A Unique Crossover

Chapter84: Don't want this

Standing in front of the door that I'd walked through. Finding Haylie staring at me, surprised that I walked out of Cameron's room. Although I was supposed to be hiding, I couldn't anymore. I had to come out. I just had to see him.

Cameron looked up as he and David turned their attention toward me when they heard my voice. Staring at me as a big brother, asking me through his eyes, 'Are you ok?'

Giving a stub nod as I watched those broad shoulders drop from the tension before hearing his sigh, "Ariel."

Almost ran into his chest as he pulled me towards him. Holding me so tight, as if he was scared of letting go. He didn't want to let go. Neither did I, not for a while.

Still holding him as his lips showered thousands of kisses over my face, "Why would you do that? Why would you scare me like this, love?"

Kissing my face more as the tears finally fell down. I couldn't hold them back any longer, not after what I'd heard. Not while hearing his voice break with relief and fear for the thought of not seeing me again, "Why would you hide, love? Why?!"

A tearful scoff when this ridiculous yet true thought came up, "Because I'm the White Rabbit, and you're the Mad Hatter. You're the only one who could find me, right?"

Understanding the method of my madness before lightly chuckling, "Right."

Standing on top of my tiptoes to softly crush my lips against his. Returning a kiss for the hundreds that he had covered my face with. Ignoring the soft gasps and awe's from Haylie and Cameron.

Forgetting that Stephanie kissed him, she doesn't matter. She never did because I belonged to David. And he belongs to me and she can't get between the two of us. She never will.

Leaning our heads against each other, staying like this for a moment before saying simultaneously to each other, "We need to talk."

Taking his hand before leading us towards Cameron's room. Closing the door behind us while turning on the light. Taking the note out of my back pocket, "You never wrote this."

Gently taking the note, reading it. Shaking his head, staring at the piece of paper as if he's trying to set it on fire, "This is one of her oldest tricks. Stephanie used to write these secret letters to whoever had a small crush on me in high school and on campus. Telling girls to meet at a certain time and place to make out with me in front of them."

"And it worked." As much as I hate to admit it, but it's true. This trick that Stephanie had used is one that she had mastered in. "When I saw her in your room, kissing you, I thought that you two were still together. I - I thought of everything being a lie and thought of all of the wrong things. . ."

Softly, I was pulled back into his arms. Holding me even closer to him as he comforts me, "I'm so sorry that she did this. I'm so sorry that she wrote this note to you with that rose, I should have never let this happen."

Shaking my head, looking up at him with tearful eyes, "You didn't know. Neither of us had ever thought about Stephanie or if she would ever catch us together."

We were so in our bubble of being lowkey that we didn't think what could happen if someone caught us. This was something that we didn't really think through or came up with a plan. In case we would get caught or seen by anyone. We should have been more prepared, we really should have.

Wiping my tears before admitting something very dark and heartless, "I wanted to kill her."

Looking down towards where our stomachs were touching. Too ashamed to look at David as I admit, "When I saw her, daring to kiss you. Her daring kissed you in your room while I stood in front of the door. All I wanted to do was grab her by the hair and smashed her face into the wall until she wasn't screaming anymore. I - I was so angry that I wanted to hurt her. That's why I ran away. That's why I had to leave campus because if I didn't, I would have killed Stephanie."