Enchanted || 5sauce

Chapter Fourteen

love you all a lot ok yay

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Tia's P.O.V

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I sat. I waited. I sighed, tapping my fingers on the sofa next to me. I continued waiting. I grabbed my phone, checking the time and my texts. It'd been four hours, and nothing. No angry texts, no sudden outbursts, nothing. I sighed again, this time tapping my fingers on my collarbone.

I stood, walking towards the kitchen. I poured myself some apple juice and grabbed a peanut butter cup from the cupboard. I returned to the sofa. I drank my juice, I ate the food. I sighed again, and checked my phone for the final time, then turning it off.

I stood again, and began to pace around my room. Why hadn't he done anything? I'd done mean things to him, especially today with the pictures, why hasn't he reacted? Maybe I should make the first move, call him, make it seem clueless, see how he reacts?

No, that's stupid. He knew it was me. He obviously did, I was the only one with access to those photos. I would react. I'd explode all over anyone who did this to me. So, why wasn't he? Maybe he was being the bigger man, letting it go.

I fiddles with a strand of my hair, flopping down on my sofa. Maybe he was just going to show up and explode all over me. Any second now. Nope, no Luke. Maybe he was just going to be the clever one, and pretend it all never happened. But I couldn't. No matter what I did, all I could do was think of him. Even when I'm with Ashton my thoughts are on him.

And thinking of Ashton, what are we? Are we an item? A thing? Are we Tashton? Or are we just occasionally going to make out? Does he want more than that? Do I want more than that? I sighed in frustration again, getting up once more and going back to pacing.

I'd made such a mess out of this "new start." Instead of starting from a clear slate, I'd gone way back two years, and found Luke. Not that I didn't want to see Luke, but who knew this would happen when I did see him?

My door opened, but it wasn't a huge slam that I expected if Luke ever showed up, so I kept to my pacing, still thinking through everything until someone clad in black Vans was stood in front of me. I raised my gaze, finding the one person I wasn't expecting. Luke.

"Hey there," I said, raising a hand slightly in a vain attempt of a wave, only to be greeted by a glare in return.

"Tia, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Luke asked, and even though he said it quietly, I could see just how angry he was, it just radiated off him. I opened my mouth, but he cut me off, his voice rising as he slowly progressed into a full shout, and I found myself backing away from him. "Why Tia? I am the laughing stock of this whole town now, there's even news reporters out in town because of the amount of photos there are! Why, what did I ever-"

"You kissed me!" I screamed at him, not caring if he was midsentence. "You kissed me, whilst you was with her, and that's not fair, Luke! That's not fair on me, or on her," I felt the anger start to build in me. This wasn't going to end well. This definitely wasn't going to end well.

Luke sighed and took a step towards me, which I matched with a step back. "Look, Tia, I didn't mean to kiss you, but don't you think you took things a little too far?"

I clenched my jaw, stepping towards him. "I took it a little too far? Me? Luke, you kissed me! You broke my heart," I was now in front of him, and my eyes were locked with his. "You are nothing but an inconsiderate jerk-faced idiot, who acts on instinct, and doesn't care about what impact his dumb-fuck actions might have on other people."

"And you too, Tia," he smirked at me. "You think I don't know that you and Ashton kissed, don't you? Like he wouldn't come to me, for some advice on what to do about his feelings for you? You just totally over-looked that possibility, didn't you? And the saddest thing is, you let me kiss you. You knew, full well, that I was going to kiss you, and yet you didn't stop, so don't play all 'innocent' on me, I know you wanted the kiss too."

"I didn't want to kiss you!" I screamed again, poking his chest in frustration. I hope he got a bruise there. "I never want to kiss you, you're just a part of my past, that seemed to return when I didn't need it, at all. And that kiss meant nothing, just like you mean noth-"

That was when my words were cut off by Luke once again, but this time in a somewhat different, but not really new, approach.

He smashed his lips against mine, pushing me up against the closest wall the second I started to harshly kiss him back, my eyes already closed. He moaned deep in the back of his throat as my hands went into his hair, using it as a way of pulling him even closer to me.

I pulled away from him, and his lips attacked my neck, causing me to groan and my body to twitch beneath his. "I fucking hate you," I spat at him as he continued.

He pulled away from my neck, putting his forehead against mine as our eyes locked. He laughed, loudly, and I raised an eyebrow at him. "I hate you more, trust me."

"I could never trust you, thick shit, you-"

"Shut up," and with that we were kissing again, more violent than last time. His hands trailed down my back, stopping to grope my butt momentarily before cupping around my thighs and lifting them up. I locked my ankles around his back as he carried us both over to the couch, not breaking the kiss.

He dropped me onto the cushiony surface before climbing on top of me, his lips travelling up my neck and onto my lips again, where they started to move in perfect synchronisation with mine. He trailed his tongue along my bottom lip, asking for a way in, which I denied. The second he realised I'd denied him access, he bit down on my bottom lip, hard enough to open a small cut.

My mouth and eyes opened momentarily as a small pain shot through my system, but it was long enough for him to take advantage of the moment and push his tongue into my mouth. Cheeky sod. Its not that I didn't like kissing with tongue, I love the small taste of tongue that brush together occasionally, its just that I wanted to tease him.

I pulled away once again, and he groaned, running a hand over my crotch in the hopes of getting me into it again, and he almost succeeded. Thank you, mother, for allowing me to inherit your self-control.

"You're such a pushy dick, can't take no for an answer, can you? Ever think that I don't want your tongue down my throat?" I snapped, but he just laughed, lowering his body to slowly rub himself against me in a slow, teasing manner.

"Tell me you don't want me," he whispered hotly in my ear. "And I'll stop."

"But what about your girlfriend?" I asked, suddenly regretting all of the time we'd just spent together.

"We broke up today, she's been cheating on me for over a month," he mumbled, going back to working on my neck, biting and sucking on my skin.

"Then what are you waiting for, Hemmings?" I asked him, and he stopped working on his hickey to lock eyes with me once again.

"What do you mean, Tia?" He questioned me, and I pulled his head down to mine, stopping when our mouths were a centimetre away.

"Kiss me."

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i am so done with myself right now i don't think you understand seriously i was writing this whilst chanting "no."

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