A Love Untouched

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

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I take in ragged breaths and struggle against Coby's iron hold.

I hear footsteps. Running. Yes, I think. Come and save me. Please.

Not a moment too soon, I black out.

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My eyes flutter open. The first thing I see, are my mother's warm hands clasped on my cold ones.

She's practically radiating heat, and I think I'd do good with some fresh air right now.

"Mom," I say, and wince at the sound of my raspy voice.

"Rox! Oh my goodness, I was worried sick, do you know who did this to you? My-"

"Stop," I say. She knows full well who did this. My mom turns beet red and excuses herself. I suddenly realize that someone else is here.

Coby.

"Get out," I say, immediately.

"No, I'm not going anywhere until I explain this to you perfectly. I'm ser-"

"No! Get out! I don't care if you were drunk, you were sober enough to realize what you were doing."

"No! I would never hit Rik on purpose."

So his name is Rik, my subconscious thinks.

"Then why were you hitting him on purpose?" I counter snidely, enjoying his shocked expression.

"I was drunk," he pleads, and I smirk mentally, seeing him beg like this is rare.

"That's what they all say," I reply. "Get out, now. I don't want to see you."

"No! Please, give me a chance! I swear, this is all explainable."

"Get out," I say, so harshly that even Coby winces. I try to not notice his perfect abs under that shirt.

And his curly blonde hair.

Also, his amazing lips and those electric green eyes. That perfectly chiseled jaw...

No, wait. I'm supposed to hate him.

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"The war periods of....." Mr. Sanko drones on and on about history ad I stare pointlessly at the board, trying to remember why I was sitting here.

Yeah, my brain gets detached during History.

"Hey. Wake up, God. Why are you so prone to sleeping in History?" I hear a deep, amazingly sexy voice and look up to see...

Him. Rik.

I just called his voice sexy, I think, cringing.

"Why are you cringing?" He asks.

I suddenly feel very frustrated. We're the last ones still here, and the bell will probably ring soon. Maybe it already has.

Why is he so nosy?

"None of your business," I sharply retort.

He holds his hand up in surrender, although his amusement is rolling off his aura in waves so thick that I could probably touch it.

I stomp off to go to my locker.

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Of course, I'm the last student in the school. As I'm walking out, I hear a cry of agony. I whip my head around.

No one there.

"Hello?" I say softly. I'm so stupid - no one is going to here me if I whisper.

Nothing answers, and I walk towards the drinking fountain, where I heard the noise.

As I round the corner, my hand slaps up to my mouth to contain my scream.

My heart is thudding against my chest, and I don't believe what's in front of me.

Rik. Cutting slit after slit of scars on his forearm. I see him opening new wounds, his arm bleeding freely.

I'm suddenly in a daze, looking at his muscles. My God, I think they're bigger than Coby's...

I snap out of it, just as he turns around.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to - er, I meant, I just..." I trail off, knowing that there's no way I'll be able to mend this.

Rik regards me silently. He drops his blade, wipes his forearm on his jeans, pulls his sleeve all the way, so that it covers his arm. And he runs.

"Rik! God, you little wimp!" I yell after him. Afraid that I'll attract the unwanted attention of teachers, I just glare at his retreating figure silently.

I pick up the blade, and let the blood start crusting, stuffing it in my backpack on strange impulse.

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*A/N*

Yes! Chapter 2!

So, I'm thinking about updating a chapter every day. What about it?

Vote if you agree! Or not :(

Will maybe update tomorrow!

- A