As I walk into the school, he spots me and immediately starts talking to me. I brush past him, ignoring him, but today is definitely not my lucky day...
He grabs my arm firmly, stopping me, and turns me to face him. The pain on my face contorts his...
I turn to look at Lucas, who is doing something to the wall, and I watch him curiously. I find myself just staring at him, he's not so bad after all. He just needs your trust, and you know, it's not a bad thing to show a little love to those who are easily hurt. In fact, what they need is your trust and love, to feel understood.
"I know I'm very handsome, but don't jinx me," he says, and I smile.
"What are you doing there?"
"Do you want to see?" he replies, moving aside. I look at the wall, unable to say a word, but what I see makes me smile for some reason.
"Is this for me?" I ask, looking at him.
"It's for a girl I like."
"And who is she?" I respond, glancing back at the wall.
"You'll find out, someday," he tells me, looking at the wall with a smile.
On the wall, he had written this...
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"Do you want to write something too?" he asks, looking at me thoughtfully.
"Like what?"
"Whatever you want, whatever comes to mind," he replies, handing me the spray.
I take it and move a little farther down the wall.
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I step aside for him to see what I wrote.
"And who's this for?" he asks, smiling.
"For a boy who came into my life and turned it upside down," I respond, watching his smile grow even wider.
"So, you're saying it was a beautiful disruption?"
"Now, yes. At first, I'd say just a little," I reply, as he steps closer and wraps his arms around my waist.
"What was that for?" I ask, still in his embrace.
"You deserve so much more than what you have," he says softly. I smile and hug him back.
"Why are you saying that?" I ask as he pulls away, looking at me seriously.
"Because you don't deserve all the things you've been through. Not even what I put you through," he admits.
"Lucas, no one deserves the bad things they go through, but that's how life is. If it weren't for those things, we wouldn't learn what's right or wrong. Everything happens for a reason," I say, meeting his gaze.
"Why am I so stuck on you?" he asks, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Maybe because I'm the only one who understands you," I tease. "And because I'm a pretty unique case."
He laughs. "Okay, now you're getting cocky."
"So, that's how it is?" I smirk.
"But seriously, you're one of a kind to me," he says before kissing me unexpectedly. His kiss is rough, pressing me hard against him as his lips demand more. He bites my lower lip, seeking access, and when he gets it, our tongues clash in a heated dance.
After a few minutes, we pull back, gasping for air, his body still pressed against mine against the wall.
"If you don't want me to play dirty, don't tease me," he warns, his eyes intense.
"We're not even together for you to tell me what to do."
"We will be soon," he says confidently.
"And what makes you think I'll fall for you?" I ask.
"It's not a matter of hope. It's a matter of fact," he smirks. "You've already started, otherwise you would've stopped this game a minute ago."
He leans in closer, whispering in my ear, "I'm already starting to figure you out, little one." His breath sends shivers down my spine.
"Stop doing that," I manage to say.
"Why?"
"Because it's not fair."
"Or maybe it's something else?" he teases, then starts kissing my neck. This time, he grazes the tip of my ear with his lips, and I bite my bottom lip to keep calm. But my body reacts to him, asking for more.
"Lucas, stop," I say, struggling to keep my composure.
He pauses, looking into my eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Just stop."
"You're getting nervous," he says, studying me closely, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face. "Your body wants more, Emma. I know it. Is that why you want me to stop?"
His lips return to my neck, and he lightly licks the edge of my ear. I breathe heavily, unable to hold on much longer.
"I'll stop if you just admit I'm right," he murmurs between kisses.
"Fine, you're right," I exhale, my breathing ragged. He stops, smirking triumphantly as he pulls back.
"That's all I wanted to hear."
"Don't get too excited. It's normal," I reply. "You're not the only one who affects me."
His expression darkens instantly.
"What do you mean 'the only one'? Is there someone else?" he asks, his tone serious as he stares at me intensely.
There isn't anyone else, but if I admitted that, he'd get too cocky.
"Maybe."
"I need a straight answer. Is there? Yes or no?" His voice is demanding now.
"Sorry, Lucas, but things won't go your way just because you want them to."
He clenches his jaw, eyes narrowing as he presses me harder against the wall.
"Emma, don't play games with me."
"Why not? It's fun watching you get mad," I laugh.
He chuckles darkly before his lips crash onto mine again, this time rougher, more aggressive. His hands find their way to my hips, grabbing them firmly.
You brought this on yourself, Emma. Time to deal with the consequences..
