Sins of Aiden

14

CHAPTER 14

There is something about dark eyes.

Something in them that makes me drawn.

I have felt like this for years, attempting to find an explanation as to why I feel the way I do. Because coming across a set of dark eyes, so dark it almost seems to blend in with the pupil. And the only way to separate the pupil from the iris is a drop of bright light.

It's almost like there's something in them, something I desperately want to find out.

Something that overwhelms me.

Black eyes are supposed to be rare, their soot black iris so gentle and muted, yet I keep finding them every day that goes by.

I don't know if they find me or if I find them first. They simply won't leave me alone.

Perhaps that's why I dreamed about his eyes tonight. Those who can't seem to let me go—black, shiny, impenetrable. Anything to make me not forget them.

Something dark and mysterious.

Something angry and wicked.

His eyes follow me everywhere. At first, I didn't even notice it. Perhaps that was a good thing. Because now I can't unsee it. I can't unfeel it. I haven't possibly thought that Aiden could be a guy who finds his attention towards me. To even glance a single second to look at me. But he stares at me more than I thought.

However, I thought that he looked at me for the first time outside Eastwood High School when Thomas Ford played a cruel prank on me and Sam. But now I'm not so sure. I had thought that his only reason for locking his gaze with mine that day was because I was staring at him like a little creep with my soaked shirt and watery eyes. But perhaps there is another reason for his constant charring gaze at me.

Something I shouldn't know.

I can feel them on me, pulling me conscious everywhere I go within the walls of Eastwood High School. Sometimes I can even feel them outside school, or when I walk home, or when I sit on my bed while doing my homework.

I keep thinking that my mind is pulling pranks on me. It's just my imagination. I'm being paranoid. But at school, they are real.

His dark eyes can never leave me alone.

Not even in my sleep.

Never in my mind.

I don't know what I have done to make him stare at me so intensely that I sometimes forget how to walk. It makes me so hot and my cheeks immediately flush to cherry color. I don't dare to ask. I don't dare to stare back.

Because even though he makes me feel so worked up by his simple—yet complicated stare—I still hold resentment towards him. I'm still hurt by his words. His words can't seem to let me go in my sleep. I keep reliving the moments when I could feel my heart shatter and I have to force myself every day to not break and find his stare.

It is starting to turn impossible. Because I dream about his eyes every night. And I'm wondering if that will be a forever kind of thing.

I huff quickly before I register what has happened. My heartbeat tumbles in my chest as I stumble over a rock. I fall forward but gather my balance before I break my face on the pavement.

I straighten up and hastily glance around my surroundings to see if someone saw my embarrassing misstep. When I don't find anyone, I puff out my heated cheeks.

Of course, I get consumed by such violating thoughts that I don't even pay attention to where I'm walking.

The September breeze is cold today, like every other day, but today has a more tug against my clothes. My hair billows behind me as I wrap my stiff hand in the pocket of my jacket, my other hand clutches my phone that's lit up with directions. The cold air makes me wish for the warmth of the sun that's currently covered by massive clouds and has no indications of moving anytime soon.