Breathless

Chapter 8: We all need a little mystery in our lives

Days went by without talking to indigo or Adam once. Every night, Indigo would come to my house and whine and every night, I would ignore him. I knew it hurt him and he made sure I was aware of it but I just wasn’t in the mood to talk to him after he chickened out that night. Maybe one day I will see him again but not until I was ready. And it seemed like Adam in the same predicament; he looked troubled and for some very weird reason, I believe it had something to do with me. He stared at me in every class and it kind of creeped me out. His face was expressionless but he eyes read bloody murder. I did my absolute best to not look at him and indulge myself in my work but even then, I’d look up every so often to see him staring at me with probing, amethyst eyes.

By lunch one day, I was starting to have a headache.  It started off a dull numbing pain but soon turned to throbbing fire which only got worse with loud noises and light. My head was buried deep in my arms as Seth rubbed my back. He offered to drive me home but I said no. There was no way I was going to let him be late to class for me. That was my job. After a few minutes of loud, annoying chatter that was the cafeteria, I had enough and went down to the nurse’s office. I could hear Seth’s sympathetic mummers as I left the room.

“You too, sweetheart?” Mrs. Wembley, the school nursed cooed in a Scottish accent. “There must be a bug going around. I just had another student with a headache.”

I tried to smile as she offered me the bed. Mrs. Wembley was one of the nicest ladies I have ever met. She would treat you like her own child and then some and I think it was because she was kind of old. She didn’t really have any of her own children to baby so she put all her love on us. I got on the cot and lay back down. The cot was okay, I mean, it was a bit hard and reeked of body odour but beggars can’t be choosers but in the end, my headache was still there. It didn’t make anything worse or better.

“Here you go, honey.” She said and handed me a few aspirins. I gulped them down happily, trying to find any sort of relief to my head ache but there was none. “Would you like do go home?”

I nodded hazily and she smiled at me. She turned to her table and came back with a slip of paper.

“Give this to Mrs. Kolth at admin, okay? Get better soon. Oh I might have to check with the principal about this bug. Mr. Winchester was here a few minutes ago with the same symptoms.” She patted my cheek and walked away. I froze in my spot. Adam was there? And he had the same symptoms as me? What could it possibly mean?

Once you have found your soul mate, denying it or staying apart for a large amount of time will kill both parties

The line from the article jumped into my mind. Could it be that we were experiencing the symptoms of withdrawal of each other? No, I shook the thought out of my head. Soul mates don’t exist and I definitely wasn’t his. He hated my guts and everything I stood for. That’s not a very soul mate thing to do.

After all the admin work was done, I was free to go. It was raining pretty heavily when I stepped out of the school and I didn’t have any form of defence against it. It serves me right not looking at the weather network this morning. It had been pretty unusual weather for November. Sometime we got sunshine and sometimes a chill but I had not expected rain. I knew my parents weren’t home; they had work down town, so how was I supposed to get home? I knew Aiden would do it gladly but I wasn’t about to go drag him out of class for me. With a heavy sigh, I started to walk home even with my headache. The rain drops made me feel slightly better but then again, it was making things hard to see. Suddenly, I bumped into someone and I started to fall back when the person encircled my waist with their arms. I looked up and gasped at the sight of Adam Winchester. He looked gorgeous and that was an understatement. Little drops of water trailed down his skin and on to his neck in the most agonizingly sexy way. Because of the cold, his skin seemed to get even paler and his already red lips, even redder and those eyes! They shone so bright that I almost had to look away from its intensity. I could see his pupils dilate which ended up making him look even sexier and the purple irises seemed to shine. The rain made his hair even blacker than it was already and his white shirt was drenched in water which clung to his perfect body like cling-wrap. I had a perfect view of his body because of the shirt but I knew that if I stared too long, he would call me out on it so I tried to focus on those bright, eyes. The second he locked eyes with me, I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. I wasn’t sure what it was but I knew it wasn’t cold or heartless. But it was gone in a second before he suddenly tenses up and pushed me away.