Chapter 4A Chapter by Beverly JaneThis can't be happening.Stretching, I stared at him through his glass chamber. He had
his eyes closed, the water soaking into his skin. He looked beautiful in his
natural element. His beautiful markings on his body glowed brightly blue. He
looked like an angel, so graceful. He was so beautiful. He smiled and opened
his eyes, as if he knew what I was thinking. That I was thinking about him. He pushed himself out from the water, putting his legs over
the top of his chamber. He was dripping wet of water, oddly I found this
extremely attractive. He bit his lip staring at me his bare chest was broad and
strong. Water was finding its way through his every pore. I had to look away,
for I could feel myself creeping closer to him ready for the compulsions I have
been dying to give in to. I bet he’s an awesome kisser. Feeling a chill run through my body I sent off a big gush of
warm air through the room. I heard him laugh lightly, “hey,” he exclaimed. I
turned to see his hair frizzed out everywhere and him dry. I did a mocking
smile and got closer to him. “So what we doing tonight babe?” I mused looking
up and down his body. He looked into my eyes and then winked. “Just can’t help
yourself can you?” he teased. I rolled my eyes at his largely conceded head. “How about the club?” he questioned. I mulled this over for
a second. I didn’t feel much for dancing tonight. He looked at my facial
expression, trying to figure out what I was thinking. I smirked, “I don’t feel
much about dancing tonight.” “So,” he laughed. “Let’s just go to chill, not
dance.” I rose my eyebrow at him, and stuck my tongue out at him. “One day I’m going to grab that tongue!” he threatened. “Pff,
as if!” I turned on my heels walking towards my motorcycle. “Want to take the
bike tonight?” I asked in excitement. I loved the feeling of riding my bike it
was the only place where I felt like my flame was free. He walked past me, as
if I didn’t even say anything. I sighed, I knew what the answer was but I could
keep trying. *** After taking Mizu to change, we went to the club. Now we sat
so close that I could feel his warmth radiating on me. Not that it bothered me,
but it made my body tingle in ways it shouldn’t. A group of about five people
surrounded him and I. I knew maybe one of the people, the others were his
friends. I wasn’t much of a people person. My friend and I sat babbling our
mouths off when I heard one of Mizu’s friends ask him if he wanted to dance
with his dance crew. I felt a ting of jealousy and betrayal. I turned quickly towards
him. “Sorry he only dances with me,” I tried to say in the nicest tone I could
get out. They guy didn’t even look at me he just rolled his eyes asking Mizu
again. Would Mizu let him treat me that way? I felt my body heating up with
anger. Mizu ignored that I was angry, maybe even ignoring that I even existed
at the moment. “Mizu!” I gasped. He didn’t even look at me. “Leave me alone Kaji,” he hissed with the most meanest tone
he has ever had towards me. “I don’t want to hang out with you, deal with it.
You’re the one who said you didn’t want to dance anyway.” The harshness of his
words stabbed me in the chest. He never dances with anyone else but, me. He
always stayed with me, protected me. What was different about tonight? Mizu
stood following the guys out the club. I gasped for air tears entering my eyes.
I closed my eyes shaking my head. I have to go home. I
stood, walking outside. It was raining. Oh no. Even though, I knew the water
would make me sick I didn’t care. I wanted to get home. Correction, I needed to go home. I started to walk
home. No jacket, wind blowing, it was baring me down. I felt like I was going
to die. The rain drops were like razor
to my skin. I kept walking. Halfway there, I felt my foot slip under me and I
fell to the ground, hurting my foot. At first I just laid there, like a crumpled
up of piece of paper. Finally, I pick myself up. Feeling weak and tired, I finally
made it home. Making it barely into the garage I collapsed on the ground.
I tried to move, but even simple movements caused me terrible pain and I just couldn’t
do it. My face in a puddle of water, I felt water drizzling on my feet.
Weakness took my body over, and I feel a wave of heat and darkness take over. *** © 2013 Beverly JaneAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBeverly JaneAboutHello, wow! It's been a while since I have been on this site, it's almost like looking at a time capsule. It's been a while since I've had the same passion that I had back in high school for writing. .. more..Writing
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