Dead Hearts

Chapter 8 - Fridays and House Parties

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Chapter 8

Mara

Then

The week was over in a rush. It seemed like an endless routine now to me, ever since Aiden. He’d altered everything somehow- and I was worried. How would I ever get back to my regular, peaceful and quiet days with him around?

I sighed as the last bell rang Friday afternoon. I speed walked to my locker, the noisy hallway silent for once. I could almost touch the tired aura that hung over the school. I perked up thinking about Christmas break- in just one week, we would be free to go for a month. I suddenly felt immensely relieved.

My train of thought stopped there, as soon as I felt a pair of lean, pale hands on my hips. I rolled my eyes, not being able to help the smile that crept up its way into my lips. I couldn’t very well avoid the whole Aiden business now, could I?

His hands were still firmly placed above my hips as I closed my locker shut and picked up my book bag. He didn’t even move when I leant down to grab it, and I swear I could taste his smirk already.

I turned then, looking at him with mockingly slit eyes.

“Hello to you to, cupcake.” I said dryly.

“It’s been a while since you call me that.” He said this with his voice low, his head hung down to my collarbone. I sighed, thinking that there was nothing in the world that would’ve taken me away from his possessive embrace then.

“This is quite the picture, isn’t it?” I laughed, imagining people’s faces if they’d see us now, even though the hallways were vacant by then.

He hummed quietly, turning his head up to look at me, his fingers now locking on the belt loops on my jeans. I stared up at him, my face straight now.

“Let’s go then. I’ll take you home.”

“I can walk. I have legs.”

“You made that very clear the day you wore those shorts.” He cut me off, his eyebrows furrowing, pulling me into him.

I grinned now.

“Yeah… well. Legs. Walk. Bye.” My car broke down, again. It may have looked fancy, when all it was, was a piece of useless metal. Kind of like my dad.

Dealing with his stubbornness was just getting unnerving now. I grasped his hands as I said this, and he took the chance to intertwine his fingers with mine.

“Nope.” He pulled me again, this time rougher. I laughed against his chest.

“Yep.”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“I can go home by myself.”

“No.”

“Yes?”

“Nope.”

I groaned, stamping my feet on the floor. He laughed at my childish behavior, and ended up catching my hand as I tried to let it go.

We walked together into the light drizzle. I breathed in.

It smelled like possibility.

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I shut the door of my house, walking in with my book bag dragging behind me. I hollered at my mom, who was at the kitchen, and collapsed into my bed.