A Touch Dead
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Paranormal/Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
15,140
Reviews:
49
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
The characters and story belong to me and my fellow author Kayaz, any likeness of the characters to actual persons who may be living or dead, is purely coincidental. We gain no profit from this story. This story is a pure work of fiction.
A half truth....sort of.
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A Touch Dead
Chapter Three
I stare silently at the guy next to me, surprised but I manage to remain unresponsive. Shit. I hadn’t expected the real Morgan to have met anyone yet. He hadn’t even known his neighbours which I found out 2 days ago. They hadn’t even known someone had moved in. Talk about discreet.
This guys blue eyes gaze into mine, like sharp pieces of glass, so focused and I can tell he’s honestly trying to piece me out. Suddenly I’m itching for a smoke and I just shake my head, turning to gaze up to the front where the teacher is beginning the lesson. Throughout the class I can feel each time when his gaze turns to me and I remain indifferent. I won’t crack under the pressure and I’m certainly as hell won’t admit up to anything here. So I just keep quiet, pretending like I’m actually learning and refuse to meet the guys’ eyes.
It I remember correctly, the teacher said his name was Aiydenn James. And Aiydenn has his own problems he should be worrying about. Like getting some sleep. He looks haunted because of the heavy rings under his eyes and the lack of sunlight evident on his pale skin. But he also seems to be the observant type despite lack of rest and I guess the real Morgan Steels had left enough of an impression on him that my little makeover hadn’t fooled him.
I keep an eye on the time, never once taking down any notes during the class, in fact, my hands never left the protection of my sleeves. As the bell rang I was out of my seat, bag over my shoulder and ignoring Aiydenn’s calls for an answer. I manage to avoid any other technicalities during my second period and lunch but Phys-Ed I’m not so lucky. As I walk through the change room door, new uniform tucked under my arm I see Aiydenn and this time I know he won’t let me avoid him. He pauses mid way through tying his dark hair back and gives me this dark glare. A smirk tugs at my lips and I walk over, dropping my bad on the bench next to his.
“Long story. Not here.” I say, barely above a whisper as I throw the gym uniform on my bag and kick my shoes off. I drop my jeans and grab the black shorts, yanking them up. I grab the grey tee and take it into the single bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind me. I remove the sweater, leaving my long sleeved shirt on and pull the tee over top. The black sleeves aren’t even as dark as the skin on my hands and I flinch at the comparison. I roll up the sleeves and tighten the wrist bands almost to the point where it’ll hurt, making sure they won’t slip and reveal where the skin morphs back to normal.
Pulling the sleeves back down where they hang past my fingers I exit the bathroom and throw my sweater on my bag, noting that only I remain. I quickly join the class in the gym hall and the teacher takes a head count. He brings us outside to the trail that leads into the woods-conveniently the exact woods the real Morgan is buried in, though over an hour from here. These woods practically envelope the city’s’ north side and I’m not really surprised the school uses them for exercise purposes.
The class begins to spread out as we begin to jog through the path, following the white marks on the trees to keep us on the right route within the classes’ time frame. And like clockwork Aiydenn falls into step with me now that no other students are within ear reach. I see his eyes dart to my other side but quickly refocus on me, questioningly.
“What? Now?” He nods and I grunt, rolling my eyes.
“Do you know what happened to the real Morgan Steels?” He says, making it clear with the crispness of his tone that he will not accept anything less than the truth, knowing he’s caught me in my lie and wants in on it. I hesitate and nod a barest declination of my head.
“Sort of.” My fingers curl, fisting the sleeves. “I’m just borrowing his identity for my own gain.”
“And Morgan?”
“Dead.”
“Where is he now?” I turn my head sharply, noting that he is looking past me again. It’s strange that revealing how Morgan Steels was really dead was not a shock to this guy.
“You tell me.” I say and increase my pace to a hard run, putting distance between us.
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A Touch Dead
Chapter Three
I stare silently at the guy next to me, surprised but I manage to remain unresponsive. Shit. I hadn’t expected the real Morgan to have met anyone yet. He hadn’t even known his neighbours which I found out 2 days ago. They hadn’t even known someone had moved in. Talk about discreet.
This guys blue eyes gaze into mine, like sharp pieces of glass, so focused and I can tell he’s honestly trying to piece me out. Suddenly I’m itching for a smoke and I just shake my head, turning to gaze up to the front where the teacher is beginning the lesson. Throughout the class I can feel each time when his gaze turns to me and I remain indifferent. I won’t crack under the pressure and I’m certainly as hell won’t admit up to anything here. So I just keep quiet, pretending like I’m actually learning and refuse to meet the guys’ eyes.
It I remember correctly, the teacher said his name was Aiydenn James. And Aiydenn has his own problems he should be worrying about. Like getting some sleep. He looks haunted because of the heavy rings under his eyes and the lack of sunlight evident on his pale skin. But he also seems to be the observant type despite lack of rest and I guess the real Morgan Steels had left enough of an impression on him that my little makeover hadn’t fooled him.
I keep an eye on the time, never once taking down any notes during the class, in fact, my hands never left the protection of my sleeves. As the bell rang I was out of my seat, bag over my shoulder and ignoring Aiydenn’s calls for an answer. I manage to avoid any other technicalities during my second period and lunch but Phys-Ed I’m not so lucky. As I walk through the change room door, new uniform tucked under my arm I see Aiydenn and this time I know he won’t let me avoid him. He pauses mid way through tying his dark hair back and gives me this dark glare. A smirk tugs at my lips and I walk over, dropping my bad on the bench next to his.
“Long story. Not here.” I say, barely above a whisper as I throw the gym uniform on my bag and kick my shoes off. I drop my jeans and grab the black shorts, yanking them up. I grab the grey tee and take it into the single bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind me. I remove the sweater, leaving my long sleeved shirt on and pull the tee over top. The black sleeves aren’t even as dark as the skin on my hands and I flinch at the comparison. I roll up the sleeves and tighten the wrist bands almost to the point where it’ll hurt, making sure they won’t slip and reveal where the skin morphs back to normal.
Pulling the sleeves back down where they hang past my fingers I exit the bathroom and throw my sweater on my bag, noting that only I remain. I quickly join the class in the gym hall and the teacher takes a head count. He brings us outside to the trail that leads into the woods-conveniently the exact woods the real Morgan is buried in, though over an hour from here. These woods practically envelope the city’s’ north side and I’m not really surprised the school uses them for exercise purposes.
The class begins to spread out as we begin to jog through the path, following the white marks on the trees to keep us on the right route within the classes’ time frame. And like clockwork Aiydenn falls into step with me now that no other students are within ear reach. I see his eyes dart to my other side but quickly refocus on me, questioningly.
“What? Now?” He nods and I grunt, rolling my eyes.
“Do you know what happened to the real Morgan Steels?” He says, making it clear with the crispness of his tone that he will not accept anything less than the truth, knowing he’s caught me in my lie and wants in on it. I hesitate and nod a barest declination of my head.
“Sort of.” My fingers curl, fisting the sleeves. “I’m just borrowing his identity for my own gain.”
“And Morgan?”
“Dead.”
“Where is he now?” I turn my head sharply, noting that he is looking past me again. It’s strange that revealing how Morgan Steels was really dead was not a shock to this guy.
“You tell me.” I say and increase my pace to a hard run, putting distance between us.
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