twenty-one

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The girl, Rachel I heard someone call her back by the box, was by my side at once, and an arm slipped around my waist. I glance upwards Thomas was by my side to, smiling with thin lips as he held me steady. I didn't like his confidence but I felt too feeble to move away. The other boy stood awkwardly by the gate where the crowd of girls stood, mouths open and teeth showing. "I don't like to hurry you, but we need to get going." the boy said. I nod sliding out of Thomas's arm and moving toward the exit. Thomas catches up with me, whispering in my ear, his lip brushing my skin. I back away. Zoning out from his talk. He comes closer to me, stepping up against me and, wrapping his arms around me. "Let go of me" I hiss at him. "I'm sorry what?" he chuckles in my ear. "LET GO OF ME!" I shout breaking away from his arms. The smile remains on his face, like it's a joke.

I breathe heavily, my hands shaking with rage. I hated him. In fact no, thats an understatement, i loathed him with all of my soul.

Rachel glared at Thomas, his face still grinning in the corner of my eye. The short boy who had come down with Newt now stared at the ground, all thoughts of escape banished from the room. I sigh, my breath running long in the tense atmosphere. I raise my chin looking at Thomas, he had tears in his eyes.
The boy caught my stare holding it as a jewel of water slid from his eyes, crystal blue eyes now deep pools of blue tears.

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