Anah's P.O.V
I know I am going to regret this, but there is no undo button in life. So, I can't undo nor delete this, these feelings. All I know I can make the most out of what is done, and the future can be dealt with later. One thing I can control right now is how deep I get into it, that's a choice I have to be sole responsible for.
The moment, I opened my eyes, I rushed to get to school. I slip into my clothes, sprint down the stairs, grab my lunch and head for the door. I need to know if Quillion is feeling better, the guy might be rude and a big bully, but he protected me when I had no one. Having my back when we are no better than strangers, that shows he is a good person.
As I am running to towards the school gate, I bump into someone really hard. This is going to hurt; I close my eyes waiting for impact. Surprisingly, I feel a cold hand around my waist, this make me jolt my eyes open. My eyes land on those beautiful bronze eyes of his and I quickly pick myself.
"Quillion!" I hug him, I hug him tight. I hadn't realized I was holding a breath till a loud sigh left me when he spoke.
"Woah Anah!" I hear his confused voice startled. He froze in place for a second, then he wrapped his arms around me but only to quickly put them away.
"Are we planning on suffocating me to death, now?" he says.
"Oh! Shit, sorry," I say as I take a step back. But I took it too quickly that I almost tripped.
"Hey, hey! Aren't you extra clumsy today," Quillion remarks holding my hand to keep me from falling. Surprisingly, he is talking more than he usually does seems like we jumped over a hurdle last night or something. Whatever happened brought me a step closer to this man right here.
"Come on now," he motions towards class before letting go of his hand. I embarrassment I rush in front of him to get to class. This time not too fast, don't want to leave him behind like I did last time.
The world is a funny place. Its breaks you only to build you; some can handle it; others break to no repair. I feel like Quillion and I are the kind of people who choose to handle it because there is something that we want out of this one life we have got. The least we deserve is making our dreams come true or the closest thing to it. Yes, people have different coping mechanisms but that's exactly what brings out their individuality. These mechanisms maybe harmful or beneficial to the host but in the end, it gets the job done for most.
The rest of the day, I watch as Quillion attends class right by my side without blinking an eye towards me. Its like last night never happened, this feeling of only being the one being affect by last night is burdening my chest. I clutch my top, feeling my heart flip every time Quillion would show any signs of shifting. This is bad.
I distract myself by looking out the window and from there I first calm myself and convince myself that what happened today morning and what happened last night were mistake son my behalf. After a while of convincing, back to normal, I finally give my complete attention to the teacher till recess and then I could run out.
*RRRiiiinnnnnngggg*
The bell for recess makes me flinch harder than it should have. Without looking left or right, I quickly organize my things and get up to head for the canteen. I thought I was fast enough because my breathing was getting heavy and I was fast walking, my eyes look straight ahead. Without warning, I feel a cold hand grab my wrist and pulled down the hallway.
"We need to talk," the moment I hear the voice, I know who it is. Looking up I find the broad shoulders of Quillion Wild dragging me down the hallway. Whispers could be heard from the path we left behind, all eyes were on us, mostly disapproving and hateful ones.
"Where are we going," I ask as we enter the stairwell of that leads to the abandoned storage room, followed by the roof of the school. As fear start surfacing inside of me, I start pulling on his hold on my wrist, trying to pull free from his strong grasp.
'Wait, why am I scared of him? all he has ever done, is anything but protect me, encouraged me in the meanest way and keep my company when I was in a bad place.' as this thought crosses my mind, I make another attempt to talk to him.
"Quillion, where are you taking me?!" I say, almost screaming. My voice was trembling, and I knew he felt my fear because he started hurrying up even faster. This time I kept pulling and started scratching on his knuckles leaving marks behind, the higher we went, the darker it got. I was terrified of the unknown and despite him being a friend, I still barely knew him. With this, I tried one last time to pull free, but I slip.
'This is it, this fall is going to painful, fuck,' I close my eye shut. I was too busy trying to pull myself free earlier, that I didn't notice which step or floor we are in right now. Both hands curled tight as my nails dug into my palm, my free hand clutched close to my chest, holding my heart.
"Quillion!!" the last words to leave my mouth as my feet lost their balance on the stairs. All I remember is my screaming echoing the confined staircase; my body as if struck by lightning went in paralysis and my mind blank waiting for the impact.