The Spy

7

I was trying to sleep but couldn't. My mind kept running too much and my thoughts were starting to drown me. I need to get out. I can't risk accidently letting my guard down with a flashback.

I shadow jumped out of the apartment into the cool night air. I breathed in the fresh air, instantly feeling calmer. I decided to go to the shops and get some things for me at home so I don't have to keep summoning things with magic. I might get caught doing so.

With a few bags of things I jumped home and put them away. I was about to head to bed, not feeling any more tired but bored, when I heard a scream from Mark's room. I frowned and contemplated going in to check on him.

My concern got the best of me and I shuffled over to his door, my feet dragging slightly due to lack of sleep. I was about to knock when a tired, strained voice called out from inside.

"Who's there" Mark said. I stepped into the dark room, seeing Mark sitting up in bed. I didn't know what to say or do so I just asked the first thing that came to mind.

"Can't sleep either?" I asked, slightly startled at how tired my voice showed I was.

"Not with you creeping by my door," he responded. I let out a sift chuckle before sighing. Now to ask the thing I came here for.

"I heard a you scream..." I said, concern slipping into my voice without me knowing.

"I'm fine... But it's good to know my roommate cares," he replied and I saw a tiny smirk on his face in the dark. I searched his face a little more, entranced by his looks. I was about to speak when I saw the knife from class earlier on his nightstand.

"You kept the knife?" I asked, stifling a yawn. I didn't want to show entirely how tired I was.

"Yea..." he trailed off and I remembered his hand had been cut by it.

"Speaking of which, how's your hand?" I asked a hint of concern returning to my voice once more. Why does it keep doing that? Do I actually care about Mark?

"It's healed, so don't worry about it," he answered with a shrug. That couldn't be possible. Unless he has healing or... does he?

"How? It looked like it cut really deep into your hand," I asked, trying to grab his hand and failing because of my lack of co-ordination in the dark. Usually I'm better at seeing and doing things when it's dark but with all the thoughts in my head everything is just difficult to do and focus on properly. So I just sat on the bed and looked at him.

"Perk of one of my powers I guess. I never really looked into it," he said but I knew it wasn't the truth. But I was too tired to look into it.

"Oh... ok..." I said accepting his answer. I'll go over it better when I'm awake. I stared up at him, my eyes silently searching his face. His eyes were a dark brown that were almost black in the dark and his hair was messy all over his head.

Without intending on it my eyes trailed down to his body, where his toned chest showed through his shirt. I felt my face heat slightly and make me confused. Why do I care if Mark's strong or not? He knows every fighting skill, of coarse he's going to have a toned chest. So why can't I look away from him...?

I looked back up to his face to see he was still looking at me. I felt my stomach do a flip before fluttering in my chest. What did that mean? Why do I feel all light and fluffy? Just by looking at him...

"Well if you're ok... I suppose I'll just go back to my room," I said as I got up. I knew the tone in my voice had changed but I was in a rush to leave. I didn't know what these things meant.

"Night" I heard Mark say as I reached the door. That fluttery feeling came back but I forced it away, letting my exhaustion take over.

"Night Mark." I responded, closing his door and heading to my room. What are these feelings?

~Time skippy to the mooooon~

I woke up early today, mostly cause I didn't fully go to sleep, and decided to get ready instead of trying to sleep in. I would have liked to but I knew it would just make me feel worse. I used some magic to boost my energy and get rid of the tired look on my face and smiled. Maybe today I won't have a knife thrown at me.

"You're awake!" Mark said when he saw I'd come out early. Probably expected me to sleep in too.

"Yes. I am." I responded, sleep still lingering in my voice. What? Magic doesn't remove all the affects. I walked over to the fridge, chocolate milk on my mind. I'm glad I bought some yesterday.

"You didn't strike me as the early type" Mark said, clearly trying too make small talk.

"Neither do you." I simply responded before opening a bottle of chocolate milk (yes, I did it) and drinking it. He seemed a little confused but at the same time a childish look appeared across his face.

"Smart ass," he said under his breath but I heard him.

"Oh really now?" I said, looking at him with an eyebrow raised. I put the bottle back in the fridge and turned to him.

"I have no idea what your talking about," he replied turning his head dramatically and pretending he hadn't said a word before. He is so childish and cute. Wait, what?!

"As much as I'd like to stand around and watch you be a three year old, we have school to attend," I said with a smirk, amused by his behaviour. I didn't think he had a playful side honestly. He seemed serious all the time.

"Alright, fine I'll teleport us both there," He said, a slight... reluctance? In his voice. Did he not like the idea of being around me? Did he want me to leave? I could find somewhere else to go but why did he act so chill and fun around me just to sound reluctant about taking me to school?

My thoughts were cut off by him grabbing my arm and pulling me close to him. I felt his other hand go around my neck and froze. Out faces were inches apart and it didn't look like he was going to do anything but blinked a few times and the world shifted around us and we were at school.

No one else was around so gladly they didn't see how close me and Mark had been. Mark walked me to my class and before I went in I pulled him aside to tell him something.

"Thanks by the way... For saving me. For that you've earned my trust."

I hurried into class, thinking about what I'd said. Maybe if I say he has my trust he'll give me his. But does he have my trust? I haven't really acted this way towards anyone, not even the group. Is it just cause he's new or is it because I know I need his trust? But more importantly, why does my heart flutter when I'm around him?