Just one touch

Alanis

"Hello," I hear his voice. It is deep, masculine but also has a soft tone to it. That's all he says and I assume I am supposed to speak next but I think I have already screwed a lot of stuff up with all my creepy stalker messages.

I don't know why he is calling but I need to find out. When he left me this morning, I felt like a part of me left with him and he said he didn't want to have anything to do with me. So, hearing his voice and being given this chance to talk to him is like a light at the end of the tunnel. I shouldn't screw this up.

"Hi."

He releases a soft breath "Is meeting up tomorrow still an option?" my heart leaps from excitement. I can't believe this; it feels like a dream. I am accepting this whole situation better than I expected.

"Yes" I hurriedly reply him. Dude calm down. "I mean...s.sure. What do you have in mind?"

"Probably somewhere no one will recognize us," for some reason his words sting. He doesn't want to be seen with me. I know his reasons and I understand them but it still hurts. "People are already talking?" he tries to explain. That makes me feel better that he cares about my feelings. It means a lot to me.

"People?" why would people talk about us? What reason would they have? I sigh "Cause of the fight?" that's the only reason.

"No, I'll explain it to you when I see you. Where should I meet you?'' the smile creeps back to my face and I think about the future for the first time in a long time.

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I stand in front of the workshop in the middle of the road, it is called Johns Workshop. He said he'd pick me up. This all seems covert; I hate being a secret but I have to take what he is giving me. He's late, almost an hour late and I feel weird just being here? No cars pass by, I am not scared because if anyone tries anything, I can defend myself but I wish he doesn't plan to stand me up.

What If this is some sort of prank and he is trying to hurt me? I am already second guessing myself and regret is flooding in. He hates me, why would he want to spend time with me?

My phone rings and I check the caller ID thinking its him. Maddie's face pops up on my screen. I don't want to talk to her right now. I decline the call. What if he calls while I'm talking to her?

I squint my eyes and notice a car that looks familiar. It looks like his truck; it must be him. Excitement surfaces, I am not even sure he is the one. The car gets closer and as it does, I see him through the windshield. He parks the car in front of me and gets down from it.

"I hate myself right now. I am so sorry Lanis" he calls me by the name I have suddenly come to crave.

"Are you okay?" I ask him worried that something might've happened.

He moves closer until he is so close to me that I can smell him. His scent is not nauseating. It's like a pull, I want to be so close to him. I want a sniff to take him all in.

I cough nervously because he is too close. It is affecting me in a way I have never felt. "There was a family meeting. I didn't know about it. Shit fest is all it was but I couldn't get out of it."

There's relief in my chest. I am suddenly so protective of him. I don't want anyone hurting him. "How did you get here?" he looks around. We are in a secluded part of town. This is what he wanted. He doesn't want to be seen with me.

It was either this or no date. Fuck did I just say date? This is not a date. "I ran" I tell him honestly.

His eyes open wide, he seems to be forgetting I am not human "All the way from town?"

I nod "I am very fast" I say proudly. Running is one of my best powers. My speed is unbeatable. "What made you change your mind?" I ask as he we get into his car. He starts driving before he answers me "You are going to think I am crazy. I'd like to get some food into you first."

I smile because I don't mind sharing a meal with him "Wait, do you eat. I realized I've never seen you eat, apart from blood. The last time you fed me, you didn't have any for yourself. I am fucking rambling. Sorry." My smile widens because I can tell he is nervous and I think that's cute.

Cute?

Shit what am I saying?

Maddie is cute, he's a manly man. I shouldn't be thinking he is cute. "I eat." I get out of my thoughts and answer him "It doesn't do shit, like I can taste and appreciate it but it won't help me survive." I explain because blood is my food.

"Same here."

We get to a bistro. I look around and it's the only restaurant surrounded by tattered houses. This is like the part of town I wouldn't be caught dead in. There are hoodlums at corners of the street. It is still early in the day, but everywhere is secluded and quiet. The name on the building is lit in bright lights Donny's Bistro. It seems like the light of the D of the Donny is dead. So, I read it out as "Sonny's Bistro.��

"How do you know this place?" I question.

