Annaleigh’s body language went rigid at the feeling of the other teen touching her. She wasn’t used to being touched by others in that manner, so the sudden movement had startled her. She shoved his arm away harshly once they were away from the texting teen. “Don’t touch me,” she snapped. Her body language slowly became less tense and once she calmed down, she choose to answer his question. “If I’m being honest, it’s a lot different than what I’m used to,” she commented as she walked along side the other.
Blaine caught onto her stiffening up a step away from her shoving his hand off and snapping. His heart felt like jammed itself into his throat while his stomach bottomed out to a tangled mess inside the soles of his shoes. The shock on his face drained the olive tones of his skin a few shades paler and his fingers twitched in the air making sure she knew he wouldn’t repeat the error before he slowly lowered his hand to–well–probably best to shove it into his pocket.
“I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to–I only wanted–I wasn’t thinking.” How about three sentences in one? “People have a habit of slamming right into or clipping you because phones and walking can be difficult. I’m just..sorry.” Holding onto his bag with his free hand, he picked up the lead after a moment’s hesitation. “I promise it gets easier.. Adjusting, I mean.” He never fully returned to how easily he smiled, his posture and tone more carefully cautious than any previous lightness. As soon as they were within three rooms near the office, he stopped and pointed towards the glass door. “Here we are. The one with the glass walls is your stop.”
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