Zack's POV
This has gotten bad. I'm a player by day and especially night, it's my job not to catch feelings. But the impossible is happening. Maybe, just maybe, I'm starting to fall for the beautiful girl that is Amelia. Well, crap.
I follow her outside because it's getting late and I may as well go home now too. I walk over to my Tesla (thankful for loaded parents.) As I am about to drive off, I realize her car isn't starting. That battered old 1990's Jeep was living on just about nothing these days.
She sat in her car bashing the steering wheel. Yeah, that doesn't look promising. With a sigh, I get out the car and wonder over to her.
"Why don't I drive you home?"
The journey was short, with nothing eventful. She's wearing this amazing perfume, and she looks so pretty. I don't think she's wearing makeup, but her eyelashes look like they have eyeliner or mascara on them. I don't know what it's called.
She gets out of the car and gives me a hug. Just as she is about to walk down the driveway, I grab her hand and pull her back. We are standing directly underneath a street lamp, the dim light illuminating our faces. She's glowing in the gentle golden light. She looks into my eyes for a second, and I swear my heart breaks. She's so gorgeous.
I can't help it.
I pull her tiny frame against me, and rest my hand by her chin. Her eyes stare up at me, blank. I think she's in another world, not fully aware what's happening. I stop thinking of the consequences. So I lean, I close my eyes and I kiss her.
Fireworks. Like nothing I've ever felt before. I've kissed many girls, but none of them felt this pure. As I go to deepen it, I realize something.
I'm falling in love with Amelia Lucy Jackson. My best friend's sister.
Amelia's POV
As I feel his tongue brush against my lips I realize what has happened. My eyes snap open and I step away as fast as possible, pushing him back, I cannot explain the disgust I'am feeling. My blood boils at Zack. He's so disgusting. He knows very well I don't want to lose my first kiss. Yet, he took it anyway. Without a second thought, I raise my right hand and slap him, hard across the left side of his face. The red mark and bruise were already forming, but it wasn't enough.
"YOU STOLE MY FIRST KISS BECAUSE OF A DARE." I yell in his face. His face looked confused and hurt. Well done me. No wondering, I just hit him.
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR STUPID DARE, AND IF YOU CARED ABOUT ME AS A PERSON, YOU WOULDN'T EITHER. DID YOU EVER THINK I WANTED TO LOSE MY FIRST KISS TO YOU? YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"
I turn around and run. Sobbing, tripping, as quickly as I can into the house.
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My brother's the only one home. I march in and, just my luck, my brother is watching something on the TV in the living room. He turns around and looks at me.
"Hey Amelia." He says. I ignore him.
"Hey, Amelia!" He says again, much more firmly this time. He's not playing around. He grabs my wrist stopping me from walking on.
"Why are you crying? Amelia, what's happening?" He asks. I rip my wrist away and run to my room.
He follows me all the way to the door. Before he can come in, I slam the door in his face and lock it. I turn around and take a breath with my back against the door. Jeez, why do people have to be so FUCKING IDIOTIC! A tear rolls down my face. It was just kiss, but that's not why I mind this. He kissed me for money, nothing more.
I hear a knock on the door followed by Levi's voice.
"Hey, Amelia what's wrong?" He questions softly.
"Leave me ALONE" I yell through the door. Believe it or not, I immediately regret it.
"Hey, Em. I'm here to help, I may be your asshole brother, but I'm also your best friend. I want to help you."
At that moment I felt the need for a hug. Unlocking the door I open it and hug him. He hugs me back tightly, I so needed it.
"I still hate your friends." I cry into his hoodie.
As I say this his face hardens up and a throughly confused look crosses his face. Before he could say anything, I speak again.
"Thank you for being such a good brother."
"Hey, you know I will always be there for you," he says planting a kiss on my forehead.
He leaves. I turn around, and go to my bed. As I wander over, I notice a black box sitting on my bed. I lift the top of the box and see what's inside.
Wow... It is so stunning.
The box hides a gorgeous dress. An ombré turquoise to white, with delicate lace covering parts of it. It looks like nothing less than the best workmanship, probably something way outta my price range. A note drops out of the dress. Reaching down I notice is it written in cursive, I wonder who writes in cursive?
My phone pings. It's from Zack.
Zack - Hey Amelia. I'm so so sorry for what happened today. I would give anything to go back and change it. You were right, I was selfish pushing myself onto you. I should never ever have tried to kiss you. I never want to loose your friendship. Please, I'm begging you, forgive me. I'll wait until your forgive me, I promise. I'll never give up on you. Please don't give up on me. - Zack.
That bastard. I will never, ever, forgive him for what he did.
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