Vulpecula ✔️

Cursebreaker.

Kayden's POV

I slept with Ava in my arms. There was no way any of us were leaving her alone. She is just too precious and sweet to be left alone. Her small body molded perfectly with mine and I couldn't be more grateful for having her right there, in my arms. She gripped my t-shirt in her fist and slept with her head on my chest. And I saw heaven.

"You love her." Clayton stated.

"I'm falling for her." I corrected him and traced random patterns on her back. Come to think of it, I do think I've fallen in love with her, but I wanna take my time and then, slowly acknowledge that fact.

"Yeah right. What about Stephanie?"

The girl I had been sleeping with. She is a nice girl, but I don't like her at all. It was just sex with her. That's what we agreed upon, when she approached me and wanted me to bed her because she wanted to prove to her ex that she was outgoing and not a prude.

What I don't understand is, how can someone, who isn't comfortable having casual sex, a prude? What made Stephanie a prude? The fact that she remained loyal to her boyfriend? The fact that he was the only person she slept with? The fact that she didn't want to have sex with anyone else? And if she does go out with several people and has casual sex then she is a slut. How does it make sense?!

I might have to end things with her, Jessica and Rachel. I wanted a distraction from everything in my life, and these girls were offering me some fun nights, so I agreed. Because no matter what, I'm still a teenager and I crave for it. There are occassions where I only think about sex. My hand doesn't help me as much as I would like.

But I don't just throw the girls out of my house once we are done. I do make sure they are okay and offer them a lift to their own homes, to which they always decline and roll their eyes and remind me that it's just casual sex. At least the three didn't get attached to me.

"I'll have to stop with her." I said abscentmindedly.

"You should. And if you hurt Ava, I'll be the first one to punch you and mark my words the entire group is at her back." Clayton threatened in the most serious voice I've ever heard him speak.

"Do you like her?" I asked him.

"When she first arrived in the college? Yes. A lot. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She is a cute little goddess. And fierce and bold. So there was no reason for me to not like her. I did like her very much. But then I saw the resemblance between her and my sister. And I began loving her like she is her. So no, I'm not any threat to you. Though I can't say anything for the guys at the college."

"She deserves better."

"And you don't?"

"I don't."

"Bullshit. And you know it. Just because she died doesn't mean that it's your fault! You tried to save her." Clayton spat. I momentarily stilled. Nobody mentioned her after that incident.

"It was my fault Clay. You won't ever understand. I liked her a lot. Maybe I didn't love her and at that time I thought that being rude to the person you like was cool. So when she asked me for help, I refused. She just wanted me to drop her home because she was scared, at night we all know what happens with girls. I refused thinking I would look cool in front of those friends. And she..."

"She was raped and left half dead in that ally. You found her and you got her to the hospital. You did everything to save her. You paid her bills, you stayed in the hospital for a week with her. Even when her family wanted you out of there. Even when her family was treating you like shit. She didn't die because of you! She did recover because you brought her to the hospital in time. She committed suicide later because she couldn't take it. It wasn't your fault!" Clayton exasperated.