The Beast

The Beast (5)

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Sorry for not updating sooner my dear readers! So much stuff to do for school so I hope you would be understanding of my situation.... wait.... you know what?..... No one cares about this! Let's just go on to the story!!!

                                                                                                  

                                                                                             -ShiningWaters

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The rest of the day passed by slowly and the only thing that probably made me keep my patience was the fact that I knew that I'd be going home by the end of the whole thing.

Adrian stuck with me all throughout, in the halls and even in each and every one of my classes which was peculiar if you ask me but I didn't voice my confusion out. I was honestly too scared to.

He was silent though, only gracing me with his presence as if he was happy enough just to be beside me and I caught him glancing at me quite a few times that made my stomach feel funny.

The dismissal bell finally rang, interrupting me from my thoughts and the teacher tried to tell people an important assignment but the people were already leaving.

I sighed under my breath and gathered my things from my desk which really was only a simple notebook, my history book, and a mechanical pencil that I've had since I started high school.

I watched from the corner of my eye as he stood up beside me and held a hand out. I turned my head to him and furrowed my brows.

"Your things. I'll carry them for you." His blue eyes twinkled with something I couldn't recognize before it disappeared almost immediately.

I wasn't even able to open my mouth to say something before my stuff were gently  pulled out of my hands and placed into his which didn't even seem to burden him even a just little and he gave me a look.

"Umm... but..."

"Let me help you Raine." He cut me off before he took my tiny hand in his and my cheeks flamed a bright red at the unexpected contact.

I decided to say nothing and let him be a gentleman but I knew deep inside that I actually like the fact that he was holding my hand. It made me feel safe, safer than I've ever felt in years.

People shot our hands looks when we stepped out onto the hall and like I usually do, I half-hid behind his back and he didn't seem to mind or maybe he was just keeping silent about it.

Sometimes, I had the feeling that maybe he wanted me to open up to him more but he was just respecting my boundaries. Maybe he was being patient with me.

I peered up at his face.

If he was... I thank him for respecting my walls.