"Hey, gorgeous," I said, leaning in for a kiss, only to be rejected.
She pushed me away, her eyebrows furrowed as she continued to look through her stack of unorganized papers. "Not now."
I sighed, admiring the beauty that was Alicia Dixion.
"Licia, that's not due for another three days. Can't you take a minute out of your busy schedule to kiss me?"
An icy glare was sent my way as she shut her locker in my face. "No, Liam. I don't have a minute. I have five minutes to go to the south wing to talk to Mr. Linen. And then after I have a meeting with him, I need to run back to the teacher's lounge so I can set up for a student council meeting that starts at 5. Not to mention-" I cut her off. . . . with my mouth. . . . on hers.
I pulled away after only a few seconds, knowing she needed it. "Do you want me to walk you there?" Sighing, a smile trying to appear on her face, she simply nodded her head.
We made our way out of the student locker area and headed out the double doors where we then started our walk to the south wing.
Looking over at Alicia who was frantically searching through papers, I laughed. Her head of blonde curls immediately snapped at me, her brown eyes holding a fire only I got to see.
"Quit laughing at me, you idiotic crotch waffle." Her "insult" just made me laugh harder.
By the time I sobered up, she was already ten paces ahead of me. Not to mention she was swaying her hips, knowing it'd drive me crazy.
I came up behind Licia, rather quietly, and slapped her on the ass. She made a noise of surprise and a slight sound of pain.
Alicia turned around and glared at me. "Watch it, shit face. That's my ass, not yours."
I smirked and walked closer to her, our chests touching. "Oh really?"
She stood up to me, her at her full height almost measured up to my own. It was no surprise, really. She had those long legs that belonged on a model and a smile models kill for,
Licia smirked, just the gesture made me want to throw her over my shoulder and get away from here. "What are you doing to do, bad boy?"
"You."
I didn't have time to think. She just grabbed the collar of my shirt, pinning my lips to hers. Our lips moved together, my hands firmly gripping her waist, her hands intertwined in my hair.
I pulled away, breathless from the little minx who stood in front of me, smirking. "Don't you need to get going to Mr. Linen's meeting? I don't think you want to be late, now do you, Licia?"
Again, Alicia tried to attack me with her lips like a damn wild animal. "Shut up and kiss me, idiot."
I felt her slender hand grab my ass. Upon feeling the tissue of my butt being squished, I jumped back. "Aye! That wasn't cool, Licia."
Her melodious laughter filled the quiet lawn of our school. Alicia leaned against the building, probably ready to collapse from lack of air going into her brain.
"Wow! The look. . . . on your face . . . . was PRICELESS!"
Rolling my eyes, I leaned against the wall. One arm supported my weight above Licia, while the other arm made its way around her waist. "Yeah, babe. Ugly doesn't really go away."
A small sputter of laughter gave away from her mouth. "You realize you just roasted yourself, right?"
Lowering myself down just a few inches, I looked her dead in the eyes. "I'd do it a million times more to hear you laugh."
"You're so cheesy," she said, pushing my face away playfully. But, seeming to miss me in the nanosecond I was away from her, she pulled me back. I swear to God, this girl was going to give me whiplash.
Suddenly, Alicia's arms were circled around my waist, her face buried into my neck. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her neck. I held her to me, no matter what the problem was.
I felt Licia adjust her head so it was facing away from me when she spoke. "I think you're kind of amazing, Liam."
I smiled, a sense of cockiness and pride swelling inside of me. And it wasn't because I had a hot girl hugging onto me. Oh no. It was because it was Alicia. It was because this model-worthy girl wanted me to be her one-and-only and she sure as hell showed it
I gently moved some blonde curls away from her beautiful face. "Not even compared to you."
"Whatever."
"No, seriously." I pushed her away from my body completely, making sure we were making eye contact. "You're the most amazing girl I've ever met or will meet. You make my heart beat like I'm racing and make my face redder than my car."
Again, her laugh filled up the small space, making everything sound prettier.
"You're a knothead."
I smiled down at her, nodding my head. "Yeah. I'm your knothead, though."
She bit her pink lips, a smirk dying to be shown. "That you are."
We stood in silence for a second before I looked at her, knowing she wouldn't say no to my proposal. "Hey, Lic?"
"Yeah?"
This time, I was the one who smirked. I motioned my head towards my car. "Wanna go for a drive?"
In an instant, the meeting with Mr. Linen and the student council get-together was forgotten as she held her hand in mine. Her brown eyes met my blue ones, the excitement obvious on both of our faces.
"Let's do this, bad boy."
"You're on, good girl."
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YEP! I'VE DONE IT! THE BOOK IS NOW TECHNICALLY FINISHED AFTER THIS!
This chapter is probably one of my favorites out of the whole book. It's not my favorite because it's the last chapter. It's my favorite because I got to write a Liam and Alicia scene that didn't plan out her being dead.
I was able to write this whole chapter in less than 30 minutes. I say that's rather impressive. I'm going to upload this, I need like, two more "chapters" that's going to be uploaded, and the book will be put on complete!
I have nothing left to say, but this is the last author's note of this book, I suppose.
Again, thank you all so much for the support I've been getting as of recently. It really means a great deal to me.
Love Always, XxEmmy_HerexX ~ Emily Pierce
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