Events crossing between almost and never have certain dark implications.
The kind in which time paused, in which the air buzzed, in which the ground teetered on the edge of something irrevocable.
as standing there under the dim light of the hockey rink's back door, Enzo Knight's hand on my jaw told me as his breath swept across my lips.
This one of them really stands out.
One I thought about maybe not surviving.
I ought to have begun to back off.
I should have stopped before it became beyond anything I could fix.
Still, I turned it down.
He was standing there, his voice austere and low, and his hands hardly caressing my skin—I couldn't. Tell me to stop, Carter says.
Here, my lack of will have no influence on anything.
I wanted nothing hence the problem was none.
Thick between us, the air had something none of us could control.
I felt it in the way his fingers gently tightened around my chin and in the shadow of his stare.
a rigours test.
And I gasped as his head sank only a little distance.
Not precisely but rather nearly precisely
Still, the magic dropped very rapidly.
His lips were ready to sweep over mine, when the back door opened.
"Jesus, Knight," calls for Are you really lacking practice for—"?
Jaxon's voice halted midway through the sentence.
And at that I could very plainly understand what this looked like.
Me looking behind me towards the wall. Enzo's body almost precisely flattened on mine. Still running his fingers over my face. Our faces genuinely seem precisely the same.
Then ground, then Jayon's flashing ground.
Then he responded, gathered against the door. One should not cease on my account.
Enzo pulled back, jaws clinched, then he breathed fiercely. " What the whirl do you want, Jaxon?"
Jaxon smiled; eyes strayed to me then moved back towards Enzo. The coach is unhappy. You benched for the next game already; why then are you skipping practice right now?
Enzo strengthened her grip.
I raised my eyebrows and glanced around. "Your benchmark marks?"
Enzo moved his head back towards me but said nothing.
Still, Jexon followed through.
Most definitely. Coach is punishing after your little fight with Matthews. Still laughing, he pointed to me. " Nice to see the cause of destruction is enjoying the view, though."
I became black on my face. Uncertain, Enzo hissed and broke off. Jayon, let me pass by.
Jaxon let his lips open more apart. You are a gorgeous man; see you on the rink.
He turned away then gave me a little wink.
I gasped loudly and pushed away from Enzo as he passed. "Why not you share with me?"
He ran his fingers over his hair. "Because it is not your matter."
I laughed shockedly. Are you not kidding? You started arguing with Jake; right now, you are benched. How then is it not something I worry about?
His gaze darkened. Because I would do it again.
My throat grabbed at the breath.
He stated it less whimsically than a jest.
Said that outside of a game.
And it comprised the problem as well.
I was going to lose, the minute I started to believe this was true.
I ignored Enzo for the rest of the evening.
I reasoned that I needed space.
I had to inhale, think, persuade myself this was phoney.
But the next morning I realised I had not time for reflection.
The moment I walked inside the school, chaos had already exploded.
Jake was standing directly in the middle of the hall.
And outside of him?
Kayella.
He was clutching his hand.
I stopped quite cold.
I thought maybe I was imagining it, for a moment. That may have been a kind of terrible puzzle.
Kayla turned, however, saw me and started to smile.
and I knew as well.
That was meant.
For Jake, this represented his retribution.
I had no clue I had turned around until I was outdoors labouring to breathe.
This was on route, I knew.
I knew Jake wouldn't let me win that quickly.
Why then the heck did it still feel like a knife to the ribs?
Steps underfoot, but I looked aside.
Knowing beforehand who it was helped.
Carder."
My gasp came out. Kindly stay away.
Enzo hardly said anything for a time. " Saw them, huh?," then said.
Though it came out sour and nasty, I laughed. I pushed away. He is very good, isn't he?
Enzo's hands merged in fists. "You do not have to—" I said. "I do." "Because if I don't his wins."
Stillness permeated the gap between us.
Then—softly—almost missed it; do you still want this?
My breathing irregular, I looked at him.
Since that was the thing, wasn't it?
It was not about my want right now.
It addressed my task at hand.
And I knew when I saw Enzo—at the storm rising in his eyes, at the tightness in his stance.
Some were also experimenting with fire these days.
That evening I got one again an SMS.
Unknown: You are losing control here. And I will be monitoring once you do.
A frigid shot passed down my spine.
Since I went out of control.
And I felt—whoever this was—they were not just watching.
They were at ease.
For me to fall from grace.