The Transfer Student

The Transfer Student: Chapter Nine

Song: Sail-AWOLNATION

I like this chapter partly because it's such a turning point, this is where I think it gets interesting. :o anyway, please keep reading! Enjoy! <3

I drove in silence, but Adrian wasn't going to let up until I explained myself. My hands clenched the steering wheel as I fought to keep my emotions from spilling onto my face.

Adrian's eyes pierced my even from my peripheral as he said softly, "I don't understand, what have I done to make you ignore me?...I thought, I thought we were all right."

"You haven't done anything," I said curtly. "I've just been busy is all."

"Bullshit, you won't even look at me," he rested his head on one fist and leaned closer like little kids do when they're trying to be annoying and get in your face. But honestly it make my neck warm and my skin super sensitive. It used to be he was the one who got nervous at close proximity, but I guess he didn't care anymore. "Look at me," his voice was very soft, yet very intense.

Or did he?...I swallowed hard as his scent wafted over me. Ed Hardy? With a huge effort I kept my eyes on the road, gripping the wheel so hard my hands cramped and thanked God that we were still on my street and not on a busy highway.

"I can't." My voice had betrayed me.

I had meant to say that with the reasonable excuse that it would be dangerous to look away from the road, but the sound that had come from my throat was so full of pain and longing that there was no way he couldn't realize...no way he couldn't realize what he did to me, that I had utterly fallen for him.

Gently, as if I was a flower he did not want to crush, he pulled the hand closets to him from the wheel and pressed it to his heart. "Please."

I hit the brakes and pulled my hand away from him. Slowly, I turned to look at him. He gazed back as if memorizing every one of my features; long hair, pink lips, ivory skin, and long-lashed blue eyes...he searched them, and seemed to find what he was looking for, because I could no longer mask the feelings behind them.

"Tell me," he leaned even closer. "Tell me what you're feeling."

"Why?" My voice shook.

"What you feel...I've wanted to know for a long time."

I shook my head, "I'm not ready to tell you...not yet."

He nodded, then glanced up again he put an arm around me and pressed me to him, my face in the hollow of his throat. He was warm, he smelled good, the feeling of being held by Adrian was akin to lying in an empty field in the summer, where the sun warms you and you have no other desire other than to lie down and enjoy it.

He pulled away only enough to look at me, "Tell me when you are absolutely sure...just, in the meantime please don't ignore me. I can't stand it, I..." he laughed a little, "I really missed being around you, seeing your smile."

This was too much for me. I pulled away, nodded and smiled, and faced front again. Maybe...just maybe there was a possibilty of romantic feelings toward me. If I gave it time, and told him my feelings at the right time. Maybe...just maybe.