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Emotions!!!! Love And Lust?? Lying??

There was a permanent blush on my face for the rest of the day. Everything that almost reminded me of Mr. Hall sent my cheeks into a rosy overdrive. I couldn't look at anyone due to the fear of giving my emotions away....

What were my emotions?? I wasnt sure what I felt about anything anymore, let alone Mr. Hall and I....how did I let that almost happen?! I let my guard down, and he got close to me. I wasn't used to people breaking down my walls with such ease.

I sighed with relief as the bell rang. I wanted to go home as quickly as possible. I walked to my locker, got my things, and slung my backpack over my shoulder. Suddenly, a hand closed my locker and I turned to see David, leaning against it smiling.

"Heya, Persephone."

I arched an eyebrow as an answer.  David blinked in surprise, turning a little red before continuing.

"So, I'm having a party tonight and-"

"The answer's no." I said blankly, the corners of my mouth almost twitching into a smile.

"What?? Did u just say-"

"Did I stutter?!" I smirked, looking at him. "I said no."

"But...."

"But nothing, unless you'd like to explain why you're so interested in me now." I said.

"...I..I....Can't..." he mumbled.

"Then that's my cue to leave." I say, continuing down the hallway. 

I almost got to the door, when David's voice rang out.

"Persephone, wait!" he yelled.

I stopped in my tracks, turning around. He was right in front of me, his face a little flushed.

"I...I don't know how I just noticed this.....you're hot, and smart, and hilarious, and I think I lo-"

"No. You. Dont, David. You don't even know what love is, only lust. And those are two very different things."

I opened the door with my hip and walked out of the school, leaving David inside.

The more I thought about it, the more anxious I got. What did Mr. Hall and I feel. I truly didn't think it was love, more like an overwhelming desire for each other.

I stopped inwardly arguing with myself and carried on to the parking lot. I was trying to figure out feelings that didn't exist. I tried to convince myself I had no feelings whatsoever for Mr. Hall, and he felt the same about me. I knew it was a lie but if you lie to yourself so much, maybe it becomes the truth.

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I spotted Mr. Hall's car and walked over to it, glancing inside. He was already inside the car, the engine shut off and the doors locked.  I arched an eyebrow and knocked on the window. The doors unlocked with a sharp click in response.  I opened the car door, sliding into the leather seat. Mr. Hall's hands were gripped tightly around the steering wheel. The car keys were already in the ignition, but it wasn't turned. I slowly reached over his arm and turned the car on. The sudden noise of the engine bursting to life jolted him out of his trance. He looked upset.

"uhh, is everything okay...?"

"Not at all... I'll be fine, though."

".... Ian..." I said in a small voice.  He tensed, glancing over at me before turning his attention to the road.

The drive to my house was silent, the tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. What had him so...on edge?  Once he pulled up to my house, he got out of the car. I sighed and followed him. I couldn't believe it. He had me trailing after him like a lost puppy. After I tried to convince myself I didn't feel anything.  Pfft. I opened the front door and walked into the house, setting my things on the couch like before. Mr. Hall got out a calculator and sat down.

".....You're using a calculator?"

"Yeah. So what?" he replied with a hint of irritation on his face.

"You said you didn't need one. "

"I do today. " he answered, running a hand through his hair.

There was only silence for a moment. I desperately wanted a reaction out of him.

"L?"

He froze, clenching his hand and the calculator snapped in half. I gasped, standing up and backing away.

"What did you just call me? " he said through clenched teeth.

"L." I boldly replied, attempting to put on a bravado. Mr. Hall was immediately in front of me, his eyes growing darker. This time I knew I wasn't imagining it.

"Have you been following me around? How do you know that.... other name?"

"I n-never followed you!!!" Mr. Hall arched an eyebrow and pinned me against the wall.

"I think you're lying..." he said. 

I instantly blushed a deep red, my hands felt ablaze as he intertwined our fingers together.  What is he doing...?

"I'm not lying!"

"Then how did you find out I was called L....?" he murmured, angling his head so it was at my ear. I shivered.

"T-the dreams I've been having...you're at meetings-" I stammered. 

Worry flashed across his face, before it went back to normal.

"...You're crazy, Persephone. What would a dream have to do with anything? " he said calmly,  backing away from me. 

"Now you're the one lying!" I snapped, my voice rising as I took an angry step towards him.

"The way you reacted, how you broke a calculator, how your eyes change, what happened in school today....." I trailed off.

"It's all proof! you-you're not normal!"

Mr. Hall's expression was blank and that irritated me to no end. My courage was strengthening, I marched up to him.

"TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE!" I shouted. He looked down at me.

"I.....I can't.... at least not now....please..."

My eyes widened in surprise. He was begging?  It couldn't be so horrible that he couldn't tell me. I sighed, my angry mood subsiding.

"Fine...." I muttered.

Mr. Hall wrapped an arm around my waist and I froze up,  looking at him in awe. He pulled me closer and our faces were inches apart. I desperately wanted to close the gap between us, but I stayed still.

"Don't be angry with me...." he whispered.

"Why would I be...?" I gazed into his eyes; they were now a dark grey. I didn't even question how they changed so drastically in color, nothing made sense to me anymore.

Mr. Hall hesitated and his eyes started to return to normal.

"I....I have to go...." he muttered and turned away, walking into the main corridor.

"...Ian, wait-"

I was answered with the sound of the door shutting. It was then I realized how heavily I had been breathing. I collapsed on the couch, groaning in irritation. 

How could he make me feel this way?