la collection 2

7. Desperate

Desperate

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"Eric won't answer." Max opens your office door, throwing a small pile of papers on your desk. "Good luck trying to talk to him."

Rolling your eyes, you take back the papers and run to the elevator. Eric has to sign this tonight or you'll have problems with the new initiates arriving tomorrow. When the elevator doors open you walk fast to his apartment. You knock too many times, so he'll know it is you. But after a whole minute, nothing happens.

Then you yell. Some people walk by, but you don't care. They're used to it, you've always been the loud girl. But then again, nothing. If Max went back to you with the files, it means he looked for Eric in every corner of this faction, he has to be here. The reason why he doesn't answer is a mystery. Or maybe he's dead. But, c'mon, he can't just drop dead like this. With your heart beating fast you desperately knock and scream at the same time, but silence is the only answer.

Well, you left Candor for a reason: doing crazy stuff. You remember clearly the day you broke into your friend's bedroom. Thank God your hair is pinned up. You take one of those pins off and carefully tests Eric's door. You know this type of locker, not very secure if you know how to move the pin. After almost a minute, it opens. The apartment is silent, so you walk in, heading to Eric bedroom.

That's when the air leaves your lungs and those papers all from your hands. Eric's on the floor, laid on his back with his eyes shut. Trying to think straight you run up to him, kneeling by his side. At least he's still breathing.

"Eric, what are you doing? Wake up." You lightly push his arm, struggling to avoid crying. "I'm not kidding."

Is he still breathing? Because now, with your heart pounding loudly against your chest, you can't tell.

"Eric, I'm not kidding! Wake up right now!" You're losing it, tears rolling down your cheeks.

He can't be dead. Is it even possible? He's not sick or anything, how could just die like this? He's your biggest 'what if', the man you've loved for three years now, a love so strong that made you choose leadership just so you could be a bit closer to him. But now the bastard just dies. It can't be.

"Eric, I love you. It does make me an idiot for saying it in this situation but... I just can't let you go without at least saying this out loud. I have loved you for years and now you just... You just die? It isn't fair, you idiot!"

With this anger building up from God knows where you move your hand to slap him right in the face, in order to wake him up or, well, you can't think of another reason because, suddenly, Eric's hand is holding yours before you can hit him, and with a single move, he's sitting up, his lips on yours and the butterflies on your stomach going crazy.

Your heart almost stops, and happiness and fury are fighting inside you as you pull back. Eric's smirking at you. Immediately standing up, you walk around his bedroom as the idiot gets up.

"I don't even know where to start." You burst out, gesturing for Eric to stay away when he steps closer. "You almost gave me a FREAKING HEART ATTACK!"

"Relax. I was just trying to make you admit what I've known for a long time." He grabs both your wrists when you try to slap his chest.

"You have no idea how pissed I am!"

"Shut up for a second." Eric pulls you closer, pecking your lips. "I've been trying to get a hint from you for almost one year, I was desperate."

"So you like me?"

"Yes."

"Well, sign those papers and then we'll talk." Still a bit mad, you push him away, taking the files from the floor and handing it to him. You do your best to control your emotions, since your heart in beating insanely fast.

"I'll sign these and take you to dinner."

"Just sign this stupid thing." You try to hold back a smile, but it's impossible. Soon you're smiling, watching him signing and closing the files before throwing them on his bed.

"Let's go."

"Don't get cocky, I still want to murder you."

Eric takes your hand, pulling you with him. "I can deal with it."

You roll your eyes, still holding back the happiness for finally admitting your feelings. It's a good turning for your life, you can barely wait for what's happening next.

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