Obsession2

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�You�ve been exhibiting some strange behavior, Harmony, I think you should see Father Mitchell and confess your sins to him.� He said to me in a soft, low voice. He was so close to me that when his mouth formed words, I could occasionally feel the skin of his lips brush mine.
�Whoa.� I said under my breath. I leaned back and away from him and all in one motion I was out of the chair and near the door. I said, �You know what, Mr. Ashcroft? I think you�re right, I�ll get right on that instantly. In fact I think I�ll go now! See you later, Mr. Ashcroft!�
I turned to leave the room when he said, �Harmony,�
I turned back to look at him and he winked at me and said, �don�t forget to said a few Hail Marys and Our Fathers for me too.�
I quickly ran out of his office. My mind was rushing with thoughts. What exactly did he think he was doing? As I ran my hair gravitated towards my face. I pushed my head down so that all of it went in front and then threw it back so it stayed out of my face. I ran into the Cathedral that was just across from my next class. As I walked in, I didn�t raise my head. I just walked quickly to the back of the church and knelt down on the padded floor benches.
The smell of Frankincense and Myrrh hit my nostrils immediately and I was so overwhelmed that in fell back for a moment. When I fell back I noticed a longhaired dark figure of Antonio sitting on the benches in the front of the Cathedral. He looked like some sort of dark angel sitting there. His silhouette clashed with the royal purple, velvet altar cloth that was on the altar just in front of him. There were two white candles on it, each on either side of the altar. Between them was a huge black bible that, if I didn�t know any better, could have been mistaken for a Book of Shadows. Above him was a gothic hanging lamp with purple, stained glass candleholder cups, to keep the candle-wax from dripping. The bench on which he sat was cherry wood and had carvings of gothic crosses on the side. It was beautiful and so was he. He seemed to just stare off into space. It was just he and I in the Cathedral. I wondered if he had even noticed my presence when I walked in. The silence was thunderous in there so I don�t see how he couldn�t have.
Out of instinct I quickly fixed my hair into place and straightened out my clothes. I took off my dark gray tie and unbuttoned the first two buttons of my shirt so that when I walked up to him I looked at least semi-sexy. And then his voice took me by surprise; �You don�t have to try to make yourself look all beautiful on my behalf.� His voice was low and calming and he just let the words drip off of his tongue like honey. He spoke without turning around or even moving. He gave a low, self-controlled chuckle. His voice boomed through the Cathedral walls and danced into my eardrum. I looked up from unbuttoning my shirt in surprise at him, I felt my cheeks turn red and I stopped what I was doing instantly.
�I mean that was what you were doing isn�t it? Unbuttoning your shirt so you could come and talk to me? Unless you were making yourself look sexy for Jesus.� He laughed again and then turned around in his seat to look at me. He had a half smile on his face and I could see all his pearly white teeth, including his natural fangs.
�I guess so, I mean yeah.� I said twisting my hands together in front of me.
�You don�t need to on my behalf. I�m no one special. Unless you think otherwise and care to tell me.� He smiled at me confidently, �Speak now or forever hold your peace.� He got up from his seat and walked over towards me. He seemed to almost float although you could clearly see his very human movements.
Almost all at once he was sitting down on the bench next to me.
�Do you even remember my name?� I said to him without thinking

�Of course, how could I forget? You never spoke a word to anyone anywhere. You just kind of sat in the corner of the room and wrote in your little journal.�

�Oh yeah? What�s my name then?�

�Harmony Robertson. You�re seventeen and you went to Our Lady of Victory out in California for your elementary and middle schooling.� He smiled smugly at me. I could hear his Hispanic accent coming through words every now and then. I was flattered that he actually remembered me.

�All right, so you do remember me. And to your earlier remark you are someone special. You�re an amazing person.� I said looking him directly into his deep brown eyes with surprising demure.
He brushed his hand through his dark hair and chuckled.
�You have no idea,� He said flashing a smile at me. �Say, do you like to get out and party?�
�It depends on what you mean by party and what kind of party you are talking about.� I sort of confused myself and by the look on his face I could tell I kind of confused him too. We both let out a laugh and looked down shyly.
�Whatever you mean by that, do you like to party?�
�Yes, if you are asking me to go to one with you. No, if you�re not. Come to think of it I�m not really a party person but if you are asking me then I can be.�
He chuckled and I put my head down. My annoying hair got into my face again and I threw it back with my hand, annoyed.
�Hey wait a minute, aren�t you supposed to be in class right now?� he said looking at the rather large antique clock on the wall behind us.
�Yeah but you know that guy Dean Ashcroft? Well he tried hitting on me. He almost kissed me.�
His facial expression became disgust. �Dean Ashcroft? That�s sickening.�
�Yeah I know.� I agreed half-heartedly
�Come on, I�ll give you a ride home. But don�t tell your parents that I allowed you to come out of school with me early. Then I wouldn�t be able to take you out tonight.�
Me? Did Antonio just say that he was going to be taking me out tonight? I thought as my heart skipped a beat. He grabbed my hand and clasped his fingers in between mine and led me out the door. As he walked he looked around confidently and somewhat smugly. I swear I almost melting into a pile of Catholic Schoolgirl in front of the Cathedral.
�Hey wait a minute, you didn�t ask my consent to this proposal. What makes you think I wanna go out with you tonight?� I asked looking at the floor smugly and then I looked up at him with a smile.
�Well, I don�t know. I ask questions queerly.� He laughed, �So can I pick you up tonight?�
�I suppose I�ll have to check my calendar to see if I am free tonight.� I said as we walked to his car, which incidentally happened to be a black hearse. I flipped my hair behind my ears.
�You know,� he said opening the car door for me,� You seem to have a real problem with your hair. Why don�t you do something about it?