she could never stand beside but just stay in his shadow as his friend? She has never thought of him more. Then why suddenly....

The loud cough shook her out of her stare off with Dean. She quickly looked away and hid her face, feeling it heat up. Her heart was racing at much faster pace now, and feeling his eyes still on her- her whole body felt like it was on fire.

How long had they been staring at each other?

The sound of bell made her finally look up again. Collecting her books, even if she knew that she couldn't escape either June or Dean- knowing June was the one who coughed, she tried a lame attempt to run but someone already had grabbed her backpack. She would have fell on her bum with the force if it wasn't for Dean who came to the rescue.

Rescue her ass.

He was the reason she would have fell anyway.

And why the hell was he was still holding her?!

She tried to shake his hands off from her waist but he had a pretty tight hold. She could feel his hot breath on her neck and it froze her.

"Let me go, everyone is looking." she breath out, desperately trying to calm her heart.

In a snap she was turned to face him. Her heart almost stopped, meeting his darkened eyes.

His eyes immediately soften. The way his eyes changed its emotions always surprised her for even his eyes were bipolar like his personality.

"Why is my claim covered?"

Excuse me?

Claim?

What is this? A werewolf thing?

She knew he noticed her unimpressed look but damn if he gave a fuck. He looked as serious as anyone can get. How was she supposed to answer such a ridiculous question?

She needs to get her emotions straight first.

Was she even angry? Yes, she was very embarrassed and felt self-conscious but was she angry at him? He was treating her like an object which he owned and yet, the thought had taken her breath away.

Of all the people, she found a sadist to befriend.

"I am not your property."

He stared at her blankly for a long while. Searching her face for something, weighting her words and then he sighed softly.

"It doesn't matter. Everyone already knows anyway."

"Know what?" she demanded. Could he back off? She couldn't breathe!

"That I love you."

She felt like someone had paralyzed her, some unseen force was holding her. She wasn't breathing, seeing, feeling anything. It was like everything was on fire around her and yet, she was standing within it- untouched. God, she couldn't breathe. She has heard those a million times. Even before he had left two years ago- these words have left his mouth sometimes unconsciously. The times they have laid on the rooftop, staring at stars or the time he had walked her to class. It was complete random times and it was spoken like a statement, or habit and she had taken it as that. But since his return, when he spoke those words- they have frozen her. Burned her and shattered something inside her.

He said those words again, the same way he had two years ago. Nothing like last night but emotions dancing in his eyes were messing her whole system. The voice was the same from two years ago but the eyes were of a man declaring his love, putting his whole world in hand of someone.

Or had it always been like this?

Once again, she thought why suddenly she could understand everything that went through his head, why she could recognize every emotion in his eyes.

"Stop looking at me which such eyes in front of so many people, I might not be able to stop myself." he whispered so quietly that she barely heard him. He let her go slowly and moved his lips in a somewhat, grim smile and walked away.

She stood, still frozen.

That bastard.

She suddenly wanted to cry.

She was so tired. He needs to stop messing up with her head.

"What the fuck was that?" the demand unfroze her and made her meet the furious eyes of June. A flash of emotion went through her eyes which made Sara blink in surprise but it was gone as soon as it has come.

Maybe it was her imagination.

"I don't know anymore." she murmured and start walking towards her next class, June beside her.

"He really need to watch it and you; you need to tell him off." June sneered and Sara felt a zip of irritation go through her. She shook it off but the question once again made her confused; Why was June talking this way?

Sure, she has never liked Dean much, even in start but the feelings were mutual from both sides. Dean also hated June but June had never been so vocal with the hatred. She has displayed her dislike every now and then but it has contained of a comment or two or just glares and sneers. Dean had never done anything to make her hate him that much.

This was getting too much for her little brain.

The next class went without a hitch because Dean didn't come. She was disappointed and relieved at the same time and it just made her even more frustrated. Can't she have one feeling at a time? Was it so much to ask?

June seemed to be in better mood when Dean didn't arrive in the next period either or lunch. In fact, she was back to herself, chatting about the upcoming new series or something making Sara brush off her before thoughts. June was fine, she was just seeing things, useless things.

