Ari's POV
OK the fact that I'm practically staring at a sleeping person who has no Idea that I'm hear might by considered creepy to some people, but I'm trying to figure out something though, meaning I have a reason for staring right now.
Firstly, this confirms my theory from earlier this morning, he really had a terrible night, and by the look of things it seems this nap he's taking doesn't seem to be helping. His forehead seems to be sweating, soaking most of the front hair covering his eyes, his eyes are squeezed shot, but it also looks like he's frowning (even in his sleep he seems grumpy), and lastly his breathing seems really heavy, he really isn't enjoying this nap at all, he's probably having a nightmare.
Now as if me staring and observing is not creepy enough, I don't know what makes me move towards him, well that was after I made sure no one was watching, and when I'm quietly close to him, I squat in front of him trying to get a better view of his face, which by the way even in this troubled sleep still looks as handsome as ever, don't judge me, I might be wierd but I know beauty when I see it.
Once I'm done admiring his face, I stretch out my hands praying silently that I'm not caught, and once I place my hand on his hair and see he still hasn't woken up, I release a breath I didn't even realize I was holding. I start slowly and lightly running my fingers through his hair, the same way Carla had done for me yesterday, I figured since it calmed me and helped me sleep that it would probably have the same effect on him and maybe help him sleep better, an unintentional smile makes it's way to my face as I see him visibly relax under my touch, his hair is really soft though, and I might be enjoying this more than he is right now.
Now I know what your thinking, why am I helping someone who would probably kill me if he found out I came close to him, much more if he found out I touched him?, well at the moment, even I don't have an answer to that question and honestly at the moment I don't want to think of the consequences of my action right now, but of course as usual the universe seems to have other plans as after a few seconds the bell rings making me freeze in my current position.
I could her the beating of my own heart the moment he opens his eyes staring at me who freezes in fear for the second time today and because of him, again. Thankfully before he saw me, my hand was already removed from his head, so now it just looks like I'm a creepy person watching a guy sleep, a guy who has a very colorful temper, and who definetly caught me.
"What are you doing?"he asks, his voice sounding genuinely confused, but the huskiness of his voice, probably due to the fact that he just woke up from sleep, causes goosebumps to rise on my skin.
"N-nothing." I reply while quickly getting up and taking few steps back. When I see him try to get up from his position on the floor, I figure out that this situation will probably not end well for me if he did, so I do the next reasonable thing that comes to my mind, I run, I run and I don't look back to see if he's behind me, I just run, and once I reach the table I was in, I gather my stuff and quickly run out of the library not caring about the stares or the fact that I looked like a mad woman running like that, I just run with only one thought in mind, I'm totally screwed.
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After anxiously waiting for class to finally end as I'm not able to focus on anything the teacher says, due to the fact that I don't know what I got myself into or what I was thinking when I even approached Eric during his sleep, maybe Carla is right, maybe there really is a spell placed on me to just piss off Eric, because other than that I don't know why I did what I did but what I do know is that I'm definetly in trouble. Once I'm out of class to make my way to the cafeteria I'm suddenly startled by a very mad Carla practically jumping to my face.
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