Uncontrollable

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Dalin

I'm messing with my fingers when she comes out of the locker room. All the blood that once halted me from touching her is gone. I noticed how dark her hair was earlier in the hall, but now it's a shade darker than her original color. She looks stunning. She's wearing black cargo capris again but with a light green shirt that brings out her eyes. Her eyes are my moons, grey and everlasting. It amazes me how much she affects me. I think...I think I love her. I want to tell her, I wanna shout it for the world to hear but then her brothers might come to her.

"So, what was it that you wanted to talk to me about? How much you hate me, loathe me, or how I disgust you?" She bombards me with outrageous questions and I'm floored.

"What! No. I came here to apologize to you," I stumble on my words still unclear of how to go about saying my feelings. I notice immediately that her eyes begin to have a little twinkle, not only that but they seem to have a slight hint of blue.

"I'm sorry for being so rude and mean to you earlier. It's not like me and I know that it's not like you to do what you did. I understand that now that I've had time to think it over. You just...when it comes to you I just can't think straight. I should loathe you," my words make her reach toward me. I let her touch me on my left hand but I hold up my right hand to silence her. "Everybody is miserable here and all I can think about is how I can't wait till the next time I see you. It's not natural. You mesmerize me. And earlier you said...you said you loved me," I repeat her words that have affected me so much this night.

Her breathing catches and her hand tightens in mine. Her hand is warm and I can feel sweat pooling in her palm.

HOLY CRAP IS SHE NERVOUS?

I tighten my grip on her hand as well. I love her touch. Even if it is just a small portion like my hand, I waffle my hand through hers and pull her toward the gym bleachers. I take advantage of the situation and think of what to say when we sit down. I make my way up the stairs. When I hit the tenth step I guide her with me to the far edge. I sit and pull her down with me. Her face is a tomato, she keeps shying away from me. I grab her chin and force her to look at me. Alana leans her head into my hand but quickly shrugs off my hand and turns away.

"Hey, what's wrong? I didn't mean to make you feel..."I fade away.

WHAT DID I MAKE HER FEEL? SURELY NOTHING TOO BAD.

"No, I'm fine. It's just that I feel the same. I'm not for you. I have an evil inside me that I desperately try to hide and yet you're still attracted to me. Holding your hand like this calms me, I feel at peace. Jeremy...Jeremy used to make me laugh when I felt like this. And now, now he's gone. I wanna scream every second of the day but when I'm with you, that urge disintegrates. I'm an awful match for you. I don't deserve you. You have the kindest heart and I keep breaking it. You are too pure for someone so dark and corrupted. I'm sorry," she says in a rush.

"You couldn't be more wrong. For craps sake!!! I love you Alana! I've never felt this way about anyone," I blurt out. Her jaw is on the floor. Slowly but surely her lips pull up.

"You love me. You. Love. Me," she repeats, testing out the words.

Very quickly, she moves toward me. She grabs my head with intention to kiss me but rests her forehead on mine. "I love you too," she whispers. I wrap my arms around and enjoy the feeling of her in my arms.

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Alana

I'm walking down fast down the flight of stairs.