Chasing the tesseract

Chapter 10

"What was that about?" shouts Stephen once Christine is out of hearing distance. Jaw locked and eyes narrowed, Stephen stands a few feet from me. Rolling my eyes, I walk away from him and head for the library door. Pushing it open, I drop my book on the table near the door and make my way inside.

"I don't know what you mean." I shout over my shoulder as he races to catch up to me. Grabbing my wrist, he turns me to face him but I pull my hand from his grasp. My other hand grabs the knife from my pocket as I push him hard so that his back hits the wall. Before he can move, I place my left hand at the side of his face and lean against the wall, trapping him. My knife rises to his throat as I glare at him.

"Why were you so rude to Christine?" demands Stephen as he stares at me, unphased by my knife at his throat. His blue-green eyes meet my dark ones and his breath trembles. I guess this time, the roles are reversed. My eyes narrow as I look him up and down before putting away my knife.

"I just don't like her." I grunt as I hook my knife in my belt. Grabbing my waist, Stephen flips me over so that my back is against the wall and he is stood in front of me. Somehow, as I have turned, he's managed to pull my knife from my belt and now has it held at my throat. His right arm is near my head and his body is blocking me from moving.

"Why?" he hisses, his voice low. The knife in his hand trembles as I smirk. Reaching my hand up, I wrap my hand around his, pulling the knife from his grasp. His hands are cold as my skin touches his and it sends a shiver down my back. "You hardly know her." mumbles Stephen as he looks at my hand on his. Using his distraction to my advantage, I push him to my right so that once again, he is against the wall. My arms land either side of his head as our bodies crash. Our faces are closer than before as I look him in the eyes.

"I know that she's in love with you." I argue as the emotion leaves my face. A flicker of something crosses Stephens eyes as he looks at me but its gone too quickly for me to know exactly what. "I know that you two used to have a thing." I mumble, my voice shaking slightly as my breath brushes against Stephen's nose. My cheeks flush pink as he lifts his hand and pushes the piece of my hair that has fallen from behind my ear and onto his face out of the way. Looking down, I avoid eye contact as I swallow hard. A small chuckle escapes his lips causing my eyes to dart back up to his.

"Are you jealous? Is that what this is?" he teases as my eyes narrow and I look away from him. Me jealous? What do I have to be jealous of? It's not as though I want him to look at me like he looks at her. It's not like I want him to care for me as he does her. No. I hate him and want nothing more than than to drive my blade into his chest right now. And if it wasn't for me needing him then I would do. His face turns serious as he raises his hand, placing it under my chin and turning me to face him. My cool skin throbs against his warm hands as I look him in the eyes. I could do it you know. Drive the blade into his chest. I could easily find someone else to help me. 

So what's stopping me?

A loud bang comes from behind us as the door flies open. Quickly, I step away from Stephen as Thor and Loki walk inside the library. Looking away from each other, me and Stephen remain in awkward silence as they both walk across to us.

"We're here and we brought some help." declares Thor cheerily as he looks at me. Nodding but not looking up, I get lost in my thoughts and don't realise who enters. My gaze locks on the wall where me and Stephen stood moments before as I coninue to question why I couldn't drive my blade into his chest. I normally have no problem killing at all. So what's different now?

"Oh you've got to be kidding me." groans an unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar voice from a few feet away from me. Looking up, I see a male around the age of 50 and about 5 or 6ft tall stood next to Thor. His dark eyes stare at me as anger fills them. It's the man from when I rescued Loki. The one who refused to hand him over.