The Alphabet Theory

Chapter 16

Vincent and I stayed in my dorm room and processed what just happened.

'Woah, is it truly over? Are we really getting Medals of Valour?' I asked turning my head to see that Vincent was already looking at me.

'Yeah, we are. Can you believe it?' Vincent muttered, smiling at me and dropping his eyes down to my lips.

'Not one bit.' I whispered and I don't know whether I imagined this or whether it was real, but I am pretty sure that Vincent kissed me. He pressed my lips to his and then pulled away a second later.

'I owe Simon five pounds.' Otis smirked and I stumbled out of the bed and onto the floor.

'Ugh, shut up. Go make out with him, even better.' I shouted across the room even though it was completely unnecessary and lifted my arm so that he could see that my middle finger was un in the air just like a pole was up his arse.

'Piss off, will you? You better practice the songs I sent you for the end of year ceremony.' Simon waved and left the room. The songs he had sent me consisted of

A load of Queen songs, Måneskin songs and stuff like that.

I grabbed my guitar and started to play Teenage Dirtbag a personal favourite of mine.

I felt my phone buzz and I checked the message which was from Detective Miller

'Oh shit. They've officially arrested her down at the station.' I said as I read the text in disbelief.

'Finally, an end to our torment. I can't believe that all of this is done. Like, we actually solved the case.' Vincent said and evem though I personally thought that I had solved the case with some assistance from him I was willing to let it go.

I still don't know how I managed to build up the courage to do this but somehow, I did.

Somehow, I managed to build up the courage to kiss Vincent. Again.

I couldn't believe that I went into this school thinking that I would hate him forever and ended the year by kissing him and him kissing me back.

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I pulled away and turned bright red.

'We are not going to be talking about this ever again.' I muttered, just about loud enough for him to hear.

'But what if I want to? What if I want to talk about this again? What about that?' Vincent whispered bringing his face so close to mine that I could feel his breath on my face.

'Then you'll just have to do it again.' I replied, my weak attempt at flirting failed miserably but I don't think that it mattered that much because Vincent chuckled, brought his hands up to my neck and he kissed me.

'Want to talk about it now?' Vincent smirked when we pulled away.

'Fine...' I groaned and sat on my wheelie chair.

'What are we doing?' I asked.

'We're talking about what just happened.' Vincent replied in a 'duh' sort of tone.

'No, I mean like, what are we?' I scowled and Vincent stiffened up.

'I don't know, what do you want to be?' Vincent asked, resting his chin in his hands.

'I don't know! As of August 31st, I'd never had a friend before in my entire life, let alone a... you know. What do you want to be?' I asked and Vincent sighed.

'I want to be with you. I have for ages. Do you know how long I've wanted to be with you for? For four months and when you told me to kiss you, I thought that I was dreaming. So, what I want to be is yours. I want to be yours. Do you want to be mine? Do I even have the slightest chance at being with you? Tell me you don't have any feelings for me, and I will go. Tell me and I will-' I interrupted his spiralling love confession by kissing him on the lips.

'Yes, yes, I want to be yours.' I whispered softly, only loud enough for Vincent to hear and for the first time in a while, I looked at Vincent with a smile that I couldn't help, growing on my face.

'Oh, thank god, because just before you fainted, I told everyone at the film that I was going to tell you how I felt so they all know that this was happening and if you rejected me this whole thing would have been incredibly awkward.' Vincent laughed nervously, running his fingers through his hair.

'I bet they're listening to our conversation right now as we speak.' I scowled knowing that Brooke and Grace could not bear to let this happen with out them being there in the flesh.

'What? No, we are not!' I could hear Brooke protest outside the door.

'Shut up! Now they know that we're listening to their conversation, you idiot!' I heard Cassie hiss and I heard a light thud which was presumably Cassie whacking Brooke on the arm.

'It's fine guys, nothing secretive going on in here, you all can come in now.' Vincent laughed and everyone came tumbling through the doorway and everyone gave us a massive group hug.

'I can't believe that you finally asked her out, after all of the intense pining that he was making us experience.' Simon grinned and Vincent rolled his eyes.

'Pfft. No, I didn't. Shut up Si.' Vincent hissed and smacked Simon at the back of his head.

'Alright guys, we need to sleep. It's like eleven o'clock at night. Bye.' I ushered everyone out of the room except for my dorm mates.

I collapsed onto my bed, glad that today was finally over and so were the murders.