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Chapter 3: Yours Forever

Chapter 3: Yours Forever

Ail’s POV

School is an obnoxious hell hole filled with acne, failure, bull shit, drama, labels, dumb sappy stereotypes, whores, d#uche bags, discrimination, venomous bitches, assholes, and freaky new girls, meaning me.

I hated school, we were so babied there and teachers had to be so respected. Teachers could abuse their power, they picked favourites and since no one really knew me the pressure was solid. School was a tin can in which I was being compressed in.

Although some of the work was quite intriguing and I actually felt quite competent I still didn’t know all the regulations and terms. I found myself loosing focus. So I texted Pierce. It felt wrong to do it, have this device thingy that allowed me to communicate with him immediately but not directly.

“School is boring” I texted him.

“Haha” he typed back, but it was empty I preferred to see his actual smile and hear his throaty laugh.

“Thanks for the support” I typed hoping he’d realise I was being sarcastic.

“Skip” I could picture him shrugging it off.

“I can’t” I sighed and looked up from my lap, the teacher was still lecturing us on hygiene it made me laugh, I hated health class I knew how to look after myself in worse conditions.

“Meet me at the front of your school in 15,” after this he stopped replying.

I ran out to the gate as soon as class was over.

Pierce was leaning against one of my dad’s stupid cars, though he seemed to think it was something else, I thought of it as a just another form of transportation. He had a twisted smile on his face. He enclosed me in a hug and I buried my face into his warm neck pecking it with little kisses.

“Is it really that bad?” he asked me with a chuckle.

“No it’s just, I don’t really fit in and I just don’t like the system of it all,” I explained, “I miss the days when we could just do anything, have no schedule to follow no set work to complete, this new life I just don’t understand why this is how people live, why is this the acceptable way to live?”

“Sounds like someone’s been overthinking again,” he tells me.

“Yea, well, that’s what happens when I’m lonely,” as these words rolled out I could see his face drop. I knew he missed being around me as much as I did but my words were cruel. I should’ve realised he’d be feeling responsible for my solitude.

“Have you ever been to school?” I tried to lighten the mood.

“Actually yea, once. A social worker organised it. The place was a dump and I tried everything and anything to get expelled,” he chuckled.

“What did you do?” I wondered but the shook his head.

“Let’s just say it didn’t end well,” his eyes darkened and then brightened again.

“but like you said last night… this is only temporary, that we’ll leave this life with cash to burn, we won’t have to steal again, we could do anything,” there was a twinkle in his eyes that was spreading into mine.

“And I meant every word,” I said it as a promise. His smile widened and his arms pulled me to his warm chest. My hands ran up his back and could feel his muscles ripple. It started and intense burn in me and I wanted more.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and using his body as a support I slipped into point. My lips locked with his, warm and soft, my hands running through his curled hair. His hands tight around my waist, I felt safe and wanted, like he would never let me go. Our passion collided in waves that never seemed to pass but I was content in being in his arms forever.