As you say

Chapter 2

I felt the earth moving underneath me. I was quite alarmed, but I was too warm, too comfortable to care. Until I felt someone stroking my cheek. My eyes flew open and I sat up so fast I only saw black spots for several moments, then my vision cleared and I saw an anxious looking Blake peeking at me from under his lengthy hair.

"How did you sleep?" he asked me.

"Like a baby," I smiled, scooting away from him, though the limited space on the bus was a bit problematic in the situation. He relaxed, obviously, at the distance. I felt thr edge of my smile twitch, but I kept it there.

"And you?" I asked him.

"Not a wink." He was telling the truth,  if the shadows under his eyes were any indication.             

I shake my head, dramatically, "Blake! You know you're going to be a huge partypooper now, crankypants!" I said pouting. He rolled his eyes at me. I never swear. I don't. And it's not a religious thing, it is just that my mom taught me not too, and I listen to her.

"Most probably, but I just couldn't sleep. You were distracting me," he joked.

"Must have been talking in my sleep again, huh?" I glared at him, mock-challenging him.

"Yeah, the driver asked me to stuff the curtain in your mouth to shut you up," he said boldly.

"That was the best idea he could come up with?" I laughed.

"Right after snogging you, yeah," he said oh-so-casually.

I couldn't help it. I choked, gawping up at him. He took one look at my expression and burst into hysterical giggles, manly giggles if I've ever heard any. He was so hilarious I myself fell into the aisle of the bus laughing at him. Him, being the "gentleman" that he was, stood up to help me, but what an epic fail.

He fell on top of me as the bus rambled over a pothole, and he was effectively overstepping every single barrier I had built up between us in the last two years. I couldn't breathe, and it wasn't because he was crushing me. Okay, it was partly because of that, but the other part was my body trying to control my disobedience. I felt crushed, my mind felt empty for all but one thought, to get away. I have to! It was driving me down, it would until I was powerless, until I was- 'I HAVE TO GET AWAY FROM HIM, NOW!' My mind screamed at my body in a blind panic. I squirmed and struggled and did my best to keep my mouth shut. It was torture, yet it is the best feeling I've ever experienced since the Morph. It was a torturous pleasure to feel his warm body pressed so tightly against mine. He got off me - though it felt as if he was taking his time, mind you - and I could breathe again.

Well, not yet, since I was practically hyperventilating right now. I most probably looked like a dying hippopotamus. Fantastic. I glared up weakly at Blake, ignored his out reached hand and got up myself. I tried to take calming, deep breaths as I collapsed into my seat.

Blake awkwardly shuffles past me and sits down at his window seat. He looked strange. Like he was lost, or taking a math test. I eye him quizzically. He just shrugged. I roll my eyes, making a mental note to ask him about it when I was sure the probability of me having a panic attack has disappeared.

'It didn't seem as if he noticed ...' I thought to myself, studying him quizzically. He did nothing but test the window's ability to get steamed up. Frowning, he poked and prodded the bag hanging of the seat in front of him.

'His walls are back up again. Idiot...' I thought, viciously, to myself.