Redamancy novel Chapter 2

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Haven was a person who Beau was obsessed with and didn't have a problem with it, she was the reason he lived other then his family. He stared because he was memorized, and captivated by her beauty, he saw her as a queen that should be cherished.

She was alluring yet he was jealous of her you could say in a sense which he hated himself for it, maybe because she had a nice life, good friends, family didn't have to worry about many things unlike him.

He had a burden he wish he could erase and start over but instead karma got him, he knew he deserved it he couldn't complain. He will have to live with that every day, he knows it's sad to think that she should have died instead of suffering, he put her in that position and would have to wait for the results.

But When he looks at her he forgets about the burden he has, he felt like she lured him into a trap with no way out, he can't blame her for that because it was his fault.

He doesn't regret falling for her though, she tempted him every day, and she didn't even have to try hard enough, he had eyes for her and only her. The closest he got with her was yesterday and he never felt better it was like being high on ecstasy to at least have contact with her even if it was for thirteen minutes.

He didn't know where he got his courage from but he was proud of himself instead of hiding which he did all last year long, being a coward he regrets the lost time he probably could have spent with her, I guess you could say he's scared of rejection and still is.

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It's been a week since there last interaction, and has been thinking of her even more then before. He couldn't stop staring, it was impossible, he was infatuated with her.

Her skin colour excited him, he wanted to kiss every inch of her body, devour her until there was nothing left that's all he could ever think of.

He never really paid attention in class not like he had to he got straight A's. All of his attention was solely on her, he observed her from the way she talked to the way she walked, for him it was interesting. The one thing he could never get tired of is when she looked back it gave him hope for something better.

Soon the bell rang pulling him out of his thoughts. He walked out as soon as she left following behind her to their next period which was math. He sat in the back mostly to be alone, he never bothered to talk to others in the class because he didn't care to.

He knew his staring made her uncomfortable, but never had the strength to look away it was like being in a trance. The thoughts he had were never innocent, but satisfying to his needs.

It was now the end of the day and he was leaning against his car feeling pathetic watching the back doors open, and close for when she would come out yearning for her attention.