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It was later in the day and Amelia sat by the desk in her room with her music blasting through her speaker. She was trying to do her homework, but she couldn't get herself to write down anything. Sometimes she wondered if she had the attention span of a goldfish, she couldn't focus for shit.

And, on top of that, she had agreed to go to Peter's football game. The thing was, she didn't feel like standing on the stands for hours, cheering and watching. She had already gone to every one of his games of this season so hopefully, it didn't matter if she missed one of them.

Her phone vibrated causing her to pick it up only to see she had gotten a message.

Marcus: Why so stressed?

She furrowed her eyebrows at the text, looked up from her phone and out the window only to see Marcus standing in his, looking directly at her.

Amelia: Why such a creep?

Her attention landed back up at him again,
only to see him smiling at his phone before his fingers started typing out something.

Marcus: Want to get high? You look like you need it

Amelia: Thanks...

She rolled her eyes at him which he only returned with a raise of his eyebrows. She started typing again.

Amelia: I'll be down in a minute

She got up from her chair before she headed for the door and down the stairs. In the living room, her mother was drunkenly dancing to a song, completely in her own world. She slipped past her and out the front door without making a sound.

On the sidewalk, in between their houses, Marcus already sat, gazing out into the distance with a thoughtful yet peaceful expression on his face. Letting out a deep breath she sat down next to him on the cold pavement, his head instantly turning towards her.

Her eyes traveled up to something laying on top of his ear and a smile grew on her face. "I'll take that"

She took her hand up and grabbed the joint causing him to let out a small laugh. "Suit yourself"

She needed to feel a bit calmer, she usually didn't feel nervous around him at all. He was one of the people she was most comfortable with, but this time, for some reason, it felt different.

"Light it up, will you?" She questioned as she put it up to her lips.

He took his hand into his pocket and pulling out a lighter. He moved closer as he put it up to the tip of the joint, his eyes staying on hers as he lighted it. She took a long drag, inhaling and exhaling, before taking a second puff and handing it
back to him.

She started to feel a head rush after a couple of seconds, her shoulders sinking, and the anxious feeling in her body slowly fading away.. She looked over to see Marcus take taking several more puffs of it than she did. He had a higher tolerance.

her eyes wandered over his face, noticing  how defined his jawline was and how beautiful his hair was. She had noticed a lot of things lately.

Feeling the need to lay down, she lowered her head onto his lap, a subtle smile making its way onto his lips as she did so. He took another puff before he put the joint up to her mouth.

"So, are you going to tell me why you were so stressed?" He questioned curiously.

"Nope" She exhaled with a chuckle ,her eyes moving over to the bike she noticed earlier that day. "What's the point of buying a bike if you don't have your license yet?"

"Because I was hoping I could give you a ride sometime" He joked with a flirty undertone, his eyes burning into her skin.

"You're charming, you know that?" She let out as she hid her head in his chest. She didn't know if it was the weed or her blushing but she didn't like any of those options.

"Took you this long to figure out, huh?"

"And, incredibly cocky..." She continued.

"That's what you like the most about me" He grinned as she glanced up at him and he down at her.

"Yeah, right" She scrunched her nose in fake disgust before she started to laugh.

When her laugh had died down, the entire atmosphere shifted. The air around them getting filled with tension, their eyes locked onto one another in complete silence. She could feel her heart begin to fluter as his eyes trailed her face.

His hand reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her hair before resting on her cheek longer than what could be considered innocent. Then, he slowly leaned in, almost testing her to see what she would do. And, for some strange reason her body wouldn't let her move. Their faces were so close now that their noses were touching, and all thoughts of reason had left her head, being replaced with feelings of want.

He finally, closed the gap between them, their lips meeting. Amelia froze for a second, her eyes wide in shock, then she gave into it, her body relaxing and her eyes closing. Their kiss only deepened as he moved his hand from her face, onto her waist. His lips so soft against her own, her body feeling all warm and fuzzy. A feeling she had never experienced with someone else before. Everything about the moment was perfect.

But, then she remembered  it wasn't her boyfriend's lips she was kissing.

Oh no.

She broke the kiss, pushing him off of her as she scrambled to her feet, not daring to look at the boy still sitting on the pavement beside her.

"Shit..." Marcus let out frantically, lowering his head. "I shouldn't have done that"

"I should go" She replied under her breath.

Not saying another word, she turned her back to her best friend, her heart nearly jumping out of her chest as she started to play the scene that had just happened over and over again in her head. She could her hear him call out her name behind her, but she didn't react. Turning around and having a conversation about what just happened would just make it more real.

Marcus had just kissed her?

As she got into the house she went directly into the living room where her mother was still dancing foolishly. She went past her and into the alcohol cabinet that already was open.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I need a drink" She smiled falsely as she poured herself a glass of vodka.

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