"What are you doing here?" Brandon's eyebrows furrow, his bronze hair shimmered under the florescent light. "You're underage."
"What?" I squealed.
Kylie gave him a deadly glare. "As if that's ever stopped Merci from getting into a club. Besides, we're all two years away from the legal age. What are you doing here?"
I saw the corners of Brandon's mouth twitch and curled into a half-hearted smile. Okay, he is a little dreamy... if he wasn't a suspect of mine. I mean, we got an ugly fight recently before my sixteenth birthday.
What did we fight about?
I smiled. Looks like I'll get my answers soon.
Brandon said, "I'm of legal age."
He's eighteen? I was dating an older guy? I mean, I know I was popular socially. But this is new information to me.
Damn, I'm cool.
"No. You never went here in the past." Gretchen said.
"Well, it looks like a good place... Especially now." Brandon's eyes found mine. I felt my face turn scarlet.
"Ugh! I thought the goo-goo eyes would stop!" Jules exclaimed. "Apparently not."
"Can I steal Merci for a minute or so?" He asked, his eyes still glued to mine. What is wrong with me?
Gretchen stiffled a laugh, her whole body vibrating with laughter. Jules groaned. Kylie, well, she just kept the angry glare. She must've though she had me all to herself tonight.
We were close. It's probably what bestfriends do.
Then he winked. Yes! He actually winked! At me. Why is he winking?
"Um, maybe I should go. It's only for a minute or so." I mimic Brandon's earlier words.
Kylie huffed."Fine. A minute or so. Bring her back alive."
I laughed at her joke. It was cruel, yes. But it was just plain ridiculous.
I followed Brandon into a secluded area where the music didn't reach us. Just behind the swimming pool patio.
Brandon put his hand inside the pocket of his grey trousers. Then scratched the back of his neck with the other. His movements were tense. Like a careful trance. Like a ringmaster training a newly born animal; okay, so maybe not the ringmaster part. But there was something burning behind those blue eyes of his.
Hunger... Longing, maybe.
"What do you want to talk about?" I asked. He gulped.
I saw him staring at me for a moment before looking away. "Stuff."
"What kind of stuff?" I folded my arms in vauge annoyance. Just spit it out! Did you or did you not try to kill me?
"Us." He sighed. "I know I'm too late. And I dissapointed you in so many ways. Merce, believe me... I'm a better person now. I'm not doing bad things anymore."
I looked at him blankly. What. The. Hell.
What is he talking about? Did he just confess?
Before I knew it. Brandon leaned in and kissed me. KISSED ME!
His lips were too soft. I groaned. But I was too shocked.
Brandon Asher is kissing me. And I'm afraid to admit it, but I liked it. I may have kissed plenty of boys in the past. But this is all new to me.
I have AMNESIA, for crying out loud!
The hand tucked into his pocket cupped my face and the kiss deepened. Why am I kissing him back?
"GET AWAY FROM HER!" An angry voice thundered.
When I looked nehind Brandon, Kylie, Jules and Gretchen were staring at us with shock. But the menacing warning didn't come from their mouths.
It was from a very angry looking- gulp- Topher.
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Smoke and shattered mirrors
Teen FictionMy name is Mercicus Love, but often called Merci. I`ve gone missing since my sixteenth birthday after a terrible accident that led me to forgetting my charmed life and identity. Amnesia, as the official diagnostics put it. But when i returned to my...