Light in the Dark

Light in the Dark

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My life was typical enough: reasonable parents, good enough grades and obsessed with my music. My other qualities, society shunned me for: my being a pastel emo "freak", my piercings and being a total loner. They don't phase me though, I've gotten by just fine in high school. However, as I'm sitting in the back of my French class, something shifts. Not a shift as in the Earth or arrangement of the classroom within itself. But a shift in presence, the air around me. To tie everything up in a pretty, little bow, a new kid strode into the class like he's been here forever. He scanned the room after a brief introductory from the teacher and his eyes locked with mine. I looked away and realized the only empty desks were around me. I know he's going to sit around me, but I didn't realize it would be the desk right next to me. He muttered something as he sat down and my eyes went wide in realization of what he said: "Mine."
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"Hold on your bow tie..." I trailed of as I stepped closer to him, and he straightened so that I could do whatever it is I wanted to, as he looked at me in confusion. I adjusted the bow tie, so that it looked perfect. After a few seconds I looked up at him, and right then and there I knew that that was a mistake. Liam's eyes were looking at me intently, and I couldn't seem to look away, as my hands trailed down stopping as it reached his chest. "Your bow tie was tilted to the right." I said in a whisper, as he looked down at my lips as those words came out of my mouth. "Thank you." He said back, his voice had gone an octave lower as he said those two words. His eyes looked back to my eyes as my eyes looked down to his lips as he said that. He started to lean down as my eyes widened at what he was doing, but I didn't move away... ****** I hate him and he hates me. It's as simple as it sounds. No complications of any kind. I have always thought of him as someone that was sent to make my life completely and utterly impossible. We've hated each other since we where in freshman year, and nothing is going to change that. But then our teacher decides to take our class to France... How are we going to survive being in France together, without killing each other?

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