Made Of Glass

Past

"Hey, you OK?" His deep voice startles me.

"Yh... I am fine, just got lost in my thoughts"

"You sure because you were staring right into my eyes for a good 5 minutes"

"Oh shit sorry, I was going to say something but I guess I forgot"

We are sitting on a bench that is just outside the main gates of Saint Javier College. It is a hot summer day and we had decided that since we were going to leave soon, we may as well sit in our designated spot, that we have been sitting on for the last few years, once last time. Saint Javier College has a typical college setting. There are the mean girls, the fuck boys and anyone else who is deemed "lesser" than them. My group of friends were the least popular. We stuck to ourselves and never had anything to do with other people.

In our small town of Queensworth, everyone knows each other. If you are unlucky enough to have a secret, it would spread like wildfire. So it was something that was inevitable to happen when the new girl, aka me, moved in with my adoptive family.

I am trying to memorise the way the sun hit Dean's face, the way his hazel green eyes would have specks of gold in it when he faced the sun. The way his lips move when he talks, the way that they curve in just the right places, like his cupid's bow. His bottom lip was bigger than his upper lip, I noticed that the first time I saw him yet I still couldn't seem to get my eyes of them. They were always this pink colour but sometimes when he licked his lips they would change and become this dark red. The way his face was carved, it made his jawline so sharp, it could cut paper. His cheekbones so defined. His dark brown hair was the cherry on top. It suited his face so perfectly. He had a small tattoo on his chiselled upper chest that only I knew about because we got it together. He had gotten my initials, A.D.H for Anastasia Dawn Herondale, and I had his on my upper forearm, D.G.C for Dean Grey Carter. His voice was normally deep, but not too deep, just enough to get you drooling. I could listen to him forever.

I know every single detail about him, when he is lying I can see it through his posture, when he is upset I can see it through his eyes, the way they refuse to make eye contact, when he is having the best day of his life I can see it through his beeming smile which brings tears to my eyes because I have never seen anyone as beautiful as him.

I suddenly see fingures snapping before my eyes.

"Hello, you there?"

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry I don't know why I keep drifting away"

"I've been talking non stop for the last 5 minutes and you haven't even uttered a word. Are you OK?"

"Yh I'm fine, just got a lot of stuff on my mind right now"

"Look, Anatasia you know you can tell me anything. Right?"

"Yes Dean, I am well aware of that"

"Then tell me, what's the matter with you" his voice concerned as he grabs for my hands. I can feel my ears and cheeks burning and a tingaling sensations down my spine as he pulls my hand closer to his chest. This isn't the first time we had held hands but every time we touch I can feel my heart racing and blood reaching the surface of my skin.

I can see my sentence swimming before my eyes but my mouth just can't move to voice it. I feel my hands instantly get sweaty because of the burning heat rising from my skin.

"Um.." My eyes wondered of to his lips again as I try to think of a lie. "I'm just really stressed over the finals and the results" I say quickly as I could see he was getting impatient

"Oh come on, seriously we both know you aced it" My hands still in his, but I felt his grip grow stronger.

"Do we really though?" My eyes still fixed on his lips.