Crimson Kiss

6 Questions

The rest of the week was excruciatingly long. I really had no problem catching up, I was now on time with all of my assignments, so far, and the teachers seemed to be surprised when I said I would take the work. It was the socializing part for me. I had to plaster this fake smile on my face each time I was around any of Freya's friends. I liked them well enough, they were nice. I just didn't connect. I have had only one major freak out so far. In history. No one had noticed it but Ezra. He glanced at me, never saying a word, and this feeling of calm washed over me. Like waves crashing on the shore, drowning out the loud noises of the big city traffic. Did Ezra have magic? But that would be crazy, right? He was just a normal guy. There was nothing special about him. He was just a normal guy.

Only he wasn't.

There was something about him that made me wonder. And besides. It should be a crime to look like he did with his tall, leane body and blond hair. How did he not have a girlfriend?

It was the only question I had in mind for the past two weeks. I never saw him with anyone else but Amira, his sister. Ezra did well to avoid looking, talking or even better, being in the same room as me. One day, when we were sitting in history, I wondered about him again, wondering if perhaps his girlfriend went to another school. He had turned his head to me as if to say something and then stopped himself at the last minute, and just smiled, and returned to ignoring me. His eyes would go from sad and longing, to stone cold. The look made my heart pound in my chest, a feeling of fear. He would then return to his book, his body turned away from me. Once class was over, Ezra had physically pulled me to the side, his arm outstretched, bracing the wall behind him. He looked like he was in pain or something. His eyes were so full of... torment, in that moment. He shook his head at me.

"Ivy, we can't be friends. We can't be labpartners or study partners, so ask someone else!" he told me through gritted teeth. "Stay away from me."

I could not stop the hurt on my face and the ache in my chest caught me so off guard that I felt my jaw drop. I was speechless.

All I could do was nod my head. I had played it cool and now he had vanished again. I did not see him at lunch. I didn't even see Amira. I would have asked her where he was but I didn't want to come off as a crazy stalker girl. There was just something about Ezra I could not put my finger on. Every Time I saw him, I had an odd feeling of Deja vu, as if there was something missing, like something I should know.

Ever since my first day here at Pinewood, when I had seen him in the hallway by his locker. The way he had looked at me, his eyes seemed bottomless. The world had slowed down, the noise and commotion around me stopped. Ezra, however, was now avoiding me. He had not even bothered to show up for classes.

I tried to ask him if he had taken notes from the day before and he just ignored me and walked away. Penny and Freya laughed at him and told me to just ask someone else in class. And then, I tried to ask him about the homework assignment, and he just ignored me, and texted away on his phone. I told myself that my interest in him had to stop. He was rude and cold. And cute. And he smelled nice too. In truth, I didn't like the way he was acting. I hadn't done anything to him. And with it being Tuesdays, I knew he would be in class, before me, as always, however when I walked into the room to my History class, I felt my face fall when his seat was empty.

I walked to my seat, dropping my Hobo bag in his seat so no one got any ideas to come sit with me. Why couldn't I have all my classes with Freya and Penny? I was so lost in thought that I missed the attendance check, so when Mrs. Henson called my name obnoxiously loud, my head shot up, the students around me laughing at me.

"Mrs Pierce?" she demanded. "Are you hard of hearing today?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Sorry," I apologized and sat up a little straighter in my seat. Thankfully I had a free period next hour that I planned on using to find the library. Mrs. Henson started the class, lecturing us on the Cold War. I sighed and opened my book and notebook and started taking notes, trying to make the time go faster but Mrs. Henson was in a super teaching mood today. She would randomly stop reading and ask the class questions, giving them more then enough time to think of an answer. She would then go on to explain that, forgetting about the text she was copying on the chalkboard. Another student had to ask if she was done, because she had stopped mid sentence.