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                                     (chapter 4 - field trip)


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I COULDN'T MOVE MY FEET as I stared at an equally drenched Ren. However, while I was covered in dirty water, he was covered in sprinkler water from the fire detectors he had just set off. I stood there stuck in my spot while I kept staring at him.


"I promise I won't do anything but you are really hurt, I just want to help. Think of this as a temporary field trip." He said


I slowly nodded as I reluctantly opened the car door. As I slid into the seat next to him I felt my wet skirt stick to the nice leather. I couldn't help but cringe at the thought of the nice seats getting dirtied and the uncomfortable feeling of wet clothes. Ren turned his head to look at me while I kept shifting in my seat before reaching behind him and pulling out a sweater. 


He then held it out towards me. I looked back at him with a hesitant expression before he sighed and unzipped it placing it around my shoulders. I couldn't help but widen my eyes and our close proximity as he placed the sweater on me. I expected him to move back towards his side of the car but he never did. He kept his face in front of me as he looked me in the eyes. 


The moving car then hit a speed bump and Ren jolted forwards. He placed one of his hands on the side of the door and the other by my hip to avoid crashing into me. We were now closer than before as his eyes wandered around my face. They eventually settled on the dark bruise sitting on my cheek. He lifted one of his hands and slowly traced the outline of the bruise with the tip of his finger. He tilted his head to the side as he continued to examine it underneath the dark lighting of the car. It was now nighttime as the entire school day had passed us by in a blink of an eye. 


He slowly moved the tip of his finger down my cheek tracing the outline of my jaw. His finger didn't hold any pressure as it felt as light as a feather on my face. He seemed to be lost in thought as he brought his finger back up towards my lips. He traced the outline of my lips before moving them back down and resting them underneath my chin.

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