EVA Before I could take another step, he took the stairs two at a time and was already standing in front of me. My heart slammed against my ribcage. There was no way to run forward and if I tried to run back, he could easily stop me by gripping my arm. Not that he had ever laid his hands on me but I wouldn't put it past him. I could shout and have people within earshot come help me, but I didn't want other people to be involved. Besides, he could easily just run and then I would have to explain why I shouted when there was absolutely nothing wrong with me. You're not the same person you were before, Eva. If this was Axel, I would cock a brow and ask him to get out of my way. So why couldn't I do that now? Well, there were many reasons. One, Axel wasn't psychotic. Two, he would never threaten or hurt me. Three, he wasn't deranged. Dexter was guilty of all three things I had mentioned and I knew that if he could get away with it, he would have physically hurt me. Doesn't mat

EVA He gave his bag to me, which I dropped on the seat next to me—but not before giving him a glare, which, surprisingly, made the corners of his mouth twitch in amusement—then he gave me a stop watch. I stared at it, then at him. "I'll need you to time me as I run." He explained. "Thats actually why I needed you to come along." And here, I thought he just needed my presence, I thought sarcastically. Okay, maybe not that sarcastically. "I don't know how to use it." "I'll show you. Here." He leaned down to explain how it worked. Pressed the start button, stop, and clear. I was paying attention to what he was saying. I really was, but his masculine scent was also assaulting my senses and it was suddenly too much for me. "I understand." I said, and took watch back from him, anxious for him to leave already. He nodded and stepped back. There was a wiry fence separating the seats from the track and field, but there was also an opening to allow people pass. He walked past it and onto

EVA Was he pissed? The Axel I knew would have brought up the—eh, near kiss immediately. But the Axel I knew was also walking away from me right now as if he couldn't bear another minute in my presence. Maybe he'd changed. Of course he had. I'd told him that we were strictly going to be friends, none of those uncomfortable talks about feelings—on his side, of course—, no near kisses—this, we were both to blame—and none of those close proximities either. He'd even stopped flirting with me. I wasn't sure that I liked this new version of Axel. He was... boring. When we walked out into the open and our class buildings came into view again, he turned to me sharply. If I had not been watching him, I would have walked into him. "Thank you for your time today. You were..." He trailed off, his eyes over my shoulder. "It was really helpful." Then he turned back around and walked in that leisurely stride to the car park where his car was. I blinked in rapid successions, staring at his re

Pushing my shoulders back, I took a step towards them. "The school principal told me that a teen magazine would love to feature me." A surprised look passed between them. "She said they're very responsible and reputable, those exact words, and that I would not have anything to worry about. She said she's also going to call you and let you know after I do."I studied their reactions closely, searching for the slightest sign that showed that this was a bad idea, but nothing about them was giving off that energy. They just looked surprised, but not that surprised."If the principal says that they're responsible, then they probably are." Mr Lawson commented. "I'll discuss with her and do my own research on them before concluding, of course."I nodded, a huge part of me already wanting to be up in my room, carrying out my plan. Although for it to be called a plan, it had to have a chance of succeeding. I didn't know if this one did."The important question is, would you be comfortable with

EVA Legs and more legs. They were all I could see. couldnt they see that I was struggling? Didn't they see me get shoved into the water? Why weren't they trying to help me? I struggled to move in the water, go far enough to touch one of the legs when suddenly, hands slid under my arms and lifted me out of the water. Immediately I breached the surface, I dragged in air though my nose which caused me to cough since my lungs were filled with water. I coughed and coughed more water out of my lungs, while an unfamiliar hand patted at my back softly, probably to help with the coughing. When I could finally breathe well again, I looked around through watering eyes, taking in the face of the person that had his arms around me. It took me less than ten seconds to realise it was Dare. So he was the one that had pulled me out of the water. I was a little bit disappointed that it wasn't Axel, to be honest. It would have started a conversation between us whether we liked it or not and maybe