Love Syndrome - Rewritten

19

Brick's P.O.V

The last thing I wanted was the person who clouded my thoughts to fill my vision too. 

But the universe has never been on my side. 

Day had gotten out of his car and calmly made his way to our group with Night. 

I was standing next to Gear and Four, who both looked at me, but I couldn't focus on them. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. 

He looked right back at me. 

His gaze set me on fire as I felt my heart thunder. 

I also decidedly ignored the people who were blatantly staring, probably trying to see if Day and I being together was true or just a rumor. 

Day acted like nothing happened and he casually stood by, adding to the conversation here and there, while repeatedly looking over at me. 

I, on the other hand, couldn't even open my mouth and even if I could, my brain was producing no thoughts, so I would have had nothing to say. 

He looks so good. 

His hair was set perfectly in place, his face looked bright, and his black button up that was tucked into beige colored trousers, only added to my blush. 

Where was he going that he actually tried to look presentable - not that when he didn't try he didn't look hot as fuck, but that's beside the point. 

"Brick...Brick? Are you okay?" Malee asked me softly, her deep brown eyes filled with concern. 

"Uh, yeah. I'm okay...I'll be right back, I need to go to the bathroom." I replied, trying to give the most reassuring smile possible. 

But...she didn't believe me. Her gaze narrowed on me in suspicion but all she said, slowly and with caution, was, "Don't be late for class, okay?." 

Deciding that it was now or never before I get sucked back into my trance from earlier, I quickly nodded then left the group, luckily without anyone else noticing. 

When I got to the toilets, I made sure no one was in there before taking in deep breaths, trying to calm myself. 

Except, I wasn't left alone for long. 

I heard his foot steps before I saw him. 

Day turned the corner and as I moved to leave, he grabbed my wrist gently. 

"Wait. Please." Day pleading...now that was something I didn't think I would ever hear. 

His sudden change in demeanor and apparent guilt had a death grip on my heart. 

I turned my head slowly to look him in the eyes. 

"What?" I asked, attempting to be venomous but my voice just sounded exhausted. 

I had been having trouble sleeping and the loneliness only worsened after I had rejected and ghosted P'Pete. 

And the potentially real reason for my rejection...was standing right there next to me. 

His eyes softened as he took in my face properly and it was only then that I realized how close we were standing. 

I tried to step away but he held on. 

"Please, can we just forget about it? It was so good those first few days, why don't we go back to that?" 

His question caught me off guard. 

Was I secretly hoping he would ask me to come back? Hoping that he would say he doesn't regret meeting me? Is that why I didn't feel anything for P'Pete?

"Plus, you're still meant to be my assistant, you know. So, technically, you haven't even started working." He said, clearly trying to lighten the mood. 

And it worked. 

I let it fucking work. 

A soft smile formed on my face and my eyes brightened. 

"What do you say?" He asked, clearly wanting an answer right away. 

I looked over his face, as I tried to think things through...but if I'm being honest, there were no thoughts.

I had also realized that my earlier statement of him being fine...was wrong. 

There were slight circles forming under his eyes, he looked slightly thinner than before, and his fists were bruised. 

Okay, call me self-absorbed, but what else could have happened in the last week that caused him to look like this? 

As I searched his face, my gaze landed on his lips. 

God, they look so soft. 

I hadn't realized I'd been in a trance again while staring at his lips like a crazy person. 

Day, however, took it as my agreement. 

He pulled me so that I was directly in front of him now and he held me close, one hand on my hips, the other one that was holding my wrist moved up to cup my face. 

He leaned in and I let him. 

His scent entered my senses and I felt...at peace. 

Like I was whole again. 

It soothed me and comforted me, despite how scary he could become. 

I felt his soft, plump lips against my own and my body immediately melted into it. 

He pulled me even closer and deepened the kiss, hands wrapping around my body tighter. 

But before it could go past anything PG-13, we heard foot steps approaching. 

That seemed to snap me out of it and I pushed him away from me, hard. 

His back collided with the wall behind him, but he had a smirk on his face. 

"Please unblock my number." Was all he said, before he turned around and walked away, leaving me frozen in place until two guys entered the toilet, causing me to hurriedly rush past them. 

My brain had conveniently forgotten all about the reason why we ended as he kissed me.

Maybe it was a one off thing? I reassured my self. 

But he never apologized.

He would never do something like that again, knowing that I was serious about ending things when he did before, right? 

Yeah. 

You're so stupid. No wonder everyone uses you. 

I tried to push the voice away and forced myself to only think about how excited I was to be able to hold him again, talk to him again, and just be around him. 

Maybe we can get to know each other better? 

You're practically begging to be hurt again. 

Maybe...everything will work out for the better, I just have to give him a chance first. 

You never learn, do you?

His words and his face echoed in my mind for the rest of the day.