I hadn't seen him in more than a week. I had even wandered the senior floors and corridors during my free time, but still no sight of him. The nurse had diagnosed me with ulcer from last week. It was due to the painkillers, I had been taking for my shoulder and of course the fact that I hardly ever eat anything substantial. I was on treatment now, and I also tried taken eating more seriously, but this distraction was taking a toll on me.
How come I never saw him anywhere? I had ruled out asking Errol, I was still too embarrassed to face him. Another idea was brewing in my head, but it felt silly. Each time i had seen him previously I had either been in trouble or sick. So There was a possibility that if i got into trouble he would appear out of nowhere and save me, then I'd be able to demand an answer to my questions. As ridiculous as that sounded it seemed like my best option at the moment.
All that came to my mind was pulling a medical emergency stunt, it was safe, and simple with non-grievous circumstances, but if he didn't appear and I was rushed to the clinic by the wrong person, it could backfire on me. Mrs canary would make sure that I had a hard time for pulling a false alarm, but I really needed to see him so I had to try. As I walked towards my locker, i tried to look around one last time to see if I would see him but that effort was fruitless.
Contorting my face in pain I sunk to my knees, clutching my stomach and my shoulder. I groaned aloud and pounded on my locker lightly, in order to draw as much attention as I needed. After a few minutes a small crowd was starting to gather, and I was starting to feel embarrassed. there was no sign of him and students just gathered around me and whispered in fear.
Finally just as I was about to give up, I felt a pair of arms around me and looked up to see him staring down at me. God, the warmth that emanated from his body was soothing. My heart thudded so violently that I almost forgot my act. The closeness was unsettling, maybe this was a bad idea. I closed my eyes and leaned away from him as much as I could. He crouched low." Nora, are you alright" he asked. I was too scared to answered. I wasn't even sure my voice would work, I was too nervous. After a while, he picked me up, and cradling me in his arms carried me to the clinic.
I hated to admit it but I was so happy to see him. In a way I had missed him and it was annoying that I did. I had caught myself thinking of him so often during the past week,that it was getting embarrassing. I blamed it on curiosity but in actual fact I had just wanted to see him again.
As he lay me on the bed and turned to go I grabbed his hands and tried pulling him down into the chair, beside the bed.I was so nervous, that my hands were trembling. His hands felt so warm beneath mine. Stunned, he just looked at me with surprise in his eyes.
"please stay" I pleaded earnestly. "just for a few seconds"
After a few seconds of studying me intently, he sat down and glared at me.
"have you been eating properly?"
"yes I have. I'm fine."I replied hastily."what's your name?" I asked. It took him some time, but he finally answered.
"it's Alexandre, Nathan roque."
"Nathan-roque?"
"no. " he frowned. "Nathan is my middle name. My surname is roque."
"with a "q" or a "k"? His frown deepened, but he still answered me.
"it's with a "Q" and before you ask, you can't call me Alex, or Nathan. It's Alexandre.
My slight smile instantly disappeared from my lips. The arrogant klutz. " well, you cant call me nora either" i snapped. His lips twitched a little, so quickly i Wasn't sure I saw it, then I looked into its eyes. It was a very clear and piercing grey. My heart beat fluttered, so i looked away. Was it me or did he just get more handsome, each time i saw him? I looked back at him.I Was sure it was just me. all the questions and things I wanted to say seemed to have disappeared from my brain. I could only stare dumbly at him. He stared back, but then after a while he got up and said. "I know what what you did today, and it wasn't funny."
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