All Roads Lead to Your Eyes

#4

* He was watching her from a distance. Perfect stranger with who he had shared lots of things nevertheless. It was like this that he thought of her. Never more. One night wasn’t enough to say that he knew her. He knew that she was gentle, that she was pretty —just what is needed— and that her name was Lea. Not more. Not less. Just what it took in order not to torture the mind.

He hadn’t seen her in a while. He didn’t really pay attention as a matter of fact. He lived his life without worrying about the others’. He was selfish, he was a bastard and he knew it. But he was a beautiful and popular bastard. And that… That made all the difference. He was having fun until he couldn’t, was making use of his youth and didn’t ask himself any question. His most serious relationship only lasted a week and he found that broadly too much. Yes, he was a bastard. A manipulator, a hypocrite, a liar. So what?

He watched her more intently. She was chewing on her pen and her gaze was strolling around the bundle of papers scattered in front of her. She seemed to revise. He sighed, asking himself if he should do the same thing but soon changed his mind, too slacker to pull out anything. His eyes left her and stopped on the pendulum of which the cold tic-tac resonated at his ears. He observed the hour. Dear god, why did time refuse elapse faster?

He got up. *

I had to return my Spanish commentary two hours later and I had only written three lines. I sighed, looking for an idea. Quickly. But it didn’t come. My brain was surprisingly empty these days. I then thought of Charlie, a smile on my lips. I would’ve loved if she helped me a bit in Spanish, she was really good. But today she had decided not to come to class. It took her from time to time, estimating that classes wouldn’t help her with anything with her future career, namely a comedian. I imagined her on the boards, as light as air, free, amusing, herself.

“Bo.”

That hot breath that caressed my ear made me violently jump, tearing a little scream from me. I heard a laugh. I froze. His laugh. His laugh that was here, like a half-forgotten melody. What did he want from me? Calm, Lea… It’s over. There had been nothing between you and him. It’s a complete fascination, don’t get any wrong ideas. It isn’t supposed to do something to you when you see him. Think of Edward, think of Edward, think of Edward… I slowly turned around towards him.

I met his eyes. I struggled to believe it. He was there, next to me. So close suddenly. Almost immediately all my repressed feelings welled up in my throat, confirming to me thus that I hadn’t drawn a line on that night. Far from that. It was pathetic and frustrating.

I hid my turmoil and glared at him, not really knowing what I had to say.

“No one ever taught you the politeness of announcing yourself?”

“And you, no one ever taught you to watch your back?”

He watched me with a charming smile, I closed my eyes a little bit dazzled but I decided not to let it go. Not to relapse like I had.

I cleared my throat, trying to adopt the most natural ton possible whilst my mind was still in shock.

“What are you doing here?”

“I got kicked out of class.”

“No… I meant, why did you come to see me?”

He shrugged.

“I was getting bored. Can I sit?”

“Do I really have the choice?”

“That would be ruining an opportunity that many other girls would love to have.”

“Right, screw you.”

I think that it was in that moment that everything started. Our story. Me and him. It wasn’t my first story, nor my last but it was from those that we don’t forget. Because it was with him. Harry.