Playing Dangerous

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Silas' POV...

I wake up in stranger's bed. That stranger is Tate, who's lying on my chest and she's hugging me.

How the hell did I manage to end up here?

I can feel her heartbeat. I sigh but dare to stare at her face. Her features mesmerize me, soft, angelic, calm, vulnerable, almost addictive. Her nose and eyes and lips, oh those lips... I can still taste how sweet and tasty they were. Despite hesitation in my head I still brush my thumb on her cheek. Her skin is so goddamn soft, so gentle. She reacts to my touch and stretches herself until her face is buried in the nape of my neck.

She smells poisonous. She's so sweet, so clean and so... I can't even describe this smell. It's unbelievably beautiful... just like her.

No. No. No. No. This is wrong. This is so wrong. She can't be this comfortable in my arms. No, I shouldn't allow that.

I remove arms she was tangled in. Slowly though. I carefully place her head back on the pillow. Despite everything I do not want to disturb her sleep. I put my shoes on and try to find my phone. It's not here, it's not anywhere. Oh, I just remember I threw it out of the window last night.

Last night... what happened last night? That guy, William. He hit me. He dared and hit me. Why did he think she needed protection from me? I would never harm her, he couldn't know that but I hope Tate does. I hope I don't seem like a guy she should be vigilante with to her.

Checking if she's still sleeping, I give myself permission to search her room. Something inside me needs anything, any kind of evidence that she's up to something. I know she is and I need to have a proof of it. It's pure curiosity. I can't really explain, but I just need to know.

I open her wardrobe and start seeking for anything. Instead of evidence I find little scarf. I'm on the wrong path and it starts to worry me. But I want to do it, despite going towards the wrong direction. I slowly bring it to my nose. No, I don't need to smell her scent one more time, so I return it back. Suddenly my eyes catch fabric which's quality isn't as good as her other ones. It's stained dark green jacket, as if it's taken out from the garbage.

That's enough. It's not right thing to do. I return everything back as they were except that little scarf. I tuck it in my pocket.

Before I leave I write little note for her.

Thank you for sharing your bed

I don't return to home, I can't listen to another lecture about my fucked up lifestyle. So I get ready in school's closet and head towards the cafeteria. "Whoa, what happened to you, mate?" Daniel asks, pointing at my swollen eye.

"I can ask the same question." Ada worked well with him. Their quarrels are getting out of the hand but it'll be lesson for him to not film something like that next time.

"Still hates me, but less passionately." He shrugs. "You haven't answered. So, who did this masterpiece? Don't tell me it was a new girl." I shoot the look at him.

"New guy." My jaw tenses from anger building in me. "William."

"Whoa,"

"Yeah, he was trying to protect her from me I guess." This thought depresses me.

"That's a bit exaggerating, isn't it? Just arrived and he's already got us out of the system. I spotted him and Aria talking and laughing." He rolls his eyes. Aria...

In the hallway I spot Tate with Clemonté twins, French perfumer's pride and joy. Bullying Mitchell is my and Chuck's hobby, but since he's my father's partner's son and heir I can't really do much. It's not something I relish but I'm still having fun letting my anger or jealous and envy out. He had what I always wanted and I have every right to hate it. A truly happy family. The way his father embraced son before leaving him in school, the way he is sending gifts for every important and unimportant events. His parents were always interested in their son's life. Mine never did...