Lovely Desire by Breanna Davis (most inspirational books .TXT) 📕

by your coach to tell her you got a bug. It seems that I got what you got, too. So I stopped here right before I headed home.”
I forced another smile. “Thanks,” I turned, about to leave, but not before I burned him with my words. “Tell your girlfriend I said hi.” I added bitterly before I started up the stairs.
It was almost instantly that the sharp pain came, but it didn’t come in my lower abdomen, but my heart. Right in the middle in my heart, as if it had been mutilated. I shrieked and leaned against the wall gripping my chest, gritting my teeth against the pain. When I looked over at Trent, he was doing the same thing. His hand was pressed against his heart, his other hand gripping the counter. His skin was turning whiter than I’ve ever seen it. His teeth were gritted and water was filling up his beautiful grey eyes.
My mother panicked and ran over to me, and my father went to check on Trent. My breath started to come in puffs as I tried to breathe. But no air came. I was gasping, and gripping my chest, hoping the pain would go away.
But, the problem wasn’t the sharp sensation in my chest, but the look on Trent’s face. Tears filled his beautiful grey eyes as he tried to control his own heart. I couldn’t take it . . . and I reached out for him. Immediately the pain dulled. The same thing seemed to happened for Trent also, because relief spread across his face as he leaned against the counter. He was breathing harsh, and he was coughing. He wiped his eyes and silently thanked my father.
“Oh my gosh! Are you alright, Faith?” My mom grabbed me in a bear hug and pressed her cheek against my cheek. I pulled away.
“I’m fine,” I grumbled. “Probably just a new symptom.”
I looked over my mother’s shoulder and met Trent’s grey eyes. He seemed to be calm now as he looked back into my eyes. A faint smile lit up his face. Any pain that I felt in the past few days immediately melted away with that smile. Without noticing it, a smile lit up my face.
“No, I never heard of this illness! I want to take you to the doctor, now! Grab your jacket. I’m taking you to the doctor!” she insisted.
I placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m fine, mom. I probably need to sleep.”
I looked into my mother’s familiar green eyes and I knew she could tell I was lying. When I looked into Sophie’s eyes, I could tell she knew I was lying too. I groaned.
“I am fine, mom.” I said with conviction.
I looked at Trent and a smile lit up my face – a real smile. “Thanks for my homework,” I said before I headed upstairs.

It wasn’t until later that I started questioning that event. How was it possible that I and Trent got the same sharp feeling in our chest at the same time? And when he smiled at me, how did that simple gesture melt all the pain away? It was a mystery just like how Trent and I could tell each other’s emotions. Why were Trent and I connected like this? Were we meant to be or was it a simple coincidence that we happened to have the same symptom at the same time? When he said he was an expert at my emotions, he could’ve meant something otherworldly different. I could read his words wrong and thought the wrong thing. Maybe he meant he could tell my emotions by my posture or something. I had no clue, but I knew Trent and I couldn’t actually be connected in some sort of way . . . But what about when we touched and kissed? It felt like thunder and lightning erupted through our skin particles . . . And how or bodies perfectly molded together . . .
I shook my head stared at my now fixed door. I’m over thinking things. I needed to stop that if I was going to get to the bottom of I and Trent’s weird relationship.

