Chapter 42

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We walk slowly to the entrance of the library . Everyone seems to have left and there is no one in sight. I begin getting worried when the thought of being locked up in a library with Amell hits me but that wouldn't happen would it? Would I like to be stuck with him in a library ?No or maybe....

I'm relieved ....or not.... when we near the entrance and I see Ms Hamilton reading the day's paper seated behind her huge desk. She looks at us and I see a smirk grow on her slightly wrinkled face

"What are you two doing here ?" She asks "It's almost six ."

"We were just doing some research which happened to extend ," Amell answers and I'm grateful

"Well safe journey padding in the rain ," she says and gets back to reading

I look outside the huge glass windows and I start thinking of ways to get home because the rain surely doesn't seem to cease any time soon. I place my arms on the handle and push it down but I feel soft fingers drape over my wrist and Amell pulls my arm away but doesn't break the contact . Blood gushes faster within me and I have to mentally remind myself to breath

Seriously every time I'm near him I have to have breathing issues ,it's like his eyes are connected with my respiratory system or something

"You can't go in the rain ?" It's sounds more of a question than a statement

"I know ...but I really have to get home and it's not like I got any other choices ," I shrug

"I can take you home....if you want me to ," he says and looks away. He removes his hands from mine and I feel coolness engulf the warm feeling he'd left

"Would it be convenient for you?" I ask clearly trying to dodge his offer when I know I desperately need his help

"Yes", he answers and opens the door. The coldness isn't welcoming and I shiver regretting forgetting to bring a hoodie . Amell briefly looks at me and then he removes his leather jacket and hands it to. I'm shocked.....he notices my reaction and swiftly returns it back to his body but I snatch it before he can and he chuckles

We both run through the rain to his car which was parked near the driveway that leads out of the library. I honestly don't expect him to open the door for me like Logan did and so I open the passenger door myself before jumping into the car . I'm not good with cars and stuff so I don't know what type of car this is ....let's just say it's the fancy type and it looks more expensive than Logan's

The car is filled with the familiar scent or rather signature scent of Amell. He immediately turns up the heat and I make myself more comfortable when my seat warms up. The car has grey leather seats and I mentally complement him for choosing gray.

Amell puts the key in the ignition and the car roars to life . He turns on the radio and my ear drums literally explode when I hear some sick hard rock song. This music is a lot more different than the one in Logan's car. The musician sounds as if he's puking words rather than singing them . I want to turn down the volume but this is his car so I'd have to play by his rules . I slightly open a window so that I don't feel trapped with him in the car and he looks at me questioningly but I look away before he asks any question ....which I'm glad he doesn't

We pull out of the drive way and the drive is silent for the first few minute the sick song on the radio being the only destruction against being consumed by my own thoughts. Amell taps on the staring wheel and I briefly looks at him. He keeps his eyes focused on the road and I'm more than happy about that because that way he won't notice me looking at him .

I notice how he taps on the steering wheel and sucks on his full lower lip I literally swallow hard upon noticing this . The tattoos on his right arm are different from the ones on his left ...the left arm is the one I was able to look at the last time in detention....the right arm has a tiger on it then a rose petal that resembles a flame at the same time....I believe this has a meaning behind it ....the black inks trails farther down his elbow forming what looks like a spider and the rest of the tattoos look like sharp pointed objects. There are also some other patterns that I can't quite comprehend what they are and there is also some more Roman numbers. His biceps flex a little when he grips harder on the steering wheel and I admire the muscles as they ripple under his perfect skin

"You know .....," he begins and I literally jump upon hearing his alluring voice

"A picture might just last much longer ," he says and I realise he's noticed I was staring and gawking at his perfection

I shyly look outside the window and try to hide the blush on my face

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