Chapter Three

2.5K 96 5
                                    

The next few weeks with Luke were amazing. I would come home to huge bear hugs and get butterflies every time. We were open with each other and could just talk for hours on end, about anything and everything. I guess you could say my life was going pretty good until I was assigned a partner in history.

We had to do some kind of project using Greek gods. I was assigned Dylan. He was the biggest jackass in the school. He was a jock and thought he could have his way with any girl he wanted. Well, the key word there is 'thought'.

He stopped me after class and told me he would drive us to his house to work on the project after school. Only because his parents were gone and no one would 'bother us'. Ew.

3 o'clock came and he was waiting at my locker like the boys did in the movies, but it's only cute when they do it. He waited for me to get my stuff then rushed me to his car. We sat in silence on our way to his house. He kept peering over at me but then he would quickly look away. No.

We pulled into the drive way and he grabbed my arm and rushed me into his house. I could see the kitchen from the front door and headed over there but he grabbed my wrist and said 'I don't do the lame ass kitchen bit with girls like you'

'Um okay?' I replied unsure

I followed him up to his room and just stood there until he told me to sit by him on his bed. I sat kind of far away but he kept scooting closer, too close for comfert. I asked what we should do for our project but he put his hand on my knee and said

'maybe we should work on this later'

'Well, what do you wanna do?'

'This' and he kissed me.

I pulled away but he forced me to lay on his bed so he could hover above me. And he tried to kiss me again, but I was so angry I pushed him off of me with such force that he fell off the bed and hit his nightstand. I got up and tried to run out of the room. Before I reached the door he grabbed my ankle and tripped me. He got up and slapped me saying

'no one treats me like that! I'm Dylan Adams!'

'Um conceited much?' I thought I said it to myself, but I guess I didn't...

He looked at me in disbelief and paused, giving me time to push him off of me and to run down stairs and out the door.

I don't think I have ever ran this fast in my entire life. I was fuming with anger, so to let of stem before I got home I decided to just run for awhile. I let my mind wonder and my feet crunch the autumn leaves below me. Before I knew it was calm again. I walked around for a little while until I found my house.

As I walked inside I noticed that my mom gone (surprising) and a very attractive boy sitting on my couch with look of worry on his face. I walked over to him and just sat down and began to cry. He pulled me into his arms without even asking what was wrong. After a few minuets I pulled away from his hug and told him about the pervious events that put me in this state.

Once my explanation was over he was so angry, I have never really seen him this mad. He stood up and ruffled his fingers through his dark quiff and puffed his cheeks. That seems to be his way of letting out a little bit of anger. He sat back down next to me once he was calm. He didn't say anything for a few minuets but I could tell that the wheels were turning in his head.

He stood back up and pulled me up with him and said 'let's watch a movie, maybe it will help ease our minds.'

He let me pick and I picked my favorite disney princess movie, Beauty and The Beast. We decided to watch the movie in my room. As I was getting the movie ready he was making popcorn. He came back in and cuddled with me in the bed.

The movie was coming to an end as Belle and fallen in love with the beast breaking the spell. But something special happened, as Belle and her now human prince were about to kiss Luke looked down at me and pulled my chin up wards. He brushed his cold yet some how warm lips against mine right as the characters in the movie kissed.

We pulled away from each other but kept eye contact. Something strange was happening to his eyes, the black they were before is now a very very dark shade of blackish blue.

The Sight || l.hWhere stories live. Discover now