Forever In My Dreams (On Hold)

Chapter 3

(Miranda's POV continued)

I froze.

HOLY FREAKING MOTHER OF GOD.

I have to be dreaming. Like seriously, how would this make sense otherwise?

“Uh....” I couldn’t even form a proper sentence. I watched him as he watched me. His eyes were still smoldering, and I couldn’t help but stare into them. I got lost in them, actually. I had to forcibly snap my attention back to the matter at hand.

Which was, what the hell is going on?

After the shock, came the anger. This can’t even be HAPPENING right now. This is bullshit. I grabbed my discarded lunch and backpack from the floor, and stomped off towards to library.

I wanted to scream when I felt his hand grip mine.

“Let go.” My voice was quiet, but he must have heard the underlying steel in it because he let go.

“Just....just talk to me,” I started walking away. “Jade,” I walked faster. “Jade, please?”

I spun around. I was beyond pissed now. “WHAT?” he just stared at me.

“I need time.” I murmured, right before I spun around and FINALLY (praise the lord) made it to the library.

~

That night, I dreamed. I dreamed about him.

It was all so vivid, it seemed real. I had no idea where we were, or what we were doing. There was only him. Again, there were flames... I guess it made sense though. I felt such warmth, such heat when he was near.

Could fire represent passion? Perhaps the passion that burned through me when his eyes met mine? I had no idea..

That sounded too cheesy for my liking, anyway.

I watched as he slowly approached me, his eyes never leaving mine. He came so close, our bodies brushing. I saw his eyes visibly darken, and I felt a pull somewhere down inside me.

It scared me. I felt as if I would never want, or need, anyone like I did him.

Even in my dream, I felt his hot breath fan across my face as he spoke.

Wake up.

I bolted upright, gasping for air. I felt as if I was chocking on the smoke that should’ve been present from in the flames surrounding him in my dream. I rubbed my eyes, and looked around my room. I felt as though something should be different, but everything was in its place. I got up to pace my room.

After a few minutes of wearing down a perfectly straight line into my carpet, I threw open the french doors that led to my balcony.

On nights such as this one, the moonlit balcony comforted me. I took in full, deep breaths as I tried to clear my mind of everything.

Specifically Dessen. I looked down at my hands, my knuckles were bone white. I loosened my grip on the railing and looked out into the trees that rose up behind my backyard. I tensed up as a shiver raced down my spine... something, or someone, was watching me. I scanned the trees, as if I could actually see in the darkness, and tried to assure myself that I was just crazy or something.

I was half-way to believing it was true, when I heard rustling of leaves. After a few seconds the sensation of being watching was gone. I was more shaken up then I cared to admit so I quickly went back to my room, making sure the doors were securely locked, and got back into bed.

I prayed for a dreamless sleep.

~ 

The next day at school was hell. Though on the bright side, I did a good job of avoiding Dessen.

Until lunch, that is.

When I made it too the library, there he was. Sitting at my usual table, flipping through a boring looking outdoors magazine. He hadn’t looked up yet, so I changed directions and headed to the opposite side of the library... as far away from him as I could get.

Thank God the school had such a big one.

I was so caught up in my thoughts, I jolted when someone gently grabbed my arm.

“Avoiding people isn’t polite, Jade.” He whispered softly. His voice seeped into my skin and warmed my body. I quickly berated myself, DON’T LET HIM GET TO YOU.

“It is considering what I would do if I didn’t avoid you.” I said, coolly. Amusement shone in his eyes.

“Oh? And what would you do exactly.... Miranda?” my named slipped off his tongue, like silk  would against skin.

“I would.....” I swallowed, and looked him square in the eye. “I would slap that amused smirk off your face, and then make you explain what the hell’s going on.”

He looked taken aback for a few seconds, but then chuckled slightly.

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” He murmured, playing with the tips of my hair.

I felt the blush heat my cheeks. I quickly stepped back, and out of his reach. Safer that way.

I turned to walk away, but he grabbed my hand. I let out a frustrated breath.

“Why are you ALWAYS touching me?” I asked as I spun around to face him. His eyes darkened, just like in my dream. He slowly ran his hands up my arm, I gasped. The electric currents running between us were almost unbearable.

His hand roamed over my shoulder until it settled on my neck. I felt his thumb lazily caress my jaw. As slowly as he did, I gently skimmed my fingers up his arm until I was holding his wrist.

I felt a surge of triumph when I felt his unsteady pulse under my palm.   

He leaned forward, only centimeters from my ear and whispered “Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy this just as much as I do, Miranda.”

I stared into his eyes, watching as the color slowly faded from black back to stormy gray.