YOUNG GOD- REWRITE

TWO

THE ONLY WAY I COULD describe the walk was as unbearably awkward. I made sure to keep a good two feet of distance between us, which proved to be difficult because it seemed like he kept moving closer and closer to me. I was practically scraping the wall before he decided to speak up.

"So what class do you have next?" he asked, breaking the deafening silence between us. I tensed up until I realized that we were walking, but I hadn't told him where my class was located. I was thinking too much into this, he was just walking me to class for God's sake.

"Chemistry," I told him, which took me a second as I tried to recall my schedule in my head. It was the start of a new semester, so I still wasn't accustomed to the new classes I had. He nodded and the atmosphere between us went back to silence. The science classes were located on the other side of the building, which I cursed because that allowed for more tension to build up.

I wasn't sure why there was any tension, to begin with. We hadn't left things on bad terms before he left; actually, we didn't leave them on any terms. I suppose I was just uncomfortable because Leonardo and I had never really talked much before. What was his sudden interest to talk to me?

"It's been a while since I've last seen you," he spoke up, aiming his head to look at me. I could feel his eyes staring into the side of my head, but I kept my eyes glued to the floor, with my focus on my shoes.

"You left for a little while there," I replied.

I finally mustered the courage to look at him, just to have him looking back at me. Our eyes locked and immediately, I could feel my heart rate picking up. His eyes were intense as they drilled holes into my soul. If he couldn't even hold eye contact normally, there was no way this guy was easy going.

A smirk crafted onto his face, bringing my attention away from his eyes as they took in the plump lips that adorned his face. "It was the longest two years of my life, being away from you."

My eyes widened and I felt my cheeks getting hot as I immediately turned my attention back to the ground. He couldn't be serious, right? Was this his lame attempt to try and get into my pants? If it was, it wasn't working. Claire was right, boys do suck.

I rolled my eyes, suddenly not interested in his company anymore. "What? Look whatever you're up to, leave me out of it, okay?"

I walked away from him, leaving him stunned for a moment before he grabbed my wrist, stopping me from continuing down the hall.

"What are you talking about?" He asked me, his brows furrowed in confusion. I'll give him props, he was a good actor.

"Smooth-talking won't work on me, okay? Find another girl to fall for that shit," I rolled my eyes, now standing in front of him.

His rough hand reached under my chin and lifted my head up so we were face to face. I hadn't noticed how close he had gotten to me, and how his body was a mere couple inches away from mine. "I wasn't trying to smooth talk you, I was just simply expressing how I felt. I'm sorry if it rubbed you the wrong way, that wasn't my intention." His eyes appeared genuine, and my lips puckered up when I realized the mistake I made. I couldn't help the pang of disappointment that filled my chest. What the hell, why was I disappointed he wasn't making a move?

"I apologize for accusing you of something," I shook my head, and we kept walking down the hall.

"You have nothing to apologize for. I guess I'll just have to explain myself better tonight because it appears we've arrived at your class," he told me, and sure enough, we were standing in front of my class.

My brows furrowed in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

"I believe that our parents are having dinner later tonight, so it looks like we'll be eating together. I also figured that since we'll be going to the same place, we could ride together?" he questioned and before I could deny he spoke up again, "Great, so then I'll pick you up from European History and we could take my car back to your house."