He shrugs "I come here sometimes. It is run by a someone I know. It looks like shit but the make the best shit. Don't judge a book by a cover" he winks and a blush creeps up to my face. Even winking at me is affecting me gravely.

He leads me inside and I follow him like a lost puppy. There is an expression on his face right now and I think it is going to be engraved to my memory for life. Once inside a waitress smiles widely upon seeing him, she knows him. A pang of jealousy hits me and this confuses me. My mind starts to waver. "Beau," she calls his name as she walks closer to him. I look at him and he has a smile on his face. He is as excited to see her as she is to him. She places her hand on his shoulder and I take a deep breath to control myself.

There is an anger in me that seems like it is about to erupt. This feels like deja vu and suddenly I remember the night of the party when I saw him with Maddie. The same feelings come out but the difference with this one is that I don't even know the waitress. With Maddie I was angrier because it was Beau. The hate I had for him made me want to hurt him, I wanted him to hurt but I don't even care about this girl all I care about is him. I don't want him to smile with her. I don't want him happy to see her. He should only have that expression on his face with me.

I know what this is and the realization hits me as I stand in the front of the entrance. I block all voices out of my earshot, not even there anymore. He is talking to her but I don't pay attention. This is insane, I can feel it. I know what this is. How is this possible? It can't be possible. I shake my head and run my hands through my hair.

"This is Bayley," Beau is talking to me. I snap out of my thoughts and look at them. They are both watching me. Waiting for something. What are they waiting for? Shit what did he just say?

"Huh?" I ask lost.

He laughs "I said this is Bayley. She is a close friend" he drags the word friend and the jealousy come out again.

Bayley laughs "Just a friend?" Beau laughs at her words and all I can do is roll my eyes from irritation. She is flirting with him, that much is obvious.

"Well, let's just say the rest is between us" he brushes against her softly. He is flirting back, why is he flirting back when he is with me? "You should call me later tonight. I will show you what you have missed"

Oh wow.

He has fucked her.

That much is obvious.

"I got to go to the restroom," I don't wait for a reply and walk away from them. I close the door and rest my back against it. Taking deep breaths, I try to understand all the emotions I am going through.

I had a dream about him.

I found him; I could feel him even though he was far away from me. It was almost like a link.

I want to protect him; I want to see him every day. Touch him, hold him, kiss him?

I am jealous of that girl.

I want him to look at me like that. I want him to want me the way he wants her.

"Shit," I take a couple of deep breaths but nothing is happening. I am having a panic attack. The feelings inside me are eating me up. I cannot handle this right now. I need leave, think about this more carefully. I have finally lost my mind.

I wash my face, getting the water all over my hair and clothes and walk out of the restroom. I see him immediately because this place isn't big enough. He smiles upon seeing me and my heart jolts from happiness.

I stop in front of the table and he waits for me to sit down. I don't sit down; I can't be here right now. It's all too much to handle and he will probably think I am crazy "I have to go, something came up." I say matter of fact.

He furrows his brows "What's wrong?"

I shake my head because I can't stop looking at his face. His smile, the crinkle in his eyes. All his features are engraved to my memory. The birth mark on his right temple. The little beauty spot on the crook of his neck. His piercing hazel eyes. The dark of his hair, it is all inside me and I am so terrified.

I don't answer him but I leave hurriedly.

I hear his footsteps. He is following me, if I run fast enough, he won't be able to catch up to me. A part of me wants him to catch up to me, I want him to tell me that I am not crazy. That this is normal, that this is possible. He doesn't know all this, there's no way he could feel the same.

"Stop." he grabs my arm a little too rough but I don't feel pain. All I feel is the electricity that is his touch. The sparks are intense. My toes curl in my shoes, my hands are shaking. Just from one touch. I turn around and he is frozen. I can't read the expression on his face. His grip is tight, doesn't seem like he intends to let go.

"It's true," he mutters.

I don't understand his meaning to his words but I can relate to them. It is true. I am linked to him.