GYM BUILDING

SWIMMING POOL

Elise POV

My wide-open eyes lock onto his misty grey ones. Our gaze is unbroken.

My lips are still pressed against his. The softness of his lips welcomed mine, a hint of mint in his breath. All my senses went into overdrive, feeling every part of him that was in contact with my skin. From our lips to the skin touching my nose, to my hands holding unto him for support. His warm skin heavily contrasted the cold emitted from my body, my emotions in shambles.

Neither of us makes an effort to pull away, and it feels like an eternity in the moment.

“Aren’t you going to move your lips?”

Trent’s breathy words reach me, his hot breath brushing against my lips. I pull away quickly, my face burning with embarrassment. My eyes dart away, avoiding his intense gaze. My fingers unconsciously reach up to my lips, where the ghost of his touch still lingers. I can still feel his narrowed grey eyes, locked onto me without any intention of breaking away. He runs a hand through his white hair, a hint of uncertainty crossing his features.

Trent lets out a sigh, “Stupid, might as well do it properly”

His voice drops to a whisper, and it’s almost as if he’s trying to convince himself of his choice.

Without warning, he pulls me closer by the waist, pressing his hard chest against mine. My neck tilts upwards to meet his gaze, his thumb grazing my cheek. His eyes roam my face before settling on my parted lips, filled with desire. Hesitation was clear on his face, his eyes held internal conflict concerning his actions.

I struggle to hold my breath; he’s so close that I can see the grey streaks in his irises. My heart races, its pounding echoing in my ears. Composure seems impossible this close to him.

Instinctively, my tongue wets my lips, and his eyes search mine for any sign of resistance. Finding none, he leans in, capturing my lips once more.

Soft, warm, careful.

I hold my breath for a moment, a whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. What am I doing? Why is Trent kissing me? Why do I want to kiss him back so badly?

I push those thoughts aside, focusing on the person who holds me in his arms. My skin tingles with excitement, and his lips move slowly against mine. I melt into the kiss, and the once-comfortable hands pressed flat against his chest now run up to the curve of his neck, wrapping my arms around him. His palm moves to the side of my neck, deepening the kiss.

Everything feels gentle and perfect. None of my times with Samuel could compare to this. The pressure of his hands on my waist burns through me, and my knees threaten to give way. I press myself closer, yearning for more.

Closer, More.

He senses my growing desire and pulls away. We both breathe heavily in the silent room, our bodies radiating heat. My arms fall from around his neck to rest back on his chest.

“I... uh... that was... hmm...” I breathe out incoherently.

He looks back at me, and silence hangs between us. His arms leave my waist to slip into his pockets, and he takes a step back. His mask came back on, his guard raised.

“Use your words, Elise. We kissed. You liked it, didn’t you?” he utters, more as a statement than a question. A cocky grin tells me he’s toying with me. We’ve just shared an intimate moment, and now he’s testing my patience.

Folding my arms across my chest, I scoff, “You call that a kiss? I mean, I shouldn’t have expected much from you, anyway.”

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Trent spots a knowing grin. He remains nonchalant, observing me with untroubled eyes, a smirk forming on his lips. “Oh! Is that true now? I guess that moan must have come from somewhere else, then. I think I also remember a certain someone, pulling herself closer to—”

I cut him off abruptly, “Fine! I liked it. Now shut up before I shut you up.”

Leaning in closer, he whispers into my ear, “I’ll talk all day if those lips get to shut me up.”

My jaw drops in surprise. The audacity of this man! I can’t deny it stirs something in me, but I push that thought aside.

“It’s lunchtime. I’m leaving... Ice Princess”

He strides out of the room.

“Trent! Ugh! This is not over! You will feel the icy wrath of Elise Redfox!”

I scream after him, determined not to let him get the upper hand. Whatever game this is, I’m going to play it and win.

