The Feeling of Touch

Chapter 8

Her grey eyes were fixed on him, like a lion waiting to pounce on its prey. His every moments were being closely monitored by her. At this point, one would assume she was deeply in love with him and on the verge of becoming a stalker. This was quite true in a way, she would have to get close to him. 

Having her siblings in the same class as her, was already gruesome; but she sure enough didn't want any form of involvement with them. They had the same last name, but they looked nothing alike. Nobody assumed they were related in that way. She was far more beautiful than Dove, now fifteen, her beauty was quite noticed by everyone around her. Sure enough, Dove was quite envious of this and wasn't hesitant to find any way to attract all the attention to herself. 

Kirsten wasn't wearing her gloves, and Dove used this to her advantage. She approached her, and those grey eyes of her's slowly met hers.

"Finally, you aren't wearing those wretched gloves of yours," she remarked with a smirk on her face. The bystanders were in a state of confusion as to why she would approach that girl and ask about gloves.

"Not now Dove, I see you enough at home and I surely don't even want to make any contact with her as well."

"Why are you so cold towards us?" "You know we love you," Cameron joined in.

"Dear sister."

Their confusion was now resolved, now the others knew what was going on here. They were all siblings even if it didn't appear so.

The twins were getting satisfied as their tormenting looked like it was affecting her. Her hands were in her pockets, and she could feel the silk of the gloves gently caressing her skin. At any cost, she wouldn't touch anyone. 

"Are you going to cry?" Dove questioned her.

"I wouldn't for any of your petty actions," "Even if I saw you in a coffin, not a single tear would run down my face."

Her smirk was now gone, and she lifted her hand. Kirsten was actually defenseless in a situation like that, since she knew she couldn't touch her without her gloves on and it was absolutely pointless to try to put them on in that moment. A hand stopped Dove's, as she was inches away from slapping Kirsten. It was his hand, the boy with no life fragments.

"It would be a shame to have your pretty face touched with such dirty hands," he said as he still held Dove's wrist." Especially from someone like her."

"Let go of my sister's hand!" Cameron screamed as he made a sudden swing.

He dodged it and grabbed his arm and pulled it back as a loud crack filled the room.

Cameron was on the floor screaming, as Dove called his name, wrist still being held.Kirsten was in a state of shock and amazement. A teacher walked in and he let the wrist go. 

"The first day back, and you're still causing trouble," "You don't get tired of it Anthony Michaelis?"

He made his way out the door, and Cameron was taken to the infirmary, with a mortified Dove behind him. Kirsten was happy though, he had stood up for her and now she knew his name. A beautiful name. She had to thank him for what he had done, so she made it her mission to do so.