Impossible Possibilities

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"I'm a wanderess
I'm a one night stand
Don't belong to no city
Don't belong to no man
I'm the violence in the pouring rain
I'm a hurricane." - Halsey

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Chapter 11:

Wednesday

I walked into the cafeteria and almost immediately regretted it. In front of me stood Logan and Kris and the rest of their posse. I was the unfortunate one to walk in from this door, almost everyone was entering from the other door. They were taking up all the width of the narrow hallway that led up to the line. If I wanted to get past, I would have to shimmy through their little close circle.

I was facing Kris' back, the small work he was doing with arms, moving them around while he talked, formed new fluctuations in his shoulder muscles. I was tempted to mold my hands against his shoulder blades.

As if sensing my presence, he turned around to face me.

Now all the attention was on me. I broke the eye contact and tried to walk through.

"Excuse me." I walked as fast as I could and for some odd reason, I wanted to look back at Kris. Maybe to see if he was still looking at me or what his reaction was. I got in line for lunch and waited patiently for it to move forward.

The line was slow and it was eating away at me because I could feel the eyes on me from behind and the silent chuckle.

After a few seconds of that, I decided I really wasn't hungry but as I turned around to walk away from the line, I was faced with Kris, his tall frame towering me.

I looked at my feet, refusing to let him boss me around. So what if he tried to claim me as his 'slave'.

I felt his hot breath on my forehead as he spoke, "Get me lunch, I want nachos." He didn't even say please. Hell if he thought I was going to.

I continued to study my boots, ignoring him and patiently waiting for him to move out of my way.

He didn't budge and I felt him sigh, we were so close, it was almost impossible to look at him.

My hands were still at my sides and I didn't know what to do with them, until he grabbed my hand open in his palm and used his other hand to mold his id into mine. They lingered on, lightly caressing and when he let go and walked away, I could still feel his touch.

I stood still, metal clinging and trays being moved around and footsteps echoing in the high ceiling cafeteria, people getting in the lunch line while I replayed what had happened in my mind.

I really didn't like him much and disliked him even more for leaving me so confused and it was dumb that I thought about his every move, and maybe if you only saw the after effect of Kris Margott on Coral Haun, you'd think I liked him or something crazy like that, which was far from how I actually felt, I'd like to wish anyways.

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I walked home alone again, I actually hadn't spoken to Delilah since Saturday. It was a windy day, stray newspapers and litter whipping around in the violent breeze.

I thought about my day while my hair lashed around my face and earphones kept falling out of my ears.

I didn't notice dad standing in the driveway with his trunk open until I was only a few feet away from the house. His back was facing me.