Innocent High (Divergent Trilogy High School Slash)

Innocent High (Chapter Two)

        The bell rang and class ended. I picked up my books on my desk and was about to file out with everyone else when I heard someone call my name.

It was Eric.        

        I exhaled sharply, then turned around. I walked shakily up to his desk, setting my books down on a desk behind me.

        "Tobias," he started, lacing his fingers together like a Christian would during prayer. "I want to ask you something."

        I tapped my thigh with my fingers nervously, then nodded. I was scared of what he was going to ask.

        "Why don't you pay attention in my class?"

        "U-Um.." I stutter. Out of all questions to ask me, why was it this one. "I.." I was about to say something until I felt my heat rise higher. My cheeks feeling like they could catch fire. "I just h-have a hard time unders-s-standing the consept." I mutter nervously. 

        "Are you telling me the truth, Prior?"

        Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I needed to do something, and fast.

        "Yes sir." I lied.

         "Are you Candor, because you're really bad at lying." he said, smiling. Not a genuine smile, but a 'I can read your mind' smile.

        "I don't quite understand the process, and just learning other parts of it is just co-confusing me even more."

         I waited for a responce, but he just looked at me. I felt my palms grow sweaty. I looked at his eyes. They were gorgeous, but cold. 

                "What is distracting you?" he finally asks over a few seconds of silence.

                "You're distracting me." I blurt out, not thinking of what I was saying.

           Another moment of silence.

               "I'm distracting you?" he asks, like he didn't believe me. "How?"

        I stared at the beautiful man in front of me. His devilish smile was quite cunning to say the least. I slowly nodded my head. I couldn't turn back now. I couldn't change what I just had to say.

        "I like you, okay? Like, more than someone should like their teacher." I admit, hoping to never come back to this planet ever again afterwards. "You're way too muscular and handsome to not look at, and plus those piercings are just, wow." I half-forget that I am actually saying this outloud, and half-remember how embarassing this is. "A-A-And sometimes when you cross your arms, I wish I was inbetween them, in your warm embrace. And I'm almost positive that your hands are fucking skilled. In certain ways."

        I continued to ramble on after that, just studying his features as I did. In between sentences, I would snap back into reality and see that he was almost blushing. Maybe. He was definitely listening to me, though. He never really listens to anyone but me, come to think of it. It was strange. Maybe because when I did say something I was mainly serious? I don't have time to think about this, I need to understand what the fuck is coming out of my trap that just won't stop.

        I stop talking. I look at Eric with an awkward expression. He tapped his finger nervously on the desk.

        "May I leave now?"