The Bitter Start.

Chapter eight.

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"So you're back to Max." He said blankly and I looked at him, confused.

"What do you mean? I am not back to anyone." I said but he sat on a stool in the dimly lit room.

"You talked to him first voluntarily, you kissed him, you two even held hands. Don't play around, I want to know." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"Him and I are only friends, nothing more." I said honestly and he glared at me.

"You do not have to lie to me." He said seriously but I glared at him.

"You can think I'm lying all you want, Dawson, but the truth is, is that I'm not. I have no reason to lie, if I slept with someone or kissed someone, if I touched someone or if someone touched me, and you asked me, I'd tell you the full truth, in detail if you wanted." I shrugged and walked to the door, tired of his inquisition.

"We need to talk about what you had accused me of. Of only choosing you to be in the group for my personal use." He said and I looked back at him.

"I was just angry. I didn't like how you insulted Abi like that."he looked at me angrily.

" Well you shouldn't sprout something off like that when you're mad, it made me think you actually thought that." He said and I ran a hand through my hair, opening the door but looking back at him,

not quite in the eye though.. I haven't been able to.

"Honestly I don't know what to think. Everyone has doubts sometimes Dawson, even me." And with that the bell rung, indicating I was more than late.

"Aliyah, stop." he commanded and I immediately stopped but glared at the floor, his stupid skill.

"You actually think that I planned for us to get together Just one night and us be done. I've known you for years, I have held out." He said but I only shrugged.

" I don't know what to think, and this is the first time that I have gone against you or even said something about it because sometimes I can't talk to you about certain things with out being terrified about it," I look to the wall and roughly run a hand through my hair.

"I haven't been terrified of anyone since I was beaten, it freaks me out that someone so close to me, my leader, my 'friend', and I'm so scared to take on a topic with you that you won't like." It was hard for me to admit that, I never thought I'd ever come out with it, and I glanced at a furious but stunned Dawson.

"You're afraid of me?" He asked, his voice strained but demanding an answer and I closed my eyes briefly and sigh.

"Answer me Aliyah, truthfully. Are you afraid of me?" He said as he stepped away from our close proximity.

Opening my eyes, and I glance at Dawson to see him staring at my rigid uncomfortable step.

"Sometimes.. It's just because you look so calm and under control all the time when I know you have some unseen emotion under that mask, and I have no idea if its something good or something that makes you want to punch someone." I rushed out and he stepped closer to me.

"So you're saying that the reason you don't cooperate with me is because I hide my emotions?" He asked me tentatively and I frowned but nodded silently, then the next thing I know, I'm being dragged into the janitors closet again and lips were on mine.

I had gotten too lost in his touch to really think much as he hotly grabbed my hips, scrunching my shirt up and there was skin to skin contact, and when I tried to catch my senses, I accidentally opened my mouth and he plunged his tongue in my mouth.