His tongue trails from the side of my chin to the corner of my mouth. I'm frozen on spot, barely breathing. When he pulls away, his eyes are the same shimmering silver I had seen the other night. My breathing spikes, and his eyes dart to my mouth. B...
*MC presses pause, staring intently at chapter* Welp, I finished this way sooner than I planned. For a moment there, I thought this chapter was going to be as big of a pain-in-the-ass as the last one, but then I finished it within two hours of starting, so... *shrugs*
*MC pulls Nameless from behind the pages* Since this chapter wasn't technically requested, just kind of required, I've decided to dedicate this chapter to the person who's been commenting on my stories like a sugar-induced maniac (it's pretty great), so, without further adieu. Nameless, if you would do the honors~
*NamelessJa presses rewind*
MC: This never gets old, does it? Hehe~(;
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| Kidnapped |
Chase stared at his cup of tea with little interest, debating if it was time to move on to the next lesson in his second block Psychology class. Technically, his schedule had them learning about the sixteen personalities for another week, and his first class was still struggling with the concepts. That being said, the point of teaching was to educate and keep students interested in learning, and the only way to do that was to go at the students' paces, so there was nothing wrong with going forward with the lessons when his second class had a good grasp of what each personality was—some of them even had the personalities memorized—so, maybe, it was okay to just keep to the schedule for his first class until they had a better grasp of it, and move on in his second class, start talking about personality disorders and mental illnesses. It was Chase's favorite part, though, so he'd probably spend more time than needed on it...
"You know, even if you drown yourself in work, you won't be able to avoid it," Darestin said conversationally, staring at the ceiling of the teachers' lounge. "After all, you like answers, and avoiding the questions isn't going to get you any."
Chase didn't bother looking at him, choosing instead to take a sip of his black tea.
Of course, when the professor was more passionate about the subject, the students tended to get that passion and enjoy the lessons more as a result, so maybe it wouldn't be that big of a deal. After all, the entire class already liked him enough to show up, and they clearly liked the subject enough to do the homework for fun, so...
"I'm just saying, man. She's in your next class, so even if you manage to avoid thinking about it now, you'll end up dragging it up later. That's just how your mind works: you hate unsolved puzzles."
Chase finally looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "And what, exactly, do you think I want the answer to?"
Darestin looked evenly back at him, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Why your first instinct was to behead me when you saw Vixen and I kissing."
"I did not want to behead you, Darestin," Chase clarified, "only mildly maim."
Darestin snorted. "Basically the same thing, dude, basically the same thing."
