Chapter 47
Touch Me While I Taste You
Arabella Rivera You need her Haiden.
After that last sentence, everything just became, silent. It was heavy and reeked o fawkwardness. The pressure was so weighty that I inched closer to the door to somehow escape from here. Only to be stopped by Mr. Boydâs words.
âIâll leave you two to talk about it. I need t o be somewhere-â Mr. Boyd stops, lifts his hand to look down at the silver watch wrapped around the bone of his hairy wrist.
Wait he was going to leave us here alone?
Scratch that.
He was going to leave me all alone with a brooding and vexed Haiden?
âIn exactly eight minutes.â His quick fingers worked to place the last of his things in his briefcase.
I squint my eyes on the black briefcase as Mr. Boyd took a hold of it and began walking. Can I fit inside that tiny thing? I Alking. Can I fit inside that tiny thing? I wish heâd pack me inside too, therefore I wouldnât have to face Haiden all alone.
Before he disappears out of the door, he whirls around to pin Haiden with a heavy stare. âIf you want a future, I think you know what to do.â With those last words, Mr. Boyd left us in a strained stuffy silence I tighten my grasp on my bag, my lips pressing together with every second that ticked by. It was only us in the room and I was pretty sure in the entire school, excluding the security. It couldnât get more awkward than that.
I lift my eyes to Haiden. He wasnât looking. His eyes were burning holes through the dirty floor, teeth gritted in frustration. He wasnât going to be the first one to speak. Heâd leave it to me so h e can make a mockery out of my words.
Except, he shocked me by lifting his gazet o mine, connecting them so sharply that I sucked in a quick breath.â I donât need your help.â His tone was twisted with aggression but I could descry the vulnerable sound of uncertainty.
The black hoodie he decided to wear today made him look even more intimidating than his aura. I suppose he tried to lessen the attention on his bruises but they only stood out like a sour thumb, clashing with the black material.
The brown of his eyes shaded darker until it exposed his frustrations, âI donât need anyone. I can do shit on my own.â
I had no doubt he could. But the thickness of vulnerability was too heavy to ignore. H e needed my help but his ego wasnât going to let him.
Brown eyes that were supposed to be warm and show off their beauty, nailed m e with a look of anger.â So how about you get your perfect act on and tell Mr. Boyd you will not be able to tutor me? I know youâre so busy and all.â
âWhat Iâm surprised by is the fact that you even agreed to it.â Frustration emanated off of him like waves of a roaring ocean when a storm is about to hit. If I had not gotten used to being treated as a pest, I would have definitely -backed down.
Being treated like one my entire life made me grow a thicker skin. Now words hurt me but they donât dent my armor. They donât show my vulnerability. They donât show how weak I truly am. They donât unveil how deeply Haiden can get to me.
So I straightened my spine, slacken my tense jaw and burned him with a stare of fury. If he can be mad so can I.â You really think the world revolves around you? News flash. It doesnât. What makes you think I agreed to tutor you out of all people? I didnât even know who Iâd be tutoring until a few minutes ago. If Iâd known that Iâd be tutoring an asshole, then I wouldnât have agreed and wasted m y time.â
His eyes stung a hole in my head as he adjusted his bag strap on his shoulder then gestured to the door.â Since weâre both on the same mindset, you can just leave. Donât want to waste any more of your precious time princess.â He mocked the word princess. So different from how he said it to me days ago.
What changed? Why was he treating mes o badly likeâ¦..
Like what Arabella? Did you really think heâd treat you any different than the others? A few conversations here and there wouldnât have put you in the friendzone. The better part of my mind pulled me right back on track only for me to stumble back But what if I donât want to be in the friendzoneâ?
Then what do you want to be in Arabella?
My fist clenched at my sides as I sort for a n answer to my own question.
I donât know.
My answer was like a blank canvas, waiting to be painted. I could choose the colors. I could choose the bright ones, the ones that put you in a good mood, the ones that look, perfect.
My eyes leave Haidenâs stormy ones and settle on his dark clothing, What if I wanted to paint it black? What if I didnât want perfect?
Then youâll only be painting a dark hole, âendless and depressing.
My eyes lift back to his eyes. Behind the anger and frustration, I could see something else. Something that made me realize that I wasnât the main focus of his anger. He wasnât angry at me, not really He was angry at himself.
In that dark hole, there will always have a tiny spot uncovered. And thatâs where youâll find the little spark of light.
My conscience grows quiet after my last thought Suddenly the room darkens. We both look out the window, seeing how the grey clouds hang over the entire town. The rumble of thunder came next, a loud warning that an actual storm was approaching and not the one standing a few feet away from me.
I turn to Haiden and sighed. âFine. You donât need my help, you can do your shito n your own. At least thatâs what you say. Iâm not going to stand here and tell you why you should accept help Haiden. Itâs your future and not mine.â
Honestly, I didnât think of what would happen if I did actually help Haiden.
ppen if I did actually help Haiden. Everyone warned me to stay away from him. Tutoring him was going to make the entire female population come at me with pitchforks and lit torches. Not only that, Gwen and mother wouldnât be too happy.
But Haiden reminds me of, me.
And within the depths of his eyes, I could tell that he wanted to graduate. He wanted to escape this town, just as I.
I shook my head when he doesnât respond. I sighed and made my way to the door. But before walking out, I turn to him.â You donât always have to act like a n asshole you know.â With those last parting words, I walked away.
I could hear the howling of the wind as it sang in the air. The rolling of thunder shook the walls of the school and the heavy rain nearly overpowered it. When I stepped out of the school, I clenched my eyes and murmured a curse after realizing I didnât bring an umbrella.
I looked at the rain pouring down the roof of the school and puffed out a sigh. âShit. âI rested my back on the wall far away from the pouring rain, not wanting to get the pouring rain, not wanting to get drenched.
Donât get me wrong, I love the sound of rain. Just not when I have no protection against it or have any sort of transportation. And judging by the heavy pouring, I feared Iâd be stuck here for hours.
I couldnât exactly call Gwen seeing as sheâs babysitting, neither can I call father, heâd probably make up an excuse. And mother? Well, sheâd probably say she canât drive with her freshly manicured nails.
I donât know how long I stood there staring at the rain but the next thing I heard was the schoolâs entrance door closing beside me. I know it was Haiden, that damn penetrating stare couldnât go unnoticed.
Was it bad that I wished it was the security and held only just come to hand me an umbrella?
âLetâs go.â He finally murmur after a couple of seconds staring at me.