measuring in addition to dish washing . I decided to still pitch in on the dishes after dinner, but it was nice not to have the other responsibilit ies tonight .
I headed upstairs to begin my homework feeling a dark cloud settle over me . I knew i t wasn’t from the disappointment of having an immense amount of work awaiting me for the first time in months. What had me concerned was the feeling that all was not right . After today’s events, I felt on edge.
I threw my backpack on the bed and slid down beside it, staring through the French doors , across the balcony , at nothing in particular.
With thoughts swimming through my mind, I didn’t move for a very long time . While both curious and terrifying , they all revolv ed around one single notion . I was incapable of comprehend ing how Achan - a pers on I had just met and barely spoken to - wanted me dead.
CHAPTER FOUR : ANSWERS
The field incident was the third time that Eran had intervened to save my life , and there were similarities between each event that I could not deny. He had appeared instantly a nd disappeared just as fast , without making a single sound; no one acknowledged his presence or gave the impression of being able to see him ; and h e was always left unmarked and unharmed by the assailing weapon.
It didn’t take me long to determine what I needed to do. But first, I had to manage through unavoidable formalities. At dinner, my rush did not go unnoticed. I shoveled the food from my plate to my mouth at such speed it made Felix proud – and I wasn’t even sure what it was Felix had prepared . Before anyone else was finished, I had already started the dishes, scrubbing hard and rapidly , trying to get them done. That , too , was not overlooked .
“Someone has a bit o’ the fear in ‘em … , ” Rufus pointed out, coming up behind me and taking the sponge from my hand.
“Are those teachers already loading you down with work?” asked Felix, incredulous ly .
I sighed, thinking of the Calculus questions that would undoubtedly take me several hours alone to finish . Rufus, who must have seen my reaction, stepped between me and the sink , slowly push ing me out of the way. “ Git on with it then .”
“Are you sure?”
“Git,” he repeated , more firmly, already dipping his hands in the wash basin’s soapy water.
I breathed a sigh of relief. “You are wonderful.”
“I know it,” he replied , simply.
I was still chuckling at him , as I closed the door to my bedroom and sat dow n on my bed. It was enormous and amazingly soft , so I laid back, sinking d own until the covers encased me .
My Calculus homework lay directly next to me ; the edges of the paper tickl ing my forearm, teasing me. I was torn. Homework should have been my first priority, especially since what I was about to do w ould very likely be a complete waste of time , anyways.
There was no possible way I could conjure someone to my bedroom. It was an irrational expectation. Eran was human, flesh and blood , incapable of knowing my unspoken desires. I was going to end up exhausted from my attempt, embarrassed at myself for trying , and feeling r ejected by Eran – all this and he wouldn’t even kno w I was attempting to reach him! The idea was so ludicrous ; I almost gave up before I started . Despite how crazy it seemed, I still laid there debating whether to take the sane approach and delve into the mountain of homework that awaited me or choose the alternative and follow my curious desire .
I groaned, knowing that eventually my desire to see Eran would win ; so I finally gave in.
Five minutes , no longer.
I wiggled deeper into the fluff of covers and got comfortable. I was going to need uninterrupted c oncentration to pull this off , t he kind that’s very difficult to achieve after a long, trying , tiring day. Still, the thought of seeing Eran again helped me overcome my anxi ety .
Memories of him flashed through my subconscious . H is beautiful ,
I headed upstairs to begin my homework feeling a dark cloud settle over me . I knew i t wasn’t from the disappointment of having an immense amount of work awaiting me for the first time in months. What had me concerned was the feeling that all was not right . After today’s events, I felt on edge.
I threw my backpack on the bed and slid down beside it, staring through the French doors , across the balcony , at nothing in particular.
With thoughts swimming through my mind, I didn’t move for a very long time . While both curious and terrifying , they all revolv ed around one single notion . I was incapable of comprehend ing how Achan - a pers on I had just met and barely spoken to - wanted me dead.
CHAPTER FOUR : ANSWERS
The field incident was the third time that Eran had intervened to save my life , and there were similarities between each event that I could not deny. He had appeared instantly a nd disappeared just as fast , without making a single sound; no one acknowledged his presence or gave the impression of being able to see him ; and h e was always left unmarked and unharmed by the assailing weapon.
It didn’t take me long to determine what I needed to do. But first, I had to manage through unavoidable formalities. At dinner, my rush did not go unnoticed. I shoveled the food from my plate to my mouth at such speed it made Felix proud – and I wasn’t even sure what it was Felix had prepared . Before anyone else was finished, I had already started the dishes, scrubbing hard and rapidly , trying to get them done. That , too , was not overlooked .
“Someone has a bit o’ the fear in ‘em … , ” Rufus pointed out, coming up behind me and taking the sponge from my hand.
“Are those teachers already loading you down with work?” asked Felix, incredulous ly .
I sighed, thinking of the Calculus questions that would undoubtedly take me several hours alone to finish . Rufus, who must have seen my reaction, stepped between me and the sink , slowly push ing me out of the way. “ Git on with it then .”
“Are you sure?”
“Git,” he repeated , more firmly, already dipping his hands in the wash basin’s soapy water.
I breathed a sigh of relief. “You are wonderful.”
“I know it,” he replied , simply.
I was still chuckling at him , as I closed the door to my bedroom and sat dow n on my bed. It was enormous and amazingly soft , so I laid back, sinking d own until the covers encased me .
My Calculus homework lay directly next to me ; the edges of the paper tickl ing my forearm, teasing me. I was torn. Homework should have been my first priority, especially since what I was about to do w ould very likely be a complete waste of time , anyways.
There was no possible way I could conjure someone to my bedroom. It was an irrational expectation. Eran was human, flesh and blood , incapable of knowing my unspoken desires. I was going to end up exhausted from my attempt, embarrassed at myself for trying , and feeling r ejected by Eran – all this and he wouldn’t even kno w I was attempting to reach him! The idea was so ludicrous ; I almost gave up before I started . Despite how crazy it seemed, I still laid there debating whether to take the sane approach and delve into the mountain of homework that awaited me or choose the alternative and follow my curious desire .
I groaned, knowing that eventually my desire to see Eran would win ; so I finally gave in.
Five minutes , no longer.
I wiggled deeper into the fluff of covers and got comfortable. I was going to need uninterrupted c oncentration to pull this off , t he kind that’s very difficult to achieve after a long, trying , tiring day. Still, the thought of seeing Eran again helped me overcome my anxi ety .
Memories of him flashed through my subconscious . H is beautiful ,
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