Kidnapping the Gang Leader

12 - Little Plant

Tuneage: Landslide - Fleetwood Mac

***

I didn't scream, nor cry. I didn't get angry even, I just felt numb. Like fucking always.

I forced a smile on my face, even with Courtney's smug smile. I watched as she leaned in and kissed Damien, her tongue practically getting shoved down his throat. Even when I saw him grimace at her, it still hurt. Good god did it hurt.

"Come here." I looked back over to Charles who held his hand out, sighing as I gave him mine. She pulled me into a hug and kissed my temple, brushing some of my hair from my face. "Play along."

He leaned lower and turned my face, making it so my hair covered our lips. His lips were centimeters away from my face with a mischievous smile on them, his eyes practically sparkling. He stuck his tongue out and poked my nose with it, earning a squeal from me, a very uncharacteristic squeal, might I say.

"He's absolutely livid and I'm pretty sure he'll stab me in my sleep later, but that was fun." He spoke lowly, that same grin spreading across his face.

"You idiot." I mutter before turning and making my way up the school steps. I could feel every stare on us, practically burning through my skin. I turned when I hit the doors and saw the face of Damien, his jaw clenched and his face full of such indescribable rage.

Why? I had absolutely no idea.

***

All day I felt his eyes on me, those dark eyes that haunted my very existence. I finally slipped away to the library, to my happiness, and immediately inhaled the smell of the books before me. I grinned as I picked up one of the worn down books I had loved so much, Jane Eyre.

I grinned as I took the book and walked towards the back of the library, my little corner that I had practically taken over. I moved to sit when an arm snaked around me, pressing me to a chest. My heat began to race as I shoved my elbow back and was met with a groan, thrusting my leg back to stomp on whoevers foot was behind me.

I spun around and blindly hit whoever it was with my thick and hard book, reveling in the sound of the thick pages making contact with skin. I kept hitting as my eyes shut and memories flashed through me, my skin crawling and my heart breaking.

"Wait! Fern it's me!" I stilled, my eyes cracking open to find Damien standing in front of me with his hands out.

I pressed myself into my corner, trying to put some distance between us. "What do you need Damien?"

He rubbed his skin slightly while watching me, his eyes practically studying my very soul. "Are you sleeping with Charles?"

"Are you sleeping with Cortney?" I retorted, my teeth grinding upon each other.

He practically growled at me, his eyes narrowing over to me. "You don't understand."

"Then make me understand!" I flung my hands up as I spoke, my book still in my hands. Exhaustion racked through my bones and muscles, reminding me that I hadn't slept except for the few hours I had been passed out from the night before.

His hand reached out to touch my cheek, causing me to flinch back wildly. His hand fell back to his side, his eyes watching mine. "Did Charles fucking do that?"

I snorted, shaking my head as I looked down. "Not that it's any of your goddamn business, but no, he didn't."

He looked conflicted, the gears in his head turning. He bit his lip in thought, sending pleasurable shivers down my spine. Good Lord was I losing it. I practically wanted to jump Damien right here in the fucking library, a school library none the less!