The Fine Line Between Hate & Love (Being re-written)

Chapter Three

Dedicated to abbigaillynn, her songs are magical. ^-^

Its plain and simple.

Life sucks.

We live knowing this.

We breathe knowing this.

We do all we do, knowing this.

Life fucking sucks.

But sometimes it sucks less.

My arms lend against the metal railing my body bent slightly over, my arms crossed over another. My hair lifted off my shoulder slightly waving in the wind.

My eyes were loosely shut, shielding my eyes from the bold sun light radiating from the sky. My white dress was short in the front and long in the back, black heeled combat boots on my feet.

White... As my father had requested.

I steal a glance at my phone, an hour had gone by.

He's not coming.

And something life... Sucks more.

I sigh, stepping away from the cliff, where it meet with the colorful sky.

The pinks, orange, and purples swirled together forming a beautiful sunset.

I'd never seen anything like it.

Glancing at the time again, a sigh leaves my lips.I was already late to diner, and it wasn't even for a good reason.

He didn't show.

I walk back to my car, my head bowed slightly... Hurt at his abandonment.

I knew he was some bad ass jerk, but I didn't think he'd be like this towards me.

I pull open the door, but the handle slips from my fingers, and the door slams shut.

I reach for it again, only my hand covers something warm and sparks shoot through my body.

"Sorry I'm late." His breath tickles my ear, causing a moan to leave my lips.

A soft chuckle leaves his lips, his hands grasp my hips, squeezing too tight before, as if remembering to be gentle, loosens his grasp on me.

His lips push to my shoulder, where thin white fabric covered. "Its not as easy as you would think to be Alpha and attempt to sneak out." He turns me, his hands still on my hips, his thumbs rubbing into my sides. "Took longer than I thought. Are you mad?"

I shake my head, blushing.

His fingers grasp my chin, tilting it up to look at him. "It's fine." He steps back, his fingers sliding down my arm, catching my fingers at the end, and kissing my hand gently. "I'm the one who truly should be sorry, I kept you waiting."

I flush, "Dylan, I'm not saying it was fine. But your good."

He nods, his hand stroking over my cheek.

It felt weird to be touched by him, yet a guy. I've never had a boyfriend.

Everyone was too scared of my family title to even come close to me. And my father and Emily were very protective, treating me like I was glass.

I've barely ever had friends.

It was nice, to be touched... In this way.

"Thank you." He smirks, pulling me to him, leaning down to my ear, "It seems I just can't take my hands off you."