What Matters

Chapter Three: Entwined

(Hey guys...this chapter still needs editing but I wantes to put it up for you too see. I know it's rushed to meeting the guy but I just had to get it put xxx hope you like ;-) xxxx)

His eyes were glued to mine, not shifting when my stare turned into a glare directed to him.

Having him stare at me and only being inches away from me, I felt like he was looking into my soul. My mother had always said that the eyes were the windows into the soul. I liked that saying until now where I wished my eyes were doors to my soul so that I could slam them shut and lock him out.

His gaze was intense as his smooth eyes looked longingly into mine, confusing me more. Who was this guy? And why was he still staring at me? They didn’t shift away from me at all, despite my deadly glare. They were still sparkled with curiosity, but I could see a tint of concern and amusement mixed together.

I instantly didn’t like him. It was unfair, but life is unfair. I know that much. Scowling at him, I moved back in the bench as far from him as possible until my back brushed against the back of the bench. My eyes narrowed at him, my brow pulling together sharply. I wanted to get out of there, as far away as possible.

“Sorry” I whispered, trying to move around him and to get away from his intense stare.

“Wait” he said pushing me back onto the bench when I attempted to move around him.

He smiled amused at me, his hand lingering on my arms, sending warmth through my body like electricity. I clamped my teeth together stopping the grown I was about to release.

A silent laughter eroded from his mouth, rumbling through his whole body, his broad shoulders moving up and down as he laughed. My brow lifted, waiting for him to continue, impatiently. Pulling my arms across my chest, I stared at him hard, not liking being forced to talk to him.

With a boyish smile on his face, he spoke. His voice was soft and slid through my ears like music, tingling my insides, making my stomach flutter with thousands of butterflies.

“What’s your name?” he asked, a smile in his voice as he spoke.

My eye brows drew together, my eyes glaring at him. His face appeared serious, but I couldn’t understand why. It was obviously a joke; he had to know who I am unless he lives under a rock.

“Are you joking?” I asked him, anger rising through me. I didn’t need his sarcasm. I didn’t need any of it. Yet here he knelt smirking at me through his eye lashes. I didn’t understand him at all. Part of me thought I never would.

He frowned at me, confused by my question. “No, I’m not joking” he breathed, resting his hands on the bench either side of me, watching me carefully. “Why would I be?” he asked, seeming confused.

I huffed, was he blind or just ignorant? Did he not see everyone staring at me in English, their eyes glued to me like a gravitational force? Even he was staring, an unfamiliar face from a guy I didn’t know.

Angry at him, I pushed his shoulders back, causing him to rock on his heel as I stood up and attempted to walk around him. I felt a zap of electricity run through my body as I pushed past him. It flooded through my body, my walls crumbling when I felt it. It tingled my centre, warming my frozen heart.

My heart dropped into my stomach, heaving as I gasped slightly, pulling back immediately from him.

Jumping back, he stumbled to his feet, his face flushed like I’d given him an electric shock. From the startles look on his face I could see that he felt what I had felt. As I went to step around me, he grabbed my hand, sliding his warm palm over mine, smooth against my skin. I stopped short, my eyes falling to our enlaced hands, his grip firm and strong, yet comforting at the same time.