Her eyes eternal

Augusta hates Tristan, the new boy in her School.. he is full of himself, all the girls faun over him and on top of being handsome he is smart. Also he seems to old to be her age..
They have a couple of clashes, Augusta getting more and more annoyed with Tristan, he on the other hand seems Hell-bend on having her..
But one day she hears that Tristan is in big trouble, trouble that could kill him. Does she safe him even though she hates him ?
And what is Tristan's story ?

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5. Do she remember ?

 It is monday morning and I am standing hidden in the shadows behind a large column outside the school’s french department. I know Augusta will walk past here to her first lesson. I hope she is alone not to complicate things.

 I have to get a hold of her and know what she remembers from friday evening. The fear had plagued me all weekend. I had only had a short while before my victim awake and I was uncertain if I had imbedded the new memories deep enough.

 And there she comes around the corner, as always those intense eyes directed into the pages of a book. I could have been standing right in front of her and she wouldn’t have seen me. I stare at her with fascination, feeling the excitement of a hunt burn through my being, but I ignore it, Waiting for the right moment.

 I am walking along, lost in my own thoughts and the book, when somebody suddenly grabs me, pulling me behind one of the columns. Before I can scream a cool hand is placed over my mouth.

 At first I am scared, but as I hear Tristan’s soft voice next to my ear it turns to anger. “Sorry about the scare gorgeous. If I remove my hand, do you promise not to scream ?”

 I Can feel his body Way to clearly, close behind mine. My pulse racing and the blood roaring in my ears. My stomach a tight knot. Who does he think he is ? What does he want ? His body this close to mine gives me a feeling of having forgotten something important. I contemplate biting him, but instead I nod.

 He removes his hand, his other hands has a firm hold on my elbow and I still feel him way to clearly. Something bubble up, a flash of fear, I don't understand. I turn my head lightly. “What do you want ?”

 “Just make you see how much you really wants me; I mean we can all see it, so why keep pretending anything else ?” His voice is teasing and it sends small electric charges through me as he runs a finger down my cheekbone.

 I huff annoyed, the nerves of this guy. Can’t he see that I despise him ? I mean I already showed him pretty clearly that I am not interested.

 He chuckles lowly, mostly to himself. His long fingers sliding up my arm, they feel cool against my flushed skin. My breathing must against my will speeding up as his hand closes around my bicep and he steps even closer to me.

 I can feel his breath on my neck, it makes my skin quivering the little hairs on my neck stand up. I try fighting it, figthing him of, but again my body betrayed me, refusion to react. I am totally at his mercy.

 His cool lips gently touches the skin right under my left ear and a small gasp escapes me. Why can’t I just push him away ? Saying no had never before been a problem for me. I should slap him again.

 “See, you can’t resist me, why don’t you just admit it ?” He lets go of me, flashing that infuriating lopsided smile.

 I try to get my breathing under control and focus my mind. Right now I hate him so unbelievably much. I hate him for being right and even more for knowing it. I try keeping my voice emotionless. “You just think you are something special don't you Tristan ?”

 I lean against the Wall, feeling out of breath and confused. What the hell is his deal ? And what is wrong with my body ? I hate him, despise him. I need to get control of myself and get to my lesson.

 I walk quickly down the hallway, thoughts running through my head. I don’t get her being so hostile. I mean I Can feel her reacting to me, or Well her body. Why won’t she give in ? At least I feel certain that she don't remember anything from friday.

 I stop shortly outside class, collecting myself, I can’t look like I am not in control. But why can’t I stop thinking about her ? Why do I want her so badly ? There is so many other pretty girls who are not being this stubborn. But that might be what enticed me, that I have to work for it.



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