Chapter Four: Declan

                                    

                                          
I dedicate this to you because you are awesome!
                          
Declan's POV:
                          
I stood outside the door marked number 12 for the longest time. I'd been standing there for about five minutes before I heard someone behind me. Turning slightly I spotted Mrs. Lieberman watching me down her long pointed nose. She reminded me of the wicked witch of the west except for no green skin. Taking the knob in hand I twisted it allowing the door to slide effortlessly open.
                          
Stumbling in the room I noticed that the furnture had been moved. Being a tutor for many I knew what the tutoring rooms look like. The way the table had been arranged and the chairs so close together it kind of reminded me of an intimate date.
                          

 "I thought maybe you'd changed your mind." He said pulling out my chair that was way to close to him. I forced a smile on my face and tried to draw in as much oxygen as I could. 
 'Get a hold of yourself man!' My conscious screamed at me. 
 'I'm trying!' I yelled back.
                          

 "Wild horses couldn't have dragged me away." I said. My inner self smacked it's forehead.
 'You big dummy. Why don't you wear a sign saying I love Micah Phillips.' Taking the seat I pulled out my chemistry book.
                          

 "Let's get started." I said. I couldn't meet his eyes. If I did he would know how much he effected me. Then he would ask why. I would probably stumble and stammer over my words so bad that I'd end up telling him the truth. After five minutes of fighting with my book bag I sat back in the chair and closed my eyes.
                          

 'For you not to be a nerd you sure as hell act like one.' My conscious muttered. 
 "You alright?" He asked me. I was in the process of cursing my conscious out when he asked me this. Holding up a finger I took slow even breathes and then opened my eyes to see him watching me with such concern.
                          

 "I'm fine now..." I paused not knowing what to say.
 'Well don't tell him the truth! Lie you idiot lie!' My conscious screamed.
 "I have this thing with small spaces." I said. 
 'Really? Small spaces? That's all you could come up with?' At that moment I was glad my conscious wasn't someone in the actual world. I would have so kicked his ass by now. I watched Micah look around the room kind of confused then glance down at our chairs.
                          

 "Sorry, I didn't know I was that close." He said while scooting his chair over his voice echoing hurt. Reaching over I stopped his chair's progress and smiled. 
 "You're fine right were you are." Going back to my book I pulled out the progress paper Lori had given me before I made it to the library. After studying it I knew the course of path to take with him.
                          

 "Well, it's not a lot but some of the chapters you didn't get are tough... but don't worry. We'll get through this." I said trying to man up like Megan told me to do. All I had to do was treat him like any other student wanting my help. I had to keep myself from developing feelings. I could do it. I knew I could. All I had to do was treat this situation like a soccer play. For twenty minutes I made sure to keep us on our course. Whenever Micah didn't understand I'd explain it over. I didn't even realize I was getting that close to him until I felt him sniff me.
                          

 'Why is he sniffing you?' My conscious asked. He and I both were curious to know why was Micah sniffing me. I tried to ignore it but then he leaned in closer. RED ALERT! RED ALERT!! Warning bells started to go off in my head. I didn't miss a beat. I kept talking about the work ignoring the fact my heartbeat had just tripled in those few seconds.
                          
Slowly Micah tried to extract himself from the position he was in but I wasn't having any of that. He damn near sniff-raped me now he was trying to slip away like a thief in the night. I don't think so. Every move he made I matched it. He was so wrapped up in his own head he didn't hear me ask him about the work.