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DINING HALL AREA

TOME’S POV

I scan the cafeteria, trying to locate his copper waves amidst the crowd. After a few glances, I finally spot him seated with the rest of the class, engaged in casual conversation with Awesome. I hesitate, not wanting to disrupt their interaction, but this is important. As Elise advised, I need to talk to him about how I feel. Summoning courage, I make my way to their table.

“Tome, you’re here. We were looking for you earlier. You left the class in a rush.” Awesome observes, his curiosity piqued. He understands something is amiss from my silence and my focus on Sanya.

“I need to go meet Fancy for stuff. You guys settle whatever this is”

Awesome tells Sanya as he pats her shoulder and walks away. After a moment of sitting in silence, Sanya gets up and gestures for me to follow him to a quieter spot.

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FIRE EXIT STAIRWAY,

CLASSROOM 5 BUILDING

Sanya rubs his hands together and sighs as we reach a secluded area.

“So, what’s up? You look tense. Is everything okay? Okay, that’s a stupid question. Everything doesn’t look okay to me.”

I purse my lips, contemplating where to start and what to say. Seeing my distressed state, Sanya takes my hands in his.

“I’m sorry” I murmur, tears welling up in my eyes. The events of the past days replay in my mind, from Sarah discovering us making out to our public altercation in front of the entire school. I wish none of this had happened.

“Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything”

“I did! I did everything! This is all my fault. If I hadn’t kissed you that night, you wouldn’t be associated with someone like me. I’m a disappointment, an anomaly. I’ve tarnished your reputation and caused you pain. Because of me, everyone looks at you differently, and Sarah hates you. It’s all my fault,” I confess, my voice breaking.

I take a shaky breath, tears streaming down my cheeks. Every word weighs me down emotionally, and I feel a physical ache in my chest. Sanya’s eyes closed for a brief second before he pried them open. They glossed over with sadness.

“It’s not your fault, Tome. Look at me! It is not your fault. I made this decision. If anyone should be blamed, it is me, not you. Sarah would just have to deal with it, whether she likes it or not.”

My eyes moisten with tears, and Sanya’s grip on my hands tightens. His pained expression reveals how he can’t stand to see me cry. I look like a mess from crying.

“Hey hey, it’s okay. You are perfect. You are not a disappointment. No one hates you, or us. They are happy for us, you know? Now, stop crying for me”

His hands wipe away my tears, a small smile on his face. His eyes showed that he meant every word he said. While I was basking in the show of care, Elise’s words came back to mind. I needed to talk to him about our status.

“Hmm... Can I ask you the same thing else?”

“Sure, anything.”

I might as well just say it out.

Shutting my eyes, I blurted out,

“I like you!... more than just friends”

The last words came out as a whisper. After a second of silence, I opened my eyes to look at him. An emotion I couldn’t make out flashed across his face briefly. Fresh tears fall down my cheeks. Feeling crushed, I try to walk away from him.

“I’m sorry. I should go.”

His hands stop me in my tracks, “Wait! I- I like you too, more than just friends.”

I searched his face frantically, hoping not to catch a lie. Instead, his honey-brown eyes glossed with happiness. My heart was giddy when Sanya looked at me with a shy smile. I struggled with the fact that my feelings were reciprocated. It seemed like a dream.

I grab the back of his neck and pull him into a rough kiss. Although taken aback suddenly, he quickly fell into a rhythm. His two palms cupped my neck, pulling me closer. Our lips fought for dominance until I let him win. The feel of his warmth engulfing me in a possessive lock. The need to pull him closer and closer clouds my senses.

He pulls away from me, his fingers raking the hair at the base of my head. The movement of our chests synchronized, our heavy breathing echoing in the room. His lips attack my neck, pulling ungodly noises out of me. He knows how sensitive my neck is as he sucks and bites it. He breaks the tension again with his cutting words.

“Now, tell me, Baby boy, what do you want me to do with you?”

He smiles while my face is saddened.

“And use your word, clearly.”

I wanted him now.

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