Page 344 of A University of Betrayal

At first, he stared into nothingness between us, then he looked around, smiled nervously and said something that gave me the final kick into reality.

“If he hasn’t realized by now how attractive you are this evening, then he’s an idiot.”

I don’t know where they came from, but they were just there.Tears. Hot tears.

I had to get out of here.

Can’t Help Falling In Love- DARK

Tommee Profitt, brooke

Overwhelmed by all the emotions, I rushed away, hurrying past people who moved aside, ran away, out of sight of the pack, so they couldn’t see the disaster I was turning into at that very moment. And before any of my friends could follow me, I hurried through one of the corridors and finally out through an open side door, where the cool night air greeted me.

I had landed in one of the courtyards, where the fountains were still running.

“Emely...”

I wheeled around.

Miles had followed me. He was standing in the doorway and his look was... full ofworry?

Why on earthworry?Couldn’t he just go away, leave me alone? Didn’t he see that he was confusing me? And that he had just turned me into a distracted mess in front of all those people?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...”

But I interrupted his pathetic attempt to justify himself.

“What? Ruin my reputation? Provoke my family? Play one of your ridiculous games with me and win so that I’ll eventually give up? I think that’s exactly what you wanted!”

“I don't know what has gotten into me,” he said, looking at me in confusion.

What on earth was wrong with him? What was he doing to me right now? Couldn’t he just give me a devilish grin and confirm what I had just stated with a simpleYes?

“You wanted revenge?Fine.Go in and see what you’ve done. Happy?” I just snapped and gestured toward the hall. “You better go back inside and leave me alone. You’ve won.”

My family would lynch him if he went back…

“I can’t,” he whispered.

Was he afraid? Was he a coward? Or was he continuing to play with me?

I narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean, youcan’t?What’s so hard, just...”

“I can’t,damn it!Can’t you see what you’re doing to me?” he suddenly shouted, a few strands of hair sliding into his desperate face.

“What am I doing, Miles? Tell me!” I yelled back.

He looked at me. He stared at me. And it was his eyes that spoke the loudest. Dark brown and captivatingly glistening. It had always been his eyes that had spoken to me. Even when he had tried in all sorts of ways to get my attention, to drive me crazy, to mess with my head... It was his eyes that I kept getting stuck on in the end.

And now this idiot was standing in front of me, after we had danced as if we were more than what we really were.

I was annoyed in a way I hadn’t been for a long time. Everyone had been able to see us. And he had known that.

“Damn it,Miles! Tell me what it is! What is it you want?!”

I was boiling with rage. How had I let him get so close to me? Dance with him...God!Dancewith him!

Miles opened his mouth just a little, so that he drew my attention to his lips, from which I tried to tear my gaze away, overwhelmed.

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