cigarettes & a full moon

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    "i thought i told you to stay away." cole says, as i take a seat next to him the next day. saturday.

    i shrug. i don't feel like answering. not today. today hasn't been a good day. but secretly, i'm glad he's here. cause i'm starting to think that cole is curious about people who want to figure him out. they're different, and i'm almost positive that cole likes different.

     "what's wrong, anya?" he asks, brushing the hair out of my face, his green eyes meeting my dark brown ones.

      i shrug again. talking would only hurt worse, physically and mentally.

      "what happened to your lip?" he asks, and my whole body tenses. how did he notice?

      "i bit it." i reply lamely. it is the truth, but the reason why is what i don't want to tell him. why does it even matter, i know he's not someone who likes to save people. i don't want to need saving, anyways.

      "i hate myself." he growls suddenly, his hand leaving my hair, his body moving back to his original seat.

      "why?" i mutter weakly.

      "damn, i couldn't stop lying to myself. don't lie, anya. please, it's a trap." he says seriously, turning his head to look into my eyes. he's so, so serious right now, and i wonder how many people he would talk like this to. why he picks me.

      "i bit my lip because i didn't want to cry. it's stupid, but-,"

      "no, no, no. it's not stupid. nothing is stupid. i don't want to hear that come out of your mouth again when you're around me." he snaps, and i recoil instantly. what would make cole overreact to something so.. small?

       "do people think you're stupid, cole?" i whisper. he nods. he shakes his head then, closes his eyes, blows out a breath.

        he takes a cigarette out of his pocket, he asks me if i want one. again, i decline. for a long time, he looks at me with something almost resembling anger, but even though i'm scared to death, i hold his gaze, and then he turns his attention back to his lighter.

      he lights his cigarette, and he mutters something i might not ever forget. "they'll always call me stupid." he smirks, and for a second, i want to believe he's crazy. i'm not sure if i should, not sure if he wants me to. he is. cole stevens is crazy, but that's okay.

        i like crazy, and i'm hoping crazy likes me, too.