Untouchable
/ˌʌnˈtʌtʃəbəl/
adjective
[more untouchable; most untouchable]
: not able to be touched: such as
a : too powerful or important to be punished, criticized, etc.
b : too good to be equaled by anyone else
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Alistair's POV
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When I kissed her, it was like a thousand fireworks went off all at once. Her touch was warm, grounding, and when our lips moved in sync, it just felt… right. I hadn’t felt anything like this since my relationship with Kennedy.
Kennedy was my first love. We’d known each other since preschool, starting off as friends, but everything changed once middle school hit. I started feeling things for her—things I didn’t quite understand but knew were real.
We got together when we were thirteen and stayed together all through freshman year and halfway through sophomore year. I’d convinced myself we were meant to last, that she was my forever. But looking back, I was naive to think she could ever truly love me the way I loved her.
I still remember that day, clear as if it were yesterday. I was looking for her, hoping to talk, maybe steal a few minutes together. That’s when I heard her laugh echoing from my bedroom. At first, it made me smile, but it didn’t last. Because when I opened the door, there she was—kissing my best friend, Mason. Right there, in my house, in my room.
I froze, staring at them, heart pounding in my chest. I slammed the door shut, hoping, maybe foolishly, that she’d come after me. That she’d tell me it was a mistake, just a terrible, impulsive error. But she didn’t. She didn’t even care enough to try.
That night, I ended it. I went to her place and broke things off, refusing to listen to her explanations or excuses. The betrayal cut deep, and I knew moving past it wouldn’t be easy. Kennedy was my everything, and losing her shattered that part of me.
It got worse a week later. She dumped Mason too—left him for some college guy she’d met at a party. When she wouldn’t tell Mason who the guy was, he jumped to conclusions and came over to confront me, accusing me of going behind his back. We got into it that day, fists flying and tempers flaring. By the end, we swore never to let anyone come between us again.
Kennedy had never truly wanted me. She was using me to climb, to boost her social standing. She always had been. It hurt to admit that, but I knew it was the truth. And after that, I swore I’d never let myself fall in love again. I’d keep my heart out of it.
“Alistair!” Ivy’s voice snapped me back to reality. She leaned casually against the locker beside mine, her usual warmth in her expression, though I could see a hint of concern in her eyes.
“You good?” she asked softly.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied, giving a half-shrug, though I wasn’t even sure if I believed it myself. Ivy studied me for a second, like she was trying to read between the lines.
“Well, if you ever wanna talk, I’m here,” she offered with a small smile, her sincerity tugging at something inside me.
I rolled my eyes, deflecting. “The only thing we need to talk about is this movie we’re going to see,” I said, forcing a grin.
Her face lit up. “Right! I’ve heard it’s supposed to be good. Now come on, the others are already waiting for us outside!”
With a laugh, she grabbed my hand and pulled me along, surprising me by heading toward the driver’s seat. I raised an eyebrow. “You’re driving?”
She shrugged, flashing a grin. “Guess I got bored of riding shotgun.”
I chuckled, settling into the passenger seat beside her. I didn’t know if I’d let myself fall again. But maybe, just maybe, if I did, I’d be okay.
--- A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! What did you think? This one’s more of a filler to give you some backstory between Alistair and Kennedy. The next chapter will shift back to Ivy’s perspective!
