wild and running || a.b. (series on hold)

Chapter 10

"You don't drink coffee?" I question. He shrugs, "Sometimes, but I just wanted some water." I nodded and looked at the small menu. Wow... Now that I think about it, last night got heated... What was I thinking? I blush in embarrassment at the thought. "What are you thinking about?" Andy giggles. What I was thinking when I was grinding on you. "Nothing." I mutter while feeling my face flush even more. "Are you think about last night?" He asks with a smile. I shake my head and continue to look at the menu even though I already know what I want. "Hm.." He hums in a deep tone. There's something about his low voice that I like a little too much. It's been so long since I had done anything like that. "I think you are, Ivory." He says slowly. I continue to look at the menu and ignore his perverted mood. The waitress then returns with our drinks and we submit our order. I just decided to get the same thing as Andy. My thoughts then shift to the second half of the night when he promised me that he would never leave.

I sure hope he keeps that promise.

"You're so beautiful." He says. That's was a bit random, where did that come from? "What?" I say. "You just, you look so deep in thought, and you're not wearing any makeup. You're hair is wavy because you didn't dry it, and you're all sleepy and cuddly. You're eyes are just stunning, they're the most magnificent and biggest brown eyes I've ever seen..." He begins to trail off. "Yeah... I don't know. You just look especially beautiful right now." He finishes. I smile, that was very much appreciated and I'm very flattered. "Thank you." I say quietly. He leans over the table, "Kiss me." I gasp and blush. "Andy, we are in public." He licks his lips and that was all he had to do for me to bring my lips to meet his. He tastes like spearmint, which is my favorite.

He pulls away and laughs sweetly. "You like my tongue?" He asks with a wink. "Why would you say that?" I giggle. "Because you seem to like it when I lick my lips, like this." He licks his lips slowly and sexily. I don't notice my breathing rate pick up. "Hm..." He hums with a small chuckle. "You're being very perverted this morning." I smile. "That's your fault." He says. I gasp, "Why is that my fault?" "You just look really beautiful, and it's turning me on." He adds. "Oh." I say quietly. "See, you don't have to do something sexy or wear something revealing to turn me on. Your beauty does the same for me." He says. "Okay." I laugh and he smiles in return.

He's being awfully open about this, but oddly enough I don't find myself feeling uneasy about it.

Our food comes to the table, golden pancakes. We both eat and rant about our professors.

Once we finish our food, we leave the small diner and Andy hold my hand on the way out. His hands are cold and rough, but I really seem to like that. The car was silent, I was looking out the window, and Andy was driving. "Sing for me." He says, "I... I don't know what to sing." I respond nervously. "Sing 'Livin' on a Prayer.'" He suggests. I sing the chorus to my best ability with a racing heart and a shaky voice. "Wow. You were right when you said you sang. Damn. That was good." He says with a surprised smile. "Thank you. That means a lot." I reply.

We drive up to campus and race each other to Literature class. We were both fully aware that we looked like idiots, but if we didn't run, we would've been late. "You lose." I laugh while reaching the classroom as he follows shortly behind me. "How did I win when you're so much taller than me?" I question humorously. "You're fucking fast." He says, completely out of breath. I do run a lot, I mean a lot. And sometimes I teach dance classes. I can say I have a high endurance. We walk into the class three minutes before the bell. We sit in our assigned seats and class begins.

After finishing my work, because I always work ahead, I had some free time, so I took out my writing binder and started reading some of my old stuff.

For I will bleed

From the wounds that your

Dagger-like tongue has

Inflicted upon my heart.

All that is left is despair.

I shall not fear of you

Nor will I put up with

Your filthy lies.

I am finished,

I cannot bear

This burden any longer

I hope you are

Happy with the

Damage you have

Cast upon me.

For there is a shadow

Of unknown fear

Lingering in my head

That seems to be

Changing me.

It is true that I

Am hurt but I

Wish you the best

In your journey

For it must be

Difficult to live with

What you have done.

In this battle of hearts

You seem to have

Shattered mine; for

That was always your

intention.

Now you have won,

My saving grace is

Yours.

Still I remain

Silent....

Maybe I am not

Worthy of this blessing

In which I have

Recieved.

In this you Have stolen

My heart, mind, and soul.

I shall not return; for

This war is done.

I wrote that in grade eight. Wow... I was terribly depressed that year. It's really sad to think that j was going through that at such a young age. I look up at Andy and he's tapping rhythms and writing things. I'm so curious on what his others songs are like...

The bell rings and he follows me out of the classroom. "What are your next classes?" He asks me, "Um... English Composition, Math, Statistics, French, then Yoga." I say with a smile. He gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you soon." He says and then he's off to his next class.