But that still didn't quiet down the voices in her head.

She had glanced around a hundred times, hoping and not too- to see him. It was as if every fiber of her body felt him, was aware that he was back- within reach. And as her body knew he was back, it wanted to be as close to him as possible. But there was the other part, the brutally hurt part which was getting smaller in size with every passing minute with Dean but it was still alive and it came to the surface every time he tried to get close. She remembers those sleepless nights, those nightmares- those frustrations and hopelessness. Not knowing whether he was alive or not, not knowing anything. Could she really forget that?

The lunch passed without a single sight of him. As June waved her goodbye to get to her next class, Sara walked unwillingly to her own. Her feet suddenly felt a heavy, she was dragging them in hopes of not collapsing. When did she sleep properly?

She had only reached halfway to the class but the silence around her told her that she will be late.

She did not see the arm which suddenly shot out from nowhere and pulled her in the darkened class. In her confusion, she heard the lock being turned and her brain panicked.

She was going to get raped by some creep and will never be able to walk down the alter as a virgin.

Not that it was the idea in the first place.

She was yet again engulfed by the heavy arm but this time the rough scent which surrounded her, felt familiar, too familiar. Like a flash of fast forward videos, the memories of the scent jolted through her brain. What was this guy doing to her?

She was turned around to face the creep and which blinking her eyes to adjust in her darkness, she caught a glimpse of Dean.

She was actually not surprised at all.

So she wasn't going to get raped.

But a creep caught her was true enough.

"What do you think you are doing?" She hissed, struggling to get out of his grip. Had this man no idea what such closeness does to her? She still hasn't gotten hold of herself since the last encounter.

"I haven't seen you for couple of hours now." The reply came so casually that she wanted to slap his face and would have if she could see it properly.

"Let me go." Sara managed another unsuccessful attempt to get free.

Bad decision.

The grip got stronger and she was pulled closer against his chest- the heat was suffocating. It felt like his body was on fire. She could feel his racing heart and it did wild things to her own. How can he look like this when his heart was racing like this?

She raised her head to look at his, as her eyes have adjusted better now- she saw his eyes, blank and shadowed staring back at her.

She felt her breath stuck in her throat.

"I have told you to stop looking at me like that, O' Brian. You are going to be the death of me someday." The hoarse voice made her gulp and she couldn't breathe at all.

"It doesn't have to be someday. Let me go and I will make it today with your own choice of weapon." She managed to voice out. She had meant to sound clear and stern but it came out in a squeak.

His large booming laugh echoed right through her heart. The sound, making its way to her memory like a tattoo- the heat from before rose in roar. She stared at him in surprise. God, he was a beautiful man. No wonder he was an asshole.

"Weapon of my choice, huh?" He suddenly smirked and she gulped again. Maybe she had said something wrong?

She wanted to look away from his heated eyes but she felt like her head was drilled into the place.

He leaned closer till she could breathe in his scent like air- and to her shock, ripped the band-aid and kissed the spot he had make his mark on yesterday. She felt a jolt right through her brain.

"If it's you, I don't care what it is." he said in a husky voice, his hot breath sent a shiver down her spine.

"Marking, torture, burning and then leaving you to bleed to death." She tried once again to take back the control she loses every time this man was around her.

He stared at her while smiling softly. This time there was nothing else but adoration in his eyes and she knew the earth had stopped spinning- time had frozen. A storm was raging inside her, where his expressions were calm for the first time- she was trying to escape this suffocation of emotions.

She suddenly realized that she should run, while she still had a chance. While she had not yet fallen for him, she should run and never look back because loving Dean was going to ruin her. He wasn't the type of man who let go. She could never match his pace and she was scared. What she felt every time he was near- she should escape before he messes her up for good. That's what he said last night but never would have believed it but now she did and it was frightening her.

He had probably seen the look in her eyes and had recognize it because that smile vanished like it was never there in the first place. He grabbed her from the back of her head and brought her even closer, putting his lip on hers softly. The touch nothing like his hands on her but the intensity of the flames was higher.

"You can run, hide. I will bring you back from death sweetheart." he whispered in a harsh breath against her lips.

And oh God, she believed him.