Temporary Kisses

Part 17

So sorry the wait has been so long guys but I've had serious writers block which I think I've fixed now

Thanks for sticking with me <3

Molly xx

Alan or whatever his fucking name is, kept his head down and ignored me every single English lesson, which I was very glad about. I guess he assumed that he'd taken the place of someone who was a touchy subject, and he was correct. Asher had now been gone around six months and I had now got to the stage where my heart was just numb...I was just numb. Ellie had attempted to boost my mood by setting me up with random guys, a jock from the football team, one of the seniors and even some nerd from the chess club. But none of them were Asher. None of them could compare to him in any way shape or form. Yes, Asher was an arrogant dick at the best of times, but he was my arrogant dick, and now he's gone. I should be able to let go, considering I've only really known him a few months maybe, yet there was something about him that I felt so drawn to. Never before had a arrogant, cocky attitude made me love a guy so much, and he simply wouldn't be the same if he was just a 'nice guy'. Maybe I just liked his whole bad boy persona and maybe that was why he had so much...sex appeal, or maybe I truly...loved him. Did I love him? I thought about it and sighed deeply whilst scratching my head in contemplation. I did. There aren't many more explanations for it. I loved Asher De Lavonne and I didn't even have the good grace to listen to his side of the story. I decided to listen to a sheet of paper rather than Asher himself, and that's why I had lost him, that's why he had left, because of me, because he hated me. I bought a hand up to my face and bit my lip hard, the metallic taste of my own blood filling my mouth. He was gone...far away from me, it was my fault and I had to live with the consequences. I stood up from my desk with a screech of my chair, and barged down the passage between the desks ignoring the cries of unsuspecting students. I barged out of the doors eliciting calls from Mrs Baker yet I ignored her as I marched down the hallway to the room holding the person who was my only hope. I burst through the doors to the detention room only to find it absolutely stark empty with the lights turned out. The room was shrouded with darkness showing no signs of Nolan. I dropped to my knees; my face was devoid of emotion and finally for the hundredth time, the floodgates opened and the tears rolled down my face. I was fed up with crying yet I couldn't stop the ever-present flow of water dripping from my eyes. I was on my knees sobbing my heart out when I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Cat what are you doing here you're supposed to be in lessons," Said a soft voice. My head snapped up and I looked up into the soft eyes of Nolan, the guy I had been looking for. I stood up slowly brushing the tears away and fixing my tangled matted hair to become more presentable. I sighed and simply said "Nolan, I want the truth" I stood there, my body wracking with sobs, waiting for a reply. Nolan grabbed my hand and led me over to his desk where a spare chair was sitting. I took a seat and awaited my answer.

"Well, Asher did...push that guy but the rest of the story is what you're missing. He was a gang leader who was intent on killing Asher, our sister and I a-"

You have a sister how come Asher never mentioned her?" I interrupted him.

He sighed deeply and looked down at the ground. "We...don't have a good relationship with her and we haven't see her since we left Brazil, So what Asher did, he did in self defence only a-and now he's gone back to Brazil where...I don't know if he's dead or alive." His eyes glistened with unshed tears

Asher's POV

Black...all I could see was black, and then I sat up and realised it was just the spare bedroom in my childhood friend's house. Ivy walked into the room at that moment and all I felt was something cold and wet showering down on me. I jumped up in shock and shook out my now wet hair like a dog. I looked around my dreary black bedroom to find a sheepish Ivy standing near the door with a large pint glass in her hand. I shot up from the bed and wrestled her down onto the bed and began tickling her until she squealed and kicked. I chuckled deeply and paused my tickle attack. "That'll teach you not to try to drown me in my damn sleep Miss Ivana De-Angelo!" I said with a smirk playing on my lips. She laughed nervously and raced out of the room as fast as a ten year old with One Direction in front of them. I laughed deeply and groaned as the familiar and annoying sound of my phone went off once again. It had been about two weeks since I had left England and come to Brazil and my phone had not stopped ringing or dinging or just making noise in general. I peered at the screen to find a cute picture of Cat sitting on a bench eating ice cream, which was her contact photo. My rage boiled over and rose to the surface quickly and explosively. I threw my phone in a random direction and it hit the wall across the room from me, shattering into a million pieces all over the carpet. I clenched my fists as I thought about what had happened with her. She actually had the nerve to call me after what she assumed of me? She chose to believe that stupid piece of paper over me? I punched the nearby wall with a huge force creating a gaping hole, which caved in at the point of impact. My knuckles burned and blood dripped down my hand and splashed onto the floor around me staining the soft cream floor. I felt tears prick my eyes but I angrily wiped them away refusing to let them fall and punched the wall again...and again...and again until my hand was a messed up bloody mess yet I didn't feel that pain at all, I only felt the pain of my little minha gata hating me...thinking I was a murderer. She didn't understand, she didn't know my story or me and she wouldn't even let me try to explain. She didn't know the hardships I'd been through and she sure as hell didn't know what happened that night, yet she made me feel more loved than I've felt in a long time, and I guess...I loved her too. Hot tears began dripping down my cheeks falling from my eyes fast and spilling around me. I put my head in my hands and for the first time in a long while, I sobbed heavily into my hands.