How To Love ✓

13.

Amara

"So, this will be our last class discussion on Wuthering Heights. For your next assignment I want each and every one of you to write a summary of the great novel, which will be marked as your first course work." As the professor continued on with her lecture, I zoned out for the rest of the class and focused on the tattooed boy that calmly sat on the opposing side of me, staring intensively at the outside, not even paying attention himself.

I didn't know where these new feelings, this new attention on something rather than my purpose here, was coming from, very much mislead by all means necessary.

My mind reeled with thoughts of his lips molded against mines, too paralysed to react the way I desperately wanted to. To inch closer to his soul and make him let himself go to me. I wanted to be friends with Lucien, at least Sylvia was, even though they were a thing. I wanted to have a decent friendship with Lucien King, to be there for him when he needed someone, to abide by his side, the same way I needed someone myself.

The first bell rang, pulling me out of my string of thoughts. I smiled at the few students who waved at me, and I headed to my other class with a challenge on my mind. Taking my normal seat, students started filling the seats, with no sign of the chocolate haired boy yet.

I really wanted to start the project we had together, more than ever now. I'm elated to share something with him, because I'm hoping that we can use this time to bond. Additionally, these past few days we never really got the chance to discuss schoolwork further.

"Alright everyone, partner up," Dr. Hill declared and I sighed as I was left partner less for a few seconds until I felt a presence beside me.

"Let's get on with this shit, shall we?" he mumbled and organised his utensils needed. I sat silently, waiting for him to connect his eyes with mines. When he realised I didn't move or speak, he finally does with a confused face. I shook my head and smiled widely.

"Why are you so happy?" he asked.

"No reason," I responded dryly, shrugging as it I had no ulterior motive.

He chuckled and pulled out a clean sheet of paper. During the rest of the 2 hours we had for class, I was in and out of reality. It was difficult to not stare at Lucien's perfectly sculpted features and not wonder who was the amazing woman that birthed an individual as beautiful yet dangerous as him.

"Amara," he snapped his fingers in front of my face, and I twitched forward.

I coughed. "Huh?"

"I said that we should meet at my dorm later to discuss the assignment more," he spoke slowly, making sure I comprehended.

I nodded. "Yeah, sure. Room number?"

He scribbled something on a piece of paper and pushed it to my table.

"Thanks." He half smiled and pulled out his phone to do whatever he does. I easily ignored him for the rest of my time as he doesn't even try to talk to me.

I did a fast sketch of his face structure before the class ended. I briskly hurried to my room and took a small nap, not before setting a decent time on the alarm clock to wake me up in time to shuffle over to Lucien's room.

Not even 10 minutes into the nap, a knock on the door interrupted my peace. I huffed and strode over to the door, opening it to reveal Lucien, hands in his pocket.

"Is it already time to meet you?" I whined.

"No actually. You were on my mind, so I told myself that I'd come get you," he said simply, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Well let me just organise my stuff and we'll head over there," I turned away to walk over to the now, newly computer table (all the dorms got new desks which I'm happy about because Syl and I's were basically shedding old granny sugar) when he grabbed my upper hand to stop me.

"Just grab your art journal and drawing utensils and put on some shoes. We're going for a drive," he added, glancing down to my naked unpolished toes. I did as I was told and as per usual, left Sylvia a note, informing her of my whereabouts.

He led me out to his classic convertible and surprisingly acted as a gentleman by opening the car door and making sure I was comfortable before getting in himself and pulled out the campus. We were a little way out of town which left me to wonder where we were headed.

As he flicked through his radio station, I decided to break the deafening silence. "Where are you taking me Lucien?"

He doesn't answer right away as he was still looking for the right station. He glanced over to me for a moment then fixated his eyes back on the road. "Somewhere," he answered as-a-matter-of-factly.

"I hope you're not a serial killer," I joked, and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards.

"I promise you I'm not. Anything is possible though," he answered.

"Why did you kiss me the other night?" I blurted out, causing him to frown.

"That was a mistake."

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