Lusciously Loved

My Hands In His

As if messing with my head wasn't enough he had stooped so low that every time I changed class I inevitably noticed him in the corridors and even spotted his hair from a far when I went to the toilet during class. He was so easily noticeable today and it blew my mind.

To think that if he hadn't approached me yesterday I never would have been remotely aware of his existence and he would just one of the many students I go to school that I knew of. To think that we had probably crossed paths in the corridor innumerable times before and didn't know each other.

Last week he was just a stranger and today he was ... well Marcus. I didn't even know if we were really friends or just acquaintances or even something less than that. I didn't know and I didn't care to find out. What I cared more was finishing this French pop quiz my so very generous and good-hearted French teacher had decided to spring on us fourth period. My last lesson for the day.

Being the brilliant inept language student that I was, I completely ditched the test and decided to go home. It didn't really matter that I failed or not. It wasn't like I was going to choose it as one of my six subjects next year so why should I care?

I ditched Sabrina who looked like she had her French under control. She was scribbling wildly away and I didn't particularly feel like hearing her brag how she was so sure she was going to get at least an A+. No way was I living through that again.

I walked briskly to the station and buried my hands in my jacket in a failed attempt to keep them warm. I really needed it but it seemed like it was no use.

When I reached the station I was freezing so much that I could hear my teeth clatter. I really couldn't tolerate the cold.

I walked further into the lobby indulging in its warmth and I saw Marcus standing in front of the board looking at the times of the trains.

He must have been deeply in thought because he didn't even notice me coming up beside him. "Why're they so late?" Marcus muttered to himself.

"Now that just sucks," I breathed.

Marcus was so startled that he always fell over his own feet as he jumped away from me. His eyes were alarmingly large as he stared at me in shock. He looked so stupid that it me made laugh. Hell now I knew why people got a rise out of startling someone. It was hella hilarious and that expression. It was absolutely priceless!

Instead of getting mad like I always did he just smiled softly at me and looked sorta ... relieved?

"Don't scare me like that, Jesus Christ, have some tact," he said in a cheap imitation of my voice which just made me laugh even harder and I don't even know why I found it so funny.

He chuckled as he watched me laugh looking quite pleased with himself.

"You should laugh like that more often," Marcus said. "You shouldn't bottle it down."

"Well I do laugh like this and quite often too," I replied feeling a little defensive. Why did it seem like he was talking down to me? Like he was pitying me or something.

I'm pretty sure that my expression sour because his eyes gained that sad look again. He was about to say something but was interrupted by the loud booming of the speakers. "The train that passes through spor three is coming in five minutes, if you're taking that train please make your way up to the platform." She repeated herself a second time before clicking off.

I wasn't even there to hear the end of her speech and just hurried up the stairs to the platform. I didn't care if I had to stand out there in the cold as long as I didn't have to look at him. It was the second time he mentioned my laugh today and if he had figured out I was self conscious about it then maybe he shouldn't mention it so often. Now that would be a brilliant start.