Fallen for Your Eyes

Chapter 8-

Avaline's POV-

It was weeks later after he kissed me, that he noticed.

It started about a week after the party, that I had started to wear sweatshirts to school. I flipped the page of my book, as he finished his history homework. We were in the library, where our 7th period Study hall took place.

"Ava.", he whispered. There was no one around, but since we were in the library, we kept our voices hushed.

I looked up at him, creasing the page in my book, saving my spot.

"Why are you wearing a sweatshirt?", he asked, concern flashing across his face.

I started to pick at my nails, nervously, pretending I didn't hear his question.

"Ava.." I leaned forward a tad. "It's 88 degrees out today."

I looked down, pulling at her sleeves.

"Please, just tell me.",he begged.

I sighed sadly, and I grabbed my right sleeve, tugging it upwards. I looked down, avoiding his eyes, tears in mine.

He took in a sharp breath, and I knew without looking, that he was upset.

"Ava..", he said sadly. "Come here."

I looked up at him, tears falling down my cheeks. I pushed my chair out, and slowly edged towards the one next to him. He leaned over when I sat down, embracing me in his arms.

He stroked my hair, running his fingers threw it. "Ssh, it's okay."

I nodded a tiny bit, wiping away my tears. He grabbed my wrists, kissing them ever so slightly. I looked up at him, my mascara most likely running, but he didn't seem to care. He ran his thumb over my cheek, collecting my stray tears. "You're going to be alright, okay?"

I nodded, not able to say anything. I mean, what do you do, when the boy you've liked sees your cuts?

He looked down at me, suddenly, and I could see tears in his eyes.

"Please don't ever cut yourself again. You're beautiful, don't ever forget that."

I looked up at him, and saw that he was already looking at me. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to him, giving him a quick kiss.

He looked down, at me, a smile broadening onto his face.

"Hey Ava?", he whispered.

I looked up at him. "Yeah?"

"Can I tell you something?"

I nodded, smiling. "Sure."

He looked down, at his hands and then back up at me.

"I am madly in love with you, Avaline Tudor."