HIDDEN (Hide Or Die)

Chapter 9

-Warning: this chapter contains a sexual scene further into the chapter, if it triggers you and\ or makes you uncomfortable please skip towards the second red dot. It'll mark the end of the scene you wish to skip.-

ANDREW'S P.O.V.

My eyes went over his duo eyes, drowning in the clear lakes of blue, and the way his fair eyelashes still gathered thickly to frame his eyes furthermore despite the lightness. His high cheekbones the prettiest rose shade I've ever seen, and the glow that emitted from his pristinely clear skin had me wondering just how soft his skin was. Flawless. His nose shaped perfectly to match his ethereal aura, and his reddishly tinted lips were hostage to his teeth as he continued to bite into them. I wanted to pull them free, tell him no one was allowed to bite those sinfully full lips except me. But... I'm not gay, so why am I thinking this way.

He's the most beauteous individual I've ever came to see. His pale complexion just added to his appeal, and I wondered for a second if he was sent down from heaven, for one person to hold this much beauty in his face, for innocence to be the one thing you could see in his eyes, is simply... mythical. I looked him over and over as if trying to commit it to memory, as if this was the only time I'd be able to look at him from this perspective.

My eyes went to his eyebrows, drown inwards in concentration and his eyes returned their reflection of worry, hidden behind his thick glasses and I can only say it added something to his cuteness. But even with his weird sense of fashion, just looking at his face took my breath away. And I had to hold back from the raw need of devouring him. I saw his lips move but I couldn't concentrate on anything but the way his lips jutted forward with each word, appearing more appealing and inviting.

"-drew? Did you hear me?" I looked up, realizing I was spacing way too far, but I didn't do anything, waiting for him to repeat, "I said, I'm sorry for delaying you, and that if you could please step back so that I can get out?-" I wanted to close my eyes to bathe in his voice as it ringed in my ears, smooth and airy like a caress of rose petal.

"- I don't want you to get detention because of me, so If you-" I would gladly miss math and go to detention if you'll keep talking. That thought suddenly brought me back to him, his backpack in hand and him looking at me with a waiting and questioning gaze, I then realized I had gone into another trance, and was halting his path. I discreetly cleared my throat and stepped back and simply stared at him as he so easily got out of the car. Taken aback by the sudden change in his behavior, guilt-trip worked after all.

I wanted to have thoughts similar to 'I wish I knew that prior and used it in the beginning' and 'that would have cut me some slack, now I have to run to class.' but I didn't. And I found myself thankful as thoughts of missing hearing his voice, or seeing his flawless countenance had that happened, filled my head. I shook my head quickly and blamed it-once again- on the lack of sleep. I can't be thinking about a guy in this manner. If a whiff of this got to Matt he'd never speak to me again. And it wasn't fair to Helen either. I shouldn't think of anyone else in a similar manner when I had my nice and lovely girlfriend. I'm not gay.

I blinked, trying to calm my beating heart without seeming too obvious. All that went in vain when I felt his hand slip in mine, it was soft and warm and fitted perfectly in the slots of my palm. The shade difference in our skin was comical, while I was on the paler side, he was so whitish to where I suspected him never got under the sun. He waved his goodbyes to his mother and I found myself reciprocating his actions dumbly as he pulled me along to the school's gate.