The Hunted

Chapter 6 part 2 ~ Elexis

"First up, you have to stop being so damn cute, it's distracting," I threw a chocolate at his chest. I started off by poking his arm, gosh he was muscly, I held back the urge to touch him, I needed to get serious, "why are we the only ones that get effected by the smell of our history room? What is the smell? I mean, no one else seems to care. Wait, what even is that disgusting smell caused by? Why and how do you handle it so well? I fiddled with the blue wrapper, "sorry, I'm just really confused, this never happened in Australia, well I never noticed unusual things and smells anyway."

He knew I was frustrated, confused and desperate for answers, "look Lexi," he lowered his voice, "let's go back to mine, school can wait, I need to talk to you about something, don't worry your fine everything will be ok."

Are freaking serious? I was furious, "Dylan, what's going on, why can't we talk here? Seriously Dyl, just tell me what's going on?" Fighting the urge to cry, I looked down at his feet, I wished this was all a daydream, like I could pinch myself and wake up in my king sized bed, but it simply wasn't. He put his hand over mine, that made it difficult for me too fiddle with the chocolate wrapper, although it comforted me I wasn't in the mood, I pushed his hand and stood up.

"Lexi, you'll understand soon, everything will make sense but right now you need to trust me, ok?" He stood up and took my pale face in his hands, I never realised how big they were, Jesus I thought, they actually nearly covered my cheeks and I had the chubbiest cheeks of all time, must have got them from my father, but I would never know for sure. I was distracting myself from reality, I could call my self a procrastination expert, in fact I have been in training ever since I could remember.

"Of course I trust you, just I don't know. Everything seems like a puzzle and right now I'm missing some crucial pieces that could make everything fit together," I kicked the loose dirt beneath my feet, "let's go, I swear though Dyl, we can't keep missing classes." He slid his hands down my arms, found my fingers and laced them with his own.