Canadian Kisses

Caught Me Red Handed, Literally

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Daniella

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Reign.

Sigh. My mum caught me cutting, it was real bad. I have this long scar down my arm. I felt no emotion while cutting, kinda pleasuring. Mum refused to talk to me the whole time I had breakfast with my parents. Dad just looked disappointed. I couldn't care less though.

I neared the same black Porsche that was parked in my house yesterday. I agreed to ditching with Braylon. Don't ask me why I did, it was honestly out of sheer curiosity. Braylon leaned against his car looking all bad boy. As I neared him, a slight frown appeared on his face but soon changed to a half hearted loop side grin.

"Hey" he breathed out, cold foggy clouds following out of his mouth.

I wrap my arms round my body to shield the cold from coming through my thin purple sweater. "Hey" I reply.

"So you decided to ditch with me?" He smirks running a hand trough his dirty blonde-ish hair.

"Yes." I nod.

He looked so cool in the thin white shirt he was wearing. On top of that a leather jacket. I could see his abs, very toned and well built. Good thing I got a good view of it this morning.

His voice immediately snapping me out of my thoughts. I silently curse myself for thinking that way of a player.

"Do you want to get in the car? It's getting pretty chilly out here."

"I thought you'd never ask. I'm fucking freezing."

He pauses looking at me tilting his head to the side. A playful smile tingling on his lips, he stares at me slightly amused.

"What?" I snap at him a bit too harshly.

"You sound hot when you cuss. Kinda like a badass." He explains getting in the car.

My cheeks flush and heat up when he said I sounded hot. Like, how the hell can I sound hot. But fucking Braylon Wesley said I sound hot, and I'm a badass. I open the car door still flushed, getting in I put my seatbelt on- avoiding eye contact with Braylon.

"Where are we going?." I ask still avoiding eye contact.

"That's for me to know and you to find out." He says staring down at me.

"Oh stop being a cliché bitch" I laugh looking up at him.

He laughs too. I notice his voice is deeper but lighter when he laughs.

"No, seriously I'm not telling you where we are going."

"I hate you already." I sigh slumping back into the passengers seat as he started to pull out the parking lot.

He looks at me from the corner of his eye. "No you don't hate me already."

"The what do you think I think of you?" I challenge.

"You like me." He shrugs ruefully.

"I don't like players." I mumble.

Surely enough he heard me. I looked up and saw a pained expression on his face. He was about to say something when the words fell short. Braylon turned to face the road, his jaw clenching and flexing. He's mad at what I said. Again, I silently curse myself. Sigh.

>>>>>>>>>>>

"Wow, this place is so beautiful!" I gasp taking a look at my surroundings.

"Yeah, I used to come here when I was little. With my mum." He glares at me with his hands laying in his pockets.

He's still mad.

"I'm sorry."

Braylon looks at me with sheer confusion. He purses his lips and folds his arms. I know what he's playing at.

"Sorry for what?." He demanded.

"I'm sorry for saying, I don't fall for players" I croaked shuffling between feet "Even though it is true."

"I, Braylon Forrest," he puts a hand to his chest "Half accepts your apology. Now let's get over this bridge and enjoy the view."

I simply nod and walk over the long bridge with fairy lights dangling from the edges. Braylon had brought me to the Fairy bridge. Well at least that's what he called it. It's the only place in Vancouver's forest that doesn't snow. It's just misty with fog, quite mysterious.

I follow behind Braylon, making sure I grip onto the rails of the bridge. It's up pretty high. Braylon leads me to a damp patch on the grass. It's very close to a low running stream upfront, everything looking so surreal. We could barely see the clouds gazing up, the canopy of trees covering the sky.

Braylon sits on the damp patch of grass and I copy his moves; sitting beside him. Facing the stream.

"You have thirty days" he smiled playfully. His jaw playing with emotion, trying to find the right one.

I gawk at him trying to find out what his aim was.

I hate happy people, I hate how they're happier than me.

"Thirty days for what?" I reply bitterly. A guy like him shouldn't be this nice.

A guy like him is never nice. He's a player, a jerk, a womanizer. I hate guys like him.

"Thirty days" he repeated "You have thirty days with me. If I can make you somewhat happy, less depressed, less....suicidal, then I get to be your friend. If I don't succeed then I'll let you return to your" he paused for a moment searching for the right words "Life?"

How does he know I'm suicidal or depressed. Do I really show it?. Can people tell by looking at me. I know I'm somewhat thin, but I don't starve myself. I would ask him how he's knows but I couldn't be bothered.

I nod. I'm going to win.

I intend to win.