Benedict sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. He could almost still feel the warmth of his loves hand in his and almost still see her gorgeous face in front of his. Her freckles that decorated her face that he had counted up to be four hundred and fifty small little dots, her emerald eyes that seemed to sparkle and shine in any light that struck them and her eyelashes flutter when she gazed at him, her adorable button nose that scrunched up when she would read and get confused with some of the English word's, and her glorious pink lips that seemed so hard to resist to kiss. She was utterly irresistible. He groaned.
"Is there something the matter, Mr Cullen?"
"Huh," Benedict seemed to finally come to grips with reality once again. He gazed in front of him to see Mr Hernandez - the Spanish teacher - sending him a startling glare, to which Benedict responded with one of his own, not being happy about his ruined thoughts about his beloved. "Of course not, sir," he grit out through his teeth.
"Good, as I was saying -" Mr Hernandez continued on with his teaching of the Spanish language while Benedict continued to glare daggers at the old man while grating his pearly white teeth together out of annoyance.
He could hear the snickering of his adopted sister Alice next to him and a few other students but he took no notice as his once very violent train of thought came to an end once his gaze landed on the very red head his thoughts were enamoured with moments ago. A wide smile spread across his face when she turned around to look at him. She sent him a sweet smile before returning to her learning, yet what she didn't notice was the lovesick look that he sent her way and how he continued to stare at her like that for the rest of the obnoxious class.
That was until the loud school bell rang signaling the end of class, Benedict immediately shot out of his seat and aimed straight for Amélie, only then noticing how her pencil when fleeing from her and instead he went after it for her. Picking it up before making his way back to her and handing it to her with a lovesick smile resting on his face. When taking the pencil from his hand, her fingers brushed over his delicately, making him almost go mad. The glorious tingles that travelled throughout his body when she did was maddening.
"Merci Benedict...(Thank you, Benedict...)" She spoke softly as she packed away the rest of her school equipment inside her schoolbag. Benedict felt shivers rolling down his spine at the sound of his name rolling off of her tongue.
"Tout pour toi Amélie (Anything for you Amélie)" Benedict noticed how her cheeks turned a pale pink. His smile - that hasn't been wiped off since he saw her this morning - seemed to grow even more. Just as he was about to open his mouth to continue the conversation, his adopted sister Alice joined them.
"Hi! I'm Alice! Benedict's sister! It's so nice to finally meet you! I know we are going to be great friends!" Alice then pulled her into a big hug. Benedict noticed how Amélie seemed to melt into Alice's hug, and his eyes softened at how well she was getting on with his siblings.
When they pulled away from each other Amélie held another large smile. "It is so nice to meet you, Alice! I would be delighted to be friends with you. "
Alice squealed with delight and pulled Amélie into another hug. The trio seemed to laugh at that. When Alice pulled away from Amélie once more, instead of letting her fully go, she linked arms with her and started skipping out of the empty Spanish classroom. Benedict shook his head at his sisters bubbly actions, and instead of following straight away, he picked up Amélie's school bag, and only then did he follow his sister and his beloved.
It was easy to catch up to the two short females as it only took him a few strides. The two girls were almost the exact same , that being around five foot three and so Benedict towered over both of them standing at a solid six foot. This made Benedict bite his lip. The size difference between himself and Amélie was to him definitely a good difference. It didn't take long for the chatting trio to exit the school only to see barely anyone was left in the school parking area.
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Lacuna ¹
FanfictionLacuna (n) a blank space, a missing part. For 9 centuries, he has been looking for his love, his darling, his one and only, his mate. Everyone around him seemed to have found their beloved except for him. It pained him to no end, to see the people h...