You don't even want me

37.

[Camille]

"How does it feel to be the youngest of us all?" Tim asked me and I chuckled, rolling my eyes at my friend in next to me as he admired the sight of me smiling at him and laughed himself.

All of my friends had already turned 16 and I was still 15; but that would change in 3 days.

Tim was standing next to me on the playground, James on my other side and leaning against the wall of the large building behind us.

His long fingers suddenly touched my elbow, careful and gentle and they soon started tracing random paterns on top of my jacket. Even though I was wearing a few layers, it was like I could feel his touch directly on my skin, creating sparks everywhere they went.

I felt my breathing calm down and my chest started to rise and fall at a steady pace; it was surprising how quickly and easily James could calm me down: he just had to touch me in the right place and time and I'd be completely defenceless.

Tim noticed James's hand on my arm and the effect it had on me and my body, and he made eye contact with me for a couple of seconds before the bell rang and we were both snapped out of our thoughts.

We all said goodbye and started to go our seperate ways, me and James walking together, as always.

I wondered what Tim was thinking when he'd seen James touching me like that. Friends didn't do that, so maybe he realised that there was something more between me and James. To be honest, I wouldn't mind as it had been going on long enough.

But 2 days ago, Jasmine had warned me for James. She'd told me to stay away from him a little and it confused me.

She'd been obsessed with him herself at the beginning of the school year, so it didn't make any sense to me at all. Why did she suddenly want me to keep my distance?

Maybe it was jealousy. But if it was, it wouldn't make sense either as she'd been spending a lot of time with Max and she seemed to be really into him at the moment.

I couldn't figure it out and walked through the hallways with a big frown on my face.

James must've noticed, because he tilted his head closer to mine while walking. "What's wrong?" he whispered and I felt shivers run down my spine by hearing his voice so close to my ear.

I pressed my lips together and shook my head. "Nothing" I assured him and he stared at me for a few seconds before dropping the subject.

We reached the classroom and entered it, sitting down at our usual spots in the back of the room as all the students from our class were slowly entering the room.

The teacher walked in and waited for a few minutes until everyone was present, even starting her lesson enthusiastically.

I didn't really pay much attention and was distracted by James's foot touching the side of mine, running along the whole length of mine with his tip, making my whole world spin and the butterflies in my stomach go wild.

I sent him a little side-glance but he just stared in front of him like always, like he wasn't doing anything to me at all.

The bell rang and ended the third lesson of that day and the fourth- and last, as it was Wednesday- started soon and before I realised it, it was over as well. Everyone gathered their stuff and put them in their backpacks. I put my brown one on my desk and closed the zipper before putting it on my back and putting my chair on the table.

Me and James walked out of the room together and he waited for me when I tried to put on my jacket, but I was pushed forward by someone in the crowd of students making their way through the hallway in a rush, trying to get out of the building. Something hit my back and a broken sound left my lips as I flew forward, my cheek hitting James' chest harshly as I was being pushed against him.