Prompt: Use the following sentences. As soon as I looked into his eyes, I knew I was done for. His lips formed slowly into a frown, his eyes showing disapproval. "I'm sorry." With that said, he backed away...
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Lies. They hold us together. They wind around us tightly, suffocating us, yet creating a false sense of security. Such a paradox, they are. So complicated – you can never see them, yet they create a visible divide between those who were once best friends, family, soul mates.
“Good morning,” a deep voice rumbled. Grace’s eyes fluttered open lazily and she lifted her head from her desk, resting it heavily on her hand. Her dark eyes grazed over the handsome man at the front of the classroom. Everything he portrayed was a lie. His mouth hung open a little as his own eyes rested on her.
Grace smirked mischievously as she saw his pupils dilate and his smooth voice faltered as he attempted to lecture the class. All lies. After a few moments of holding his eyes, she turned her head to the right and opened her book, fingertips floating across the pages like feathers across her bare skin.
The feeling brought back memories, so many memories of the lies they shared together. Warm breaths mingling and laughter echoing through dark rooms. She remembered the moment she fell for him – as soon as she looked up into his eyes, she knew she was done for. The smell of cinnamon and vanilla wafted past her, and she shivered as a figure stepped in the path of the sunlight she was bathing in. She forced her eyes open and saw Sebastian Bishop standing above her. A little smile sat smugly on his beautifully crafted face.
“Sorry to interrupt your musings, Miss Johansson, but I have a class to teach, and I would rather it if you paid attention to it,” he reprimanded. With a raised eyebrow, he gestured upwards with his head. She shook her head. He sighed and rubbed his right temple with his index finger – a habit she was much used to. It was something he did when he was either frustrated or thinking too much. His lips formed slowly into a frown, his eyes showing disapproval.
With one hand, he grasped the edge of one of her books and took it from her desk. He pulled a pen from his pocket – his favourite pen, the one she had bought and had engraved especially for his birthday last year. She watched it wistfully as he wrote something on a piece of paper and returned both the paper and book to her desk. More lies, most likely. He returned to the front of the classroom and resumed his lesson.
She opened the book and saw the large word in black – DETENTION. Underneath, there was a small note that read, ‘I’m sorry. I love you.’ She scoffed and crumpled up the paper. It was always lies with Sebastian. He was the living personification of a web of lies, a chain that was growing stronger every moment.
What seemed like hours later, the shrill bell rang and echoed through the hallways, followed shortly by the pounding footsteps of teenagers rushing home. Grace stood and shoved her books into her bag, slinging it over her shoulder none too gently. With a confident stance and determined mindset, she walked behind the rest of her class to the doorway. She was stopped by Sebastian’s dulcet tone.
“Miss Johansson, a moment, please.”
With a groan, Grace turned to face Sebastian. He leaned against the oak-wood desk, left ankle crossing over his right and palms on the top of the desk. His grey sleeves had been pushed up just past his elbows, revealing golden skin. The top two buttons of his vest were undone and his tie was loosened. He looked at her closely, eyes lidded.
“Close the door, Grace,” he told her, his voice running like honey through her ears. She did as she was told and sat on the top of the desk furthest from him, but as close to the door as she could get herself. Sebastian slowly stood from his relaxed position and strode over to her. He placed his hands on either side of her, encasing her body in a cage-like form. She could feel the heat from his skin radiating from him and surrounding her.
“Grace,” he began, his vanilla-scented breath floating through the air towards her. She shuddered in delight, but hid it from him as best as she could. She instead narrowed her eyes and leaned further back, away from him. “Grace, please listen to me.”
“There is nothing to listen to, Sebastian. You lied to me – you told me that you loved me, you still tell me so, but you contradict yourself when you go and cheat on me with someone like Alyssa,” she snarled angrily. With that said, Sebastian backed away a step. A flicker of hurt crossed his face, and a pang of regret flooded Grace’s body. She knew that what she had said was a lie – everything about their relationship and this conversation was a lie. A chain of lies that was never going to be broken, much unlike her heart.
“Grace, I swear to you, I love you,” he replied. She closed her eyes and turned away, refusing to meet his hurt look. She knew he was watching her – she could feel his intense gaze on her face. There was a whisper of air before the warmth of his body left hers. She felt a feather-light touch on her cheek before she opened her eyes. When she did, Sebastian was gone. All that remained was his scent and the tingling feeling on her cheek.
