Always

Chapter 12

Through the fuss of the crowd, I somehow ended up with the dark haired boy, who I learned was called Oliver.

He pulled me away from the crowd and into a wide room I then recognized as a meeting room.

It was wide enough for a large table to stand that could sit at least 10 people. The small window on the wall at the oppposite of the room told me it was still loudly raining outside. A white board was hanging on the wall to my left, words poorly written on it. I recognized my name written with red ink being the only word that wasn't crossed out.

His hard grip on my forearm made me step into the dark room, the only light coming from the window, which wasn't much since the sun hasn't come out for the last couple of hours.

"What are you doing?", I hissed turning my head around.

I barely knew him. I mean, we met hours ago. For all I know he could be dragging me to stove to push me in the fire like an old witch. Who knows.

He looked down at me while turning the lights on, "We're not in Hansel and Gretel, Einstein."

I raised my eyebrow at him surprised that I'd said that out loud. "You heard that?"

He released his grip on me and chuckled, closing the door behind him. "No, I'm a vampire and I read minds, Bella."

I rubbed my forearm trying to smooth out the pain. "Hey! Don't you mock the Twilight series!" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"God you actually still like this stuff?", he laughed to himself while I tried to supress a smile.

I turned around and walked towards the window. We were at the backside of the building, now on the second floor since I could see the ground level beneath me. The rain was dropping loudly on the pavement. I sighed in content, the sound of the rain almost music to my ears.

"You like the rain?", Oliver softly asked, propping his hands on the window stool next to me.

I turned my head to see him looking outside, his eyes distant. His long hair was tousled backwards, as if he ran his hand through his hair a couple of times. It was so long you could probably tie a man bun at the back of his head. His green eyes reflected the image of the window, droplets of water slidding on it.

"I guess", I finally answered. I crossed my arms on my chest and leaned on the side jam, still facing the window. "It makes me peaceful, at ease. I don't know how to explain it."

He turned around and sat on the window frame. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"It makes you feel like you're understood, like the world understands your sadness."He said, more to himself than to me.

I turned my head to meet his cold eyes. But he was unreadable, his face was blank from any emotion. His head was merely inches away from my face. Yet, his eyes didn't look at me. It's like he looked past me, like I didn't exist. Like he was the only one in the room.

My head snapped around when I heard someone clapping. Dan was standing in the doorway, her eyes wide, while Nick entered the room still applauding.

"That was hell of a speech Lex." He exclaimed. I sighed in relief, thinking he was clapping for something else.

Oliver cleared his throat, stepping away from next to me. "Well I guess my job is done here."