Deceiving Destiny

Chapter 18: Happy Endings Only Happen in Books, This is No Fairytale Dear Fiona.

Chapter 18: Happy Endings Only Happen in Books, This is No Fairytale Dear Fiona.

"You're clearly not thinking right Angel," he mumbled, his eyes not missing a beat. I knew rejection when I heard one, it has been my constant companion through the years but I refused to let the needles stabbing through me deter me, I'll get what I want- one way or another.

"Look- Blake didn't get to finish what he was going to say when I claimed his lips with mine, his words drowned by my mouth. His lips were nothing alike Nate's- his mouth was hot and tasted like mint at the same time, whereas Nate's tasted like candies. This kiss was nothing like the temporary comfort I always felt when Nate and I kissed, this kiss was destructive and addicting and just mindblowing all in one- all I knew my kisses should be. His lips made electricity zap up from my head down to my little toes, a gasp of surprise left him and I took it as my advantage, sloppily pushing my tongue inside his mouth.

I know I'm not thinking straight and that I'm in no position to kiss him but I just did, the overwhelming feeling to taste his lips pushed me over board- he tasted exactly the same the first time we kissed.

My fingers found its way to his dark locks but before I could tug on it and lose myself in him forever, the kiss was broken too soon. Blake pushed me gently away, his mouth set into a thin reprimanding line. My breath came out in short pants and I could feel his breath doing the same. I was tempted to kiss him again, swollen lips suit him just fine, but as I tried to drunkenly steal one kiss from him again, he flat out rejected me.

"Stop it Madielyn. The sober you would not have done this, you're clearly drunk." He was looking at me impassively but his pitch black eyes gave something away, they were dilated- mirroring my brown eyes.

"I'm not that drunk." I stubbornly argued. I once again tried to kiss him, everything in me begging his lips to touch mine but Blake's not having any of it.

"Goddamn it. I said stop."

His harsh words finally did it and I stopped, too shocked and embarassed and humiliated to do otherwise. Blake pinched the bridge of his nose and wordlessly clean the mess I made, not looking at me once. He was angry, I could feel it. He stashed the empty cans of beer a little too hardly, making me jump a couple of times- I was a blubbering mess. I thought he'd be happy that I kissed him, that I finally allowed myself to admit that I have feelings for this sinfully gorgeous man but his anger thrown me off guard. Did he not want me anymore?

He was done too soon and silently signalled for me to follow him, his back facing me- not checking if I was following him. Blake's blunt attitude ripped the band aid I hastily covered my fissured heart with, and with the pain that suddenly bombarded me came the anger, I wouldn't be a sick martyr and let everyone else repeatedly hurt me over and over again.

The alcohol was slowly leaving me and I was thankful because it somehow let me see clearly and walked a little closer to straight, I went at the opposite direction Blake was treading on- not caring if I don't have a place to stay tonight, the thing I care about was to walk away with what little dignity I have left.

"Where do you think you're going?" Blake growled in my ears, his warm hand holding my arm firmly. I bit back a moan when his touch shoot up tingles under my skin, he probably noticed that because he quickly retracted his hand- leaving my wounded heart cold.

I embraced the anger that came after it. Anger is good, it takes my mind and heart off the hurt I feel. I ignored his question and continued my walk.

I heard him cursed behind me and I let out a small sickening smile, glad to be nothing but a burden to him. He was annoyingly persistent because he once again caught up with me and made me face him, his dark eyes glinting dangerously.

"I'm not going to leave you alone in the middle of nowhere where some fucking psychos could've been lurking around. You're coming with me, end of discussion."

"Tell yourself that but I'm not going with you."

He raised his brows the way I hated, like he was amused that I even have the guts to go against him and showing my point, I marched away from him, not minding the small cuts marring my bare feet.

"Suit yourself." He mused before I felt myself being lifted against his broad chest. The sudden movement caused my head to spin and I groaned in pain for a while, letting him carry me effortlessly towards his Black Camaro.

"I'm not coming with you in that forsaken house! Put me down!" Blake ignored my outburst and gave me a wry smile when I repeatedly smack his chest. "You don't get to decide what I wanted, just turn a blind eye and pretend you haven't seen me, leave me alone!"

He carried me in one hand and opened the door easily before carefully depositing me on the car seat. I tried to get out but Blake held me firmly and placed the seatbelt over me tightly, not letting me escape. He then got in the driver's seat and revved the engine, wordlessly pulling out the curb.

The thick silence enveloped us in the car for a while, the drive back was filled with tension, no one was willing to break the silence. My alcohol filled haze was slowly diminishing and the constant pounding in my head was steadily replacing the high I felt not a couple of minutes ago. I let myself looked outside the tall buildings filled with light, tracing their outlines with my eyes. I could feel the events of last night and this midnight catching up to me, my body trembling with dread. I refused to dwell on it but they're like parasites feeding on me, feeding on my misery.

The memory that stuck the most was the kiss Blake and I shared, I could still taste his mint in my mouth, I could still feel how alive he made me feel. I should probably regret going behind Nate's back and kissing someone else when he's not around but I felt nothing of that, the only thing I wanted to do right now was to kiss Blake again- which he clearly doesn't want to do.

Silent tears streamed down my face when his rejection finally hits home, I am so ashamed- so utterly disgusted with myself by forcing myself on him. He hates kissing me, that's the only thing that went around in my head. What started as a quiet cry turned into a nerve wracking sob as I realized how shitty my life is, I am someone who deserved nothing in life.

The car swerved to a stop and I heard Blake unclipped his belt, crouching down in front of me when he pushed my seat back.

"You hate me don't you?" I sniffed, refusing to look into his eyes. "I kissed you and you hated it, I thought you liked me? You also get tired of looking after the pathetic girl that is me aren't you? I wouldn't blame you, I'll give up on me too."

He stayed silent for a while before answering, his voice held a controlled anger in it, "What would you feel if the girl you've been pining for all your life kissed you out of misery, to drown her problems away? If I'm a class A asshole, which you probably think so, I would've kissed you just as hard and you'd be laying in the backseat of this car naked and thoroughly fucked." Blake held my chin, making me face him. His eyes held the certain softness reserved especially for me. "But I'm nothing like that, I'll never take advantage of you Maddie. Even though it kills me to admit it, I don't think I'm the one you need."

"I-I love you." I croaked out, my heart thrashing frantically against my chest.

Blake stilled for a moment, his pitch black eyes soften a little more before hardening. "As much as I'd want that to be true, I know it's the alcohol that's speaking. It isn't me you need, it's Nate. I'm slowly coming to terms with that fact and in time, I'll be okay with it."

"That's not true. I know what I'm saying Blake, I love you. I haven't stop loving you, believe me!" I shouted frantically when he shook his head at each word I uttered.

"Let's get you home." He simply stated, his face taut in anger.

"Believe me please." I whispered. His mouth remained shut when he gave me one last painful glance before sitting back at the driver's seat, letting me know that the discussion was over.

"Blake..." I'm afraid that he too, has finally given up on me.