His Eyes

His Eyes Follow Me Everywhere (Edited)

His eyes were what I had noticed first about him. They caught my attention because they stalk me, they follow me everywhere. I feel them on me, watching me even when I was alone. His eyes are light brown in color; soft, warm and understanding. His soft eyes instead of warming me make me shudder. They make me feel like he knows; like he knows everything. And that feeling makes me loathe him.

He can never know. No one can ever know because only two people are privy to the details of that night; me and AJ. And none of us would open up about the events that occurred in the dark, cold night of 14 December 2011. But yet every time I glance back at him I can feel his eyes talking to me, telling me " I know", and it irks me.

He follows me around making me wonder why he does that. All the girls in my school have eyes for him but he seems to have eyes for only me. And this I do not like. I don't like the unwanted attention he is giving me. Although he is good at hiding it so that no one around us knows that he looks at me but his tactics fail when it comes to me. I can feel him and his eyes on me like I can feel the thick, cold air in the corridor of my school, where I am currently standing and shoving my books in the locker. And even with my back to him, I can feel his eyes on me while they make it difficult for me to breathe.

I pushed away from my locker and walked towards him, looking into his eyes boldly. His soft, brown eyes widened for a second and he quickly hid it, but I noticed it. I stopped once I was just a foot away from him and asked him:

"What?"

"What?" He asked in reply, irritating me to the extent that I itched to hit him. Men, I thought to myself.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" I spelt out my question to him slowly, pretending like I was asking a five year old why he stole the cookies from the cookie jar.

"It's a free country; I can look wherever I want to." He replied nonchalantly, dropping his shoulders in a careless shrug. Now I really want to slap him. Asshole, I cursed him in my mind.

"Excuse me?" I asked as I felt my anger rise.

"For?" He asked in reply making my fury spring to an unprecedented level so I turned away from before I did something I would regret later. After all, I have anger problems, now.

As I turned around, I felt a soft, warm hand grasp my wrist pulling me back. The first thought that entered my mind was how warm his hands were until I remembered who was pulling me back. Rage boiled inside me and I turned around and slapped him. His head turned to the side as I saw him flinch in pain.

"Leave me." I whisper yelled at him, trying to free my hand from his tight grasp.

He turned towards me and smiled a little. I gave him an incredulous look as my eyes swept across his handsome face noticing his cheek turning red. Am I really that strong, I asked myself as guilt seized my heart and I know regret flashed on my face. Just as my lips parted to apologize to him, he beat me to it.

"It's alright. I was being an ass anyway." He said confirming my thought that he could read my face just like everyone else could no matter how hard I tried to hide my feelings from flashing on my face. Sadly, I am like an open book so anyone can read me easily as my face effortlessly reveals my thoughts and feelings.

"Please let me go Ryan." I pleaded this time.

"I don't want to Sarah." He replied solemnly as his eyes bore into mine, making me feel like he can see into me, like he could see past my facade and like he can peer into my soul and heart.

"Why?" I asked though it was intended for me. Why does he not want to let go? Why is he interested in me? Why does he give a damn?

"Because I want to keep you for me, forever." He said and bent down kissing my forehead, making me freeze. His words didn't freeze me as much as his action did. And more than that the stirring in my heart froze me. The warmth that I felt, the tingles that I felt and the comfort that I felt when his lips pressed to my forehead paradoxically made me numb. And then the unprecedented happened, that which had not happened in a long time happened; I felt tears cloud my eyes. I automatically as a reflex action, clutched my eyes close to prevent them from seeping down my cheeks as I willed myself to overcome this useless emotion before Ryan noticed it . But I was being stupid, how would he not notice when he always has his eyes on me. Ans as if on cue, I could feel Ryan's eyes sweep across my face reading me and he loosened his hold on my hand. And that was my moment for escape. I turned around and ran, ran away from him and his soft, warm, understanding eyes and back into the depths of darkness into which I had plunged myself long ago.

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