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The Counselor

I should break that silence which fell between us, that one which only sparked the tension in the room, but I was found gaping at the young man away, watching the delight which rushed to his gaze. In there was a haze of glee. One which mocked me, one that said, 'I know how well I've gotten you, and it would be unwise to turn away now' How those eyes scrutinized my form, Lord! Mouth was found turning dry, the tensity and anticipation coursing through every vein in me, building up so bad, and coming to burst up right in my chest. Those eyes were ravenous on my form, pulling mine so well, and I could tell you, my own eyes faltered, warmth rushing to every part of my being, and in a second, he brought his lips to mine, body freezing under his hold. It was a like a rush of breeze had snapped past me, with my legs found numb, I swallowed hard at the touch of the young man. I was tossed in a state of shock, left completely bewildered at what was happening, but more so, dumbfounded that I gave no resists to his actions. His lips remained light on mine, waiting for me to give entrance for his to settle in, and in a moment, they pushed in, sending every heat to my body. It came to last for as long as a minute was, our lips moving in sync, and only at that instant when his hands reached for my thighs, had I pushed him off at once, coming to realize what was enfolding. The silence that passed, gave enough volume to sound of our breaths and pants. While the young man away remained watching me, I avoided that scrutiny of his, hands adjusting my clothing. "Leave, Logan" My breath was low, voice heavy. No utterance was emitted from him. Those eyes only contracted on my form, watching as I brought my gaze to his. "Leave" I called yet again. "And let it be known that this will be our last counseling session" I dropped those words, right before moving away from him, meanwhile, I just could feel that scrutiny lingering on me.

ArazellaSnow · Urban

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That voice.

I recognized that voice so well.

The yell which followed had taken me out my seat, figure hurrying into the halls coming to meet the sight of those forms stood by a row of lockers, the sound of their voices filling the area.

Have I gotten accustomed to the ruckus which broke out in Maple Valley every now and then? Definitely!

Was I expecting to find the figure of Logan grabbing roughly, that form who I came to know as his long time friend, then tossing him over to a locker, not really.

You could imagine the bewilderment that crossed my gaze when I walked in on the scene.

"Let go of me"

I was found staring at the agitated form of Chris, just as his hands went slapping Logan's firm hold off his arm, with that look of exasperation held in his eyes.

His eyes were shot in his, while both boys remained glaring at each other, the figure of Cole lingered behind, watching the two away.

"Why were you in that office?" Logan boomed, figure inching even nearer to Chris.

"For fucks sake! Why does it interest you so much what I went in there for? I went to get counseled, Logan. Do you think I was fucking the lady?! She's old enough to be my mom's kid sister"

I was barely given a second to process what happened.

Logan had pulled the form of Chris, slapping him hard onto the walls, fist reaching out, but the hold of Cole had altered the impact mid-way, whose hands went prying the form of Logan off a perplexed Chris.

His eyes held onto confusion, staring at the rage which sat in the gaze of his friend. Such rage he couldn't tell where it came from.

"Logan!"

My own legs had pushed forward at once, form pulling into the scene, moving to where he stood.

At the lock of his eyes in mine, I found that shadow of fury laid in there, gaze held onto mine strong, and at once, he pulled away, proceeding out the area, not bothering to spare a glance back.

Meanwhile, I caught onto the gaze of a baffled Chris eyes shifting through the departing form of Logan, onto Cole, and finally coming to rest on me.

That gaze held a load of questions.

A load of heart-breaking questions.

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