Suppressed

Part 3: Suspicion

What was she thinking?

Why would she do this?

His fingers clenched the pencil in his hand tightly, while he tried to focus on the teacher's voice but it kept being suffocated by his thoughts of the girl sitting only a few feet beside him.

With his head pointing straight, he reluctantly looked at her from the corner of his eyes. Her chin was set in the palm of her hand and she wore a bored expression.

His heart skipped a beat and the memory of her doing that exact posture at the bond-fire two months ago returned to his conscience. He noticed then, how much she didn't change anything about her appearance.

Her black, kinky hair was pulled back into her signature high puff, but she seemed to intentionally leave a few tendrils loose at her hairline and they framed her round face in a baby-like way. Her dark brown eyes remained pointed forward, and her cheeks squished upwards slightly while she inclined against her palm. Her skin was radiantly brown, but he couldn't determine if it glowed with caramel or more of a light chocolate brown tint. Either way, it didn't matter.

He especially loved watching her in the sun. Her skin always seemed to become one with the rays, and she glowed so beautifully, he almost felt unworthy of her.

Unworthy.

The word stung, and he swallowed thickly, ripping his eyes away from her. That's right. He was unworthy of her. His pencil snapped in his hand, mimicking the state of his heart and the sound alerted the classmates sitting the closest to him.

Lee cringed and shoved it under his textbook quickly, then dropped his head low with a silent prayer on his tongue for the duration of the homeroom session.

When the session ended, his relief was cut short, when noticed the source of his frustration wasn't moving from her seat. After all, they had unfinished business.

Ignore her, Lee.

"I can already see Lee rolling his eyes about history class right now," Ashleigh said teasingly to Eric while standing from her seat and glancing behind at Lee.

Turning around, she paused noticing that he was slowly looking towards Amena Gordon. Amena, wore an expectant expression as if she was silently asking Lee for something and Ashleigh frowned.

"Uh, Lee?"

"Huh?" His brown orbs snapped away and met hers and she forced a smile.

"Are you coming?...we have History class together."

"Oh right-"

"I'll walk him there," Amena said firmly, her eyes never leaving Lee's face.

Eric's brows rose in surprise and he sat on top of his desk with curiosity. "When since you two became best buds?" Eric asked. He wiggled his dark brows at Lee suggestively and Ashleigh's frown deepened.

Lee cringed. "Guys, please," he begged.

Eric lifted his hands in surrender, noting his look of desperation, and grabbed onto Ashleigh's hand. "Alright we're going, we're going," he threw him a secret wink.

Ashleigh reluctantly allowed him to pull her out of the classroom and Lee sighed but without relief. All he felt was tension and he began to scramble his unbroken stationery into his bag. "Is that what you wanted?"

His coldness annoyed her. "I get the impression that you'd rather speak with everyone besides me."

It's the opposite honestly. He swallowed thickly.