Eric placed his hands on his waist and arched his back, his spine magnificently cracking. He sighed as he stood and walked around for a moment.
Vanessa flooded his mind. She was so beautiful, so perfect.
He bit the inside of his lip and smiled. She was the one, he knew it.
If only she would talk to him.
She hadn't really talked to him in soon to be a week, during Meredith's wake. Sure, she'd talked to him the other day after class, but only because he'd forced her to.
And nothing had happened.
God... He was twenty-eight, pursuing a seventeen year old. He groaned and tossed a notebook, frustrated. God, did he feel pathetic...
"Vanessa," he mumbled. The feeling of their first kiss lingered on his lips. Her musical laugh echoed in his ears. Her face blurred his vision. The words she whispered that one night broke his heart.
He remembered the way her smiled hypnotized him. "They'll love you. I do," she had blurted. He smiled, remembering her blush as she realized everything.
God, did he love her.
Her amber eyes. Her pale skin. Her chestnut colored curls. Her slender, yet perfectly curvy, body. Her long legs that she wrapped around his waist whenever he tossed her against a wall, their lips pressed together.
He pressed his back to the wall and slid down. Anxiety came over him and burning tears threatened to spill from his eyes.
Screw the rules, the school, the whole damn world and their small minds. It wasn't wrong; it was love. The world could end and he wouldn't care.
He just wanted to hold her.
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The Watching
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