glass touch

Chapter 22

The entire day I wander from class to class with a terrible ache in my chest. Aaron was a jerk to me. he's rude ignorant conceded and arrogant. But something about the way he looked at me during Fecing class was alarmling. Plus he looks really unhealthy today. I cant but help but bite my lip nervously and rub my jamds together as I walk into Dance class wondering why he's been with the school nurse for so long.

He's been there for almost two hours.

I just cant understand Aaron looked fine when I'd seen him on Saturday. What happened in the day and a half between our encounters to make him so...sick? Hell I'm not even sure if sick is the right word for it. Aaron hadn't looked just sick. He'd looked drained. Pale. Week.

I was worried about him and disguted by him at the same time.

How dare he try to cancel our tutoring sessions without my concent? Did he even thing my opinion mattered? Yeah he might be withering in pain right now, but I'm mind of hurt too as selfish as that sounds. As far as I know I'm not as selfish as Aaron is.

After thinking all of that I instantly feel the guilt. I sink down against the wall and bow my head. I should be changing behind one of the nurmerous curtins on the right side of the Dance room right now but I'm just too stressed to even think about dancing today.

"Caitlyn?" A femine soft voice asks."Is something bothering you?"

I look up to see Anabel walking towards me from her desk. She's proberly the teacher her that has show me the most compassion with the dress she gave me to wear for my presentation on Friday even though I'm secretly petrified to do that. Before I can wave her away she sits down on her knees beside me folding her hands into her lap.

I shrugged," I don't really want to talk about it." I answered completely honestly.

She studies me with her light pink eyes then smiled a brilliant smile. Anabel and Vivian are probably the most beautul women I've ever seen. Anabel has dark hair almost as dark as Aaron's and as I just mentioned light pink eyes. Her skin is fair and blemish free. Everyone here is so perfect. I feel like I'm the only one with flaws.

"A lot of people would disagree with this but talking about it doesn't help." She informed, then gave me a small wink.

To be honest I did want to talk about it. I just didn't think Anabel would actually understand. I figured that Anabel wasn't going to let me off the hook with this so I sighed in defeat and began explaining everything that had happened.

"I'm worried about this guy I know...Aaron Stone,,, " I felt butterflies in my stomach when I said his name. " I shouldn't be." He wants nothing to do with me.... but today he looked really unhealthy and he collapsed in my second hour. He had to go to the school nurse."

Anabel cocked her head to the side.

"If you think you shouldn't be worried about him then why are you?" she asked me looking genuinely concerned. This was the first time ever in my lifetime that I'd felt like a teacher actually cares about me.

I shook my head.

"I dunno...I just am. I feel things for him that I don't want to feel....confusing things." I gulped. I'd only thought about it until now, but saying that out loud made things completely different.

It made it true. Annabel sighed then grinned a little and stood. I stood with her. She walked over to her desk and began sorting through a few flies. I steeped closer so that I was a few feet away from her desk then began rubbing my palms together.

"Aaron is a strange kid isn't he?" Anabel asked me still grinning.

I nodded, "I completely agree with that. He's the strangest."

Anabel came to a stop at one of the flies then gave me a mischievous look.

"I'm really not supposed to be doing this... but when you have access to the entire school's records why not? But promiseme this... promise me to give Aaron some time. He really needs it. It could be hard to do that,but just bear with me."

I was a little confused with what she was saying for a moment and the thought of leaving Aaron to his own devices for a whle clawed at me. I've never really been clingy... but when I though of spending longer than a few days away from Aaron I began to sweat nervously. Still I nodded.

"Alright....oh woops!" she yelped dropping a ile onto the floor in front of me. "Could you pick that up for me Caitlyn? I am so clumsy."

She giggled but I could tell it was fake. I picked up the vanilla folder and studied it, then gasped at the name that was written in Sharpie marker on the tab.

Aaron stone.

"Actually Caitlyn,..." Anabel began tapping her finger against her chin."Can you taje that down to the office for me after school?"

I was about to nod when she gave me another wink, and I finally got what she was trying to say. My hands began to shake as I looked down at the vinalla folder, maybe I shouldn't be this excited over something like this but no matter how I feel I still intake a sharp breath at the sudden realization,

She really wants me to keep his records?

I looked back up at her. She leaned against her desk with asneaky look in her eye still grinning as she crosses her arms and legs. On the inside I felt extremily guilty as I held a folder containg most of Aarons personal life in my hands. But it was more than just guilt... I felt like doing this would be a huge mistaje bigger than it seemed.

But I just couldn't help myself. I nodded tucking the folder into my backpack then zipping it back up again.

"You can count on me," I assured Anabel

Anabel nodded then rested a hand on my shoulder.

"if you have chosen a song for your presentation you can sit out for today, I know you're feeling a little stressed, do you have your song chosen?" she asked me guiding me back to where I had been sitting.

I nodded sunddenly thankful I had already chosen my song.