The next day, I felt better. There was a faint ringing in my ears and occasionally a twist in my stomach, but other than that, I felt great. Excited about going to school, I hopped out the bed and made it before rushing to my mother’s room.
She was sound asleep, with Sophie underneath her arms. I shook her gently and her eyes fluttered open. A faint smile engulfed her face.
“Hey, Faith,” she rubbed the crust out her eyes. “You okay?” she asked, immediately sitting up. Her eyes roamed my face, searching for any signs of pain on my face. I sighed and shook my head.
“Uh, No. Actually, I feel way better and I want to go to school today.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I finished the week worth of work already, so I can just sit and stare in every class.” I flashed a convincing smile.
“You finished all that work, already?” she asked and yawned. I nodded. It wasn’t much. I only got two worksheets for History, a worksheet for French, and the rest of my subjects were just a page of book work. I guess they wanted to go easy on me because I was feeling ill. Anyway, I didn’t mind at all. Hopefully, I actually could sit and stare for the rest of the week. The only thing I could go to was practice this Friday. I didn’t have to see Trent Lawrence, because hopefully, he still had the bug. But if my theory is right, if I’m feeling better, Trent is, too. But, then again, I’m still not sure about this whole bond thing that I believe we share. It could be my imagination acting up.
“Alright, if you’re really sure. But, if you just feel any of symptoms coming back, tell me. I don’t care if you think it’s menstruation cramps – I want you tell me and you will stay home. I want to get this thing under control. Because I’m still not sure about what happened yesterday . . .” her voice trailed off.
“Er, that was nothing, Mom. We do have the same illness; it was just a coincidence that we had the same symptom at the same time.” I immediately said.
She shook her head and eyed me suspiciously. “That wasn’t what I was getting at. I was thinking more on the fact that the symptom came out of nowhere,” she eyed me again. “What are you not telling me?”
I gulped. “Nothing! You’re over thinking it, Mom,” I forced a laugh. “I’m going to go get dressed.” I quickly kissed her forehead and exited her room before she found out too much.
I went back into my room, and shut the door behind me. I stripped down to my underwear and bra and searched from some clothes. I threw on a red Abercrombie and Fitch shirt and black skin tight skinny jeans. I put on red and black Adidas before I grabbed my messenger bag and headed downstairs. I ate some toast that was slightly burnt before I called up Leo.
“Fay?” he asked in a surprised voice. I held my breath. Of course he would be surprised to hear my voice. He probably thought I was dead or something. My parents told me not to use my phone unless I needed to dial 911 or the S.W.A.T. team or something. I swear they were overreacting.
“It’s me,” I said.
“Faith! Oh my gosh! I thought you were in the hospital!”
I squinted in concentration. “Where did you hear that from?”
“The cheerleaders! I know better than to think that you would actually tell them that whether or not you were in the hospital, but you wouldn’t answer my calls, so I just automatically assumed they were right. Oh my gosh, are you okay?” he asked in a rush.
I slapped my hand against my forehead. Of course my fellow cheerleaders would be the one to spread a rumor about me. And I was supposed to trust them? You got to be kidding me! I inhaled sharply through clenched teeth.
“I’m fine, Leonard,” I said using his full name. “Just pick me up and don’t you dare question my sickness, got it?” I snapped.
It was silence for a moment and I immediately felt guilty. Was it really Leo’s fault that my teammates are stuck up prissy snobs? So I shouldn’t be snapping at him. I bit my bottom lip, deciding whether or not he hung up.
“Leo?” I asked, and when I talked my voice was raw.
“Yeah, I’m still here. I’m outside right now. You can just hop in.” And then he hung up.
I shoved my phone in my backpack, muttering curses underneath my breath. I took a deep breath and tried to control myself. I shouldn’t snap at Leo, I told myself. Now, he’s probably mad at me. The worst part is that I have to sit in the car with him, saying completely nothing. Just staring straight out the window, knowing there was thick tension in the air.
I groaned and quickly walked out my house, tugging my messenger back along the way. It was going to be a long ride to school.
When I got into Leo’s shiny red convertible, I was right. The tension was thick. I bit my lip as I placed my messenger bag on the floor of the car. When I looked at Leo, his jaw was clenched, his hazel brown eyes were blazing and veins were poking out his arms as he struggled not to crush the steering wheel. I sighed.
“Are you mad at me, Leo?” I asked in a soft voice.
He turned his blazing eyes on me. I saw hurt, worry, and angriness there.
“Mad doesn’t even begin with it, Faith.” He said roughly and drove off. I twiddled my thumbs as I looked down at my hands. “I didn’t mean to upset you,” I pleaded.
He shook his head. “Right, so that’s the reason why you completely avoid me and then when I assume you’re in the hospital, you snap at me?”
We reached a stop light and Leo turned to look at me. “No, it’s nothing like that.”
“Oh really?” he asked in a high pitched voice. He stepped hard on the gas pedal when the light turned back green. “So, what is it like, Faith? You hate me because I give a damn about your health?” he was shouting now.
I flinched and looked out the window and back at Leo’s anxious face.
“No! I don’t hate you. I hate that you would believe anything those retched cheerleaders say about me.” I argued.
Leo’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. “What was I suppose to think, Faith? You didn’t return my phone calls!” he yelled.
We were driving fast down the street now. This was enough. He was going to turn us into a convertible mustang pretzel if he drove any faster.
“Ok! Let me explain, alright?” I yelled.
Leo’s jaw clenched then unclenched.
“Alright, Faith. Explain.”
I took in a deep breath. “I caught some bug and I was a huge mess. My parents didn’t want anyone to see me, so they had a strict rule on who I contacted. They didn’t want me to get sicker and they didn’t want me to contaminate anybody. But when you told me you actually believed what those immature cheerleaders said, really made me upset,” When I was done, I was breathing hard.
Leo’s jaw was settled and his grip on the steering wheel loosened. “That’s it?”
I nodded. “That’s it.”
“And you have me hyped up over that?”
“No one asked you to get hyped in the first place,” I retorted.