Michael and I started hanging out a lot recently. we've been to Cafes to have lunch, parks to have picnics and shopping centres to shop. he's become a really good friend to me and I appreciate it. martha has let me take the week off but made me promise to go the next week. I guess she felt sorry for me or wanted me to have a friend or something. I don't care.
I got the week off. I hadn't seen tate in the whole week. Michael looks so much like tate it's unbelievable. Michael has a different face structure and some features are easily distinguished from tate's. but just the messy hair and eyes makes them almost the same to me. maybe they were cousins or something.
it was saturday and I was sitting home. I was reading a book quietly and slowly, absorbing the poetic words. words were always so magical to me, especially in a poetic form. I put the book down to change the song that was playing when I noticed someone standing at the end of my bed.
"Tate?" I spoke, barely above a whisper.
his shoulders were hunched and he was in a very strong posture and stance. he gulped while looking at me and then he spoke. "don't speak to him ever again. he's no good." he grunted.
"Michael? but he's my friend. he's so nice to me and everything. stop getting so worked up, he's fine." I waved him off and got up slowly to change the song.
Tate smashed his fist down onto the wooden frame of my bed, making me jump from the sudden outburst.
"he's not fine." he growled, averting his eyes from me and looking everywhere but me.
"well, he's my friend so there nothing you can do about it." I was going to change the song like I had originally planned but I thought better of it.
I stepped off my bed and walked over to Tate. his posture stiffened and he become visibly more tense. I placed an arm on his. "it's okay. you don't need to worry about me." I said softly. I don't know why, but I felt the need to hug him. so I did.
I wanted to let all his sorrows drown me and absorb into me so he could be happy again. i wanted to rip all the darkness away from him so he wouldn't have to to suffer. he was too amazing.
he hesitated, but eventually, I felt his arms snake around me waist. his face disappearing into the crook of my neck. he whimpered. his knees buckled and he went to the floor, I went with him. we sat on the floor just hugging. I felt so safe in his arms, like nothing in the world could ever hurt me. he lifted me towards him so I was on his lap. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, his lips just making contact with my skin. I heard the door open. I looked over tate's shoulder and saw Michael.
Michael just stared at us, his mouth slightly open. I tried to shimmy out of his grip. i pulled his hands from around me and stood up. I felt cold without his touch. I longed for it. he stared up at me, confused. I tore away from his look and watched Michael for his reaction. it didn't matter that we were hugging. Michael and I aren't even together.
Tate finally stood up and turned to face Michael. I watched his face. his eyes turned a few shades darker as he stared with disgust and hatred towards Michael. Michael was looking at me. he grabbed my hand and pulled me outside, leaving Tate in there.
"he's not a good influence. why are you hanging around Tate for?" he said, his face concerned.
"funny. he said the same thing about you. do you know eachother?"
"oh really? and not really. my mother just told me of the sickening things he'd done." he said.
I looked down. I know Tate had probably a bad past, but the past is behind us and that's that.
"anyway, I just came to ask if you were going to school tomorrow. we could walk together or something." he scratched the back of his neck shyly and I grinned.
"sure!" I said. "Martha will probably make me go. at least I won't be alone, right?" I smiled and he smiled back.
I walked back into my room but tate wasn't there. where'd he go?
"where did–" I started
"doesn't matter. wanna play cards?" Michael cut me off.
"sure." Michael found some cards in a pile in a draw in the desk. "what? how'd you know they were there?"
he shrugged. "been here a lot, I guess."
we played games until we were bored and then we just listened to music. we were both relaxed on my bed side by side. he turned his head to look at me and I turned to look at him. we smiled at each other for ages until he leaned in towards my, eyes focused on my lips. I closed my eyes.
I felt his breath before I felt his lips. it slowly became intense. so intense we had to sit up to continue it. he pushed me against the wall and continue to kiss me, softly but harshly, if that makes sense. I spun around so he was against the wall and I felt him smile into the kiss. he deepened the kiss and I felt myself weaken at the knees. he grabbed my waist and pulled me even closer.
I stopped to glance down. he smirked. "shut up." I smiled as we kept kissing.
the door was flung open.
"hey maggie!" I heard lance yell. "you will never believe this–"
I quickly broke of the kiss and turned to face him. his face fell. he looked really sad. I guess he didn't like me growing up. he gulped.
"sorry." he closed the door and I heard his footsteps walk away.
I looked back at Michael who was smiling nervously.
tate's pov
how dare his grubby hands touch her like that? I watched them kiss while my hands turned into fists until my hand was going slightly purple and my eyes glossy. she doesn't know him. he doesn't deserve her. I've seen him with girls in the past, all of them he cheated on.
thank god Maggies brother had walked in on them or I might've lashed out. I couldn't stand it. I don't deserve her. and if I don't, no one doesn't.
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oh well that was an intense kissing scene. I've never really written scenes like that so sorry if it's bad. this book will be more on the fluffy side rather than the smutty so I'm sorry if you're into smut, there will be kissing scenes and maybe a little more but not full on.
thank you for reading!! :^)
- emily 💐
