Perditus est Amare

Changing So Soon?

Gemma

As I walked to the gym today, something was different, instead of the the instructor (no, I still don't know his name) waiting against the wall, he was seemingly waiting for me with his hands high behind his back, "Gemma" he called to me beckoning me towards him with one hand still behind his back. Maybe is was something to do with that awkward run-in we had?

"What did I do?" I asked with a mischievous tone in my voice.

"Nothing" he said, smiling, "yet."

"Ahh, am I finally worthy of know Challenge's name?" I teased.

"Hey! That's Mr. Challenge to you!" he teased back."Follow me."

I followed him willingly into one of the branching off from the gym. "Sit down" he said pointing to a chair, this was his office. He sat down in a chair by my side.

"This seems a lot like a conviction conference" I said flirting.

"Well it's kinda a conference" he laughed." it's time for you to have your own bow" he said showing me a beauty of a bow, it was black with spikes and elegant white markings that gave an otherwise edgy bow, a magical, lady-like, appearance. " and oh, yea, it's Sabriel." he said leaning in, he was making my job exceeding easy, and kissing me gently, we kissed like that for about a minute before he pulled away.

"Are you sure I'm not in trouble, because if that was a punishment, I should be bad a lot more often" I laughed softly.

He looked at me with this soft expression, like I was delicate, or a precious, innocent child. "you're so gorgeous..." I heard him say under his breath, I blushed and we stood up. "Hey would you like to pick up where we left off later, after class?" he asked, his expression changing to smug grin.

"Hmm, sounds tempting" I said trying to keep his attention, as I traced the lines of his muscular chest, visible beneath his shirt. He flinched as I did.

"Careful, I have a fighting injury," he said cocking his head.

"I'm sorry. Would you let me make it up to you after class?"

"Of course" he purred into my ear. He left me alone with my new bow.

"Okay, either he knows me very well already, or, he's a mind reader" I whispered to myself, smiling. I'd gotten to him, the trophy was almost mine, and victory was close I could taste it, or was that still the taste of Sabriel's lips? What was the difference? I thought of the kiss which caused a chill to run down my back as I thought, maybe he had gotten to me, the thought of someone ruining my current life of fun and games hit me like a freight train and the shock of my possible feelings for Sabriel was like the whiplash of a slap to the face. I took my bow to the archery room along with a quiver of 18 inch arrows. I needed to get rid of these emotions I was beginning to feel, they needed to be dealt with in a way which didn't involve killing Sabriel for kissing me, crap, maybe I really do like him.

Sabriel

As the last 5 minutes of class ticked by I day-dreamed about Gemma's soft lips. I was walking around watching the other students progress in their skill, none of them matched Gemma's level, or confidence of their skill. I looked at the clock, dang it, still 3 minutes! Should I call class off early?, I wondered , I'm supposed to be responsible. Damn it, I'm calling class off early, "Everyone! Listen up, this is only a one time thing, class is dismissed early, don't say anything to the administration" after dismissing the freshmen I jogged to the archery room to find Gemma.

I walked into the room and I saw Gemma aiming at a target. Her body was at a perfect position to shoot the target straight in the heart.

"Damn" I shouted to her.