Fighting Against Lilac Love (FALL)

chapter three- Jay

How can I tell you the problem when you are the cause? How can I tell you my lovers name when you are the one?
How can I confess it when you still in friendship terms?

Sean up there(;

Christelles POV

I hummed along to the music blasting from my earphones. Sam smith too good at goodbyes murmured a soft tune in my ears. I loved him. I loved his deep meanings in songs. I loved his honesty and truth in the lyrics. No sugar coated lilt to the words, just the deep set truth of life. I sang quietly to myself in the empty hall ways, the bell rang two minutes ago but I was still taking my time. I sang a little louder since I was alone.

Coz everytime you hurt me the less that I cry
And everytime you leave me the quicker these tears dry
And everytime you walk out the less I love you
Baby we dont stand a chance, its hard but its true
Im way too good at goodbyes
Im way too good at goodbyes, yeah

I turned around and screamed bloody murder. "Sean!" I shrieked. He was leaning casually on the wall nearby, dark eyes focused on me. His dark jeans strayed low, his shirt snug, just like this morning. He smirked, his hair in a sexy dark disarray. "You have a nice voice, bella," he murmured, studying my facial reactions.

Im sure I looked like a blazing hot potato because thats how I felt. I scowled at him, "What are you doing here? Shouldnt you be in class?" I gritted, more than annoyed at my hearts response to him. His piercing by his eyebrow glinted at me.

More than annoyed that he called me by my childhood nick name for my second name. Annoyed that he was a damn player and heart breaker. Sean Blaze. The schools bad boy.

Damn him.

He grinned at me, damn pink lips and sparkling teeth. "I should be asking you that" he says, voice dripping velvet. Rolling my eyes, I walked, walked to him, and walked passed him. He must have been surprised because there was shocked silence. I patted my back in victory. You show him girl. Shit...I was really late for class..

I knocked hesitantly on Misses Kellys door. Her round glasses peeked out from the class. Her pointed nose and narrowed eyes assessed me.

"Ahh, I was just looking for you Miss Jones. Late again to my class. Can I have a reason this time?" she asks in her nasally voice. I pouted, "Ive got no reason for my unconsciousness Miss Kelly, honestly it was really irresponsible of me. I am sorry, ma'am." I whisper in a soft innocent voice. She smiles at me for a second. "Oh my, Christelle, that...that almost sounded sincere. Detention after school! Now get in and atleast attempt my work!" she hisses, face darkening.

I sulked into english class. A few snickers sounded around the room which I ignored. Stupid pricks.

I did good in my work...in fact I got my well deserved A's. But I do lack when it comes to behaviour. Do I give a damn? Hell no. I glanced up into hazel eyes.

I smiled warmly down at my gay friend. "Jay. Hey." I greeted, sitting next to him. He beamed, "Morning Chris! You would never guess what happened!!" he squealed. I chuckled at his giddiness. Atleast some one is happy to be in school.

Jay Luck was by far the most cutest thing any one has ever seen. His brown curls, random freckles on his nose and light pink lips. If some strange person just comes up and hug him I wouldnt be surprised. He was that adorable. "I met some one." he mumbles shyly. My head zapped in his direction, eyes widening. "Say what now" I blurted.

I mean, around this town its really rare for gay guys...he smiled a little embarrassed. "His name is Dean Janison. I met him last week...oh gosh Chris...he's perfect..but hes in college." He sighs, resigned. I clucked my tongue, petting his soft hair, "Oh honey, age doesnt matter. You need to show me him so I know hes good for my baby. Okay?" I cooed lovingly.

He graced me with his crooked smile. So Jay-like. "He wants to meet me again this weekend. You can see him than. All of you guys." He whispered softly. I grinned at him, pecking his cheek swiftly.

I loved Jay to bits. He was like my son I never had. I protected him since kinder garden. He came to me first when he realised he was gay. I didnt take him as a best friend because he was so much more. He was an innocence that I didnt want the world to destroy.

My innocent Jay.

His cheeks turned rosy with the affection I had displayed. He rolled his eyes, "Youre just like my mom." He mumbles, trying to hide his smile. I gave him a fake shocked look. "Did you just call me old?" I demanded, he laughed loud. Gosh he was so sweet. The evil keller, as I call her, glared at us from the front. I smiled sheepishly while Jay blushed hard. My innocent.

I hummed to myself, observing every one at the café. It was lunch and I got through my sessions successfully. Now Im standing at a corner like a creep, watching passer bys. Some one hugged me from behind.

I smiled, wrapping my hands in his larger ones. "Jason." I sang, spinning around. Green eyes twinkled down at me, teeth in a half moon. He seemed flushed. I frowned, putting my hand on his fore head. "Are you getting sick? You seem oddly pink." I said, placing my palms on his cheeks.

He looked away from me, way too quickly for my liking. "I was running to catch up with you." he muttered, gazing past my shoulder. I hitched an eyebrow up. Interesting. I shrugged it off, but it rang something dimly in the darkest part of my brain. I knew though, I should have paid more attention to it.

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Just kidding beauties and beasts.

How's the book so far...should I keep writing? Orrr ?

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Ab kitty.