"Why are you mad?" My question came out in parts, heavy almost, as I worked on slowing my heart rate, which seem to have sky rocketed after whatever that was that we just did.
With heated eyes his hands pressed me closer to him "Mad about how I sho...
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The door to the cafeteria came to a close and I glared up at Toby. He had his back to the door and I finally take notice of how his hair is in a tangled mess on his head.
He shook his wrist out from my grip, returning the glare. "What?" He said.
I continued to stare, my eyes travelling the spot where his earlobe meet the back of his jaw. Red marks, clearly made from fingers.
Instinctively I reached out to touch it but he caught my fingers in his before I could. His touch was warm and I watched his pupils grow as his green eyes stared back into mine.
My eyes flitted across to the imprints on the side of his face.
He had been with a girl before he started this drama. He's one of the most popular guys at school of course some girls been all over him. I didn't know how to feel. "Who were you just with?"
"What?" Confusion crossed Toby's face.
"You were-" Never-mind. Shaking my head, this was not the time to bring up one of his girl sessions.
I forced myself to remember why I dragged him out. I tore my fingers away from his and took a step back to create space.
"Your acting like an over protective brother," I told him, referring to his act in the cafeteria.
At my use of words his eyes narrowed and I swear I saw him flinch at my use of the word 'brother'.
"Over protective?" He scrunched up his nose like there was something settling in the air. "I'm looking out for you."
He can't just spend his time making out with some girl and then jump in whenever he likes to tell me what and what not to do.
"I don't need to be looked after," I replied frustrated.
His gaze travelled down to my chest where my heart sat beneath the beige T-shirt I was wearing. I knew what he was looking at, my heart. My messed up, fragile and ill heart.
To everyone I'm just a dying girl, and we're all brought up on the fact that the sick need to be looked after. But I thought my friends would see past that.
Toby however, does not.
The fact he thought he could get away with all this because he could use my CHD as an excuse made the blood in my veins boil. He's not respecting what I want, only what he wants. If I lived a normal healthy life I beg that he would be right there beside me doing all the same risks and enjoying it.
"God can't you see?" I folded my arms across my chest, covering the view of my heart. "This is what I'm talking about Toby."
His brows knit together like he doesn't understand what I'm saying.
"You're not saying it, but we both know you don't see past my illness and I'm trying to be everything but my illness and not only are you keeping me from experiencing but you were about to ruin it for me!"
