The Quiet

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

*Athena's Point of View*

Today was a day that I have never really cared for, Saint Valentine's Day. The day that consists of unconditional love that was only shown if someone bought something for you. The day that everyone made out in the hallway which made all the single people sick to their stomach with hatred. The day I stayed home on the couch to eat anything I could get my hands on.

My brothers and I were on good terms again. We were fighting and laughing with each other like nothing ever happened. It's been about a week since I have been home. A week of me enjoying alone time. Nathan hung out with me every day, but he wasn't bothering me like Dean used to. He understood I wanted to be alone sometimes.

The day started out normal, me driving to school with my brothers and then me departing from the group to go to my locker. My earbuds were in my ears, blasting a song from Snow White's Poison Bite. I opened my locker to see a bouquet of roses leaning against my books. I saw that they were all red except for one which was black and in the middle of the bouquet. I dropped my backpack to the ground to ease the weight off my shoulders. I pulled my earbuds out, stuffing them into my pockets before grabbing the flowers. There was a white note on top, "For the girl who likes for things to be a little different. See you later, love." I picked up the note and smiled.

I reread the note repeatedly, wondering who they were from. I had some ideas in my head, but nothing was definite. I felt two arms sneak around my waist, frightening me from the sudden touch. I thought it was Dean for a split second, making me panic more than I should. My fear was disappeared when I felt the person's lips hit the skin on my neck, I knew it was Nathan. "You like it?" He asked, whispering in my ear. I smiled down at the flowers. I couldn't believe I was so happy over flowers.

"I love it, Sunshine." I picked out the single black rose that was in the center of the red. "How did you make it black?" I ran my fingertip over the pedals, wanting to feel its texture.

"I painted it black, your favorite color." I turned around while holding the flowers in my arms. "I know how you don't like this holiday, so I wanted to make it special." I frowned at myself because I didn't get him anything. "Darling, I don't mean to beg but these thorns on the stem are nearly tearing up my skin," he mumbled softly. Nathan's quote might seem useless to others, but they were the lyrics to one of my favorite songs from Pierce the Veil. I placed the flowers back into my locker, freeing my arms to give him a hug.

"You're too good to me," I whispered to him. I put this boy through hell and back, yet he still does the sweetest things for me. "I don't deserve this, Nathan." I knew for a fact that I didn't deserve his love or kindness.

"You deserve more than I could give you," he whispered back. I pulled away from the hug, pressing my lips against his. Once again, I felt the sensation that I now crave for. Every time we kissed, I felt the fireworks that could only ever be described in movies. I didn't want to let go of him yet; my hands found their way around his neck to pull him closer. I felt his lips point into a smile for a second in response to my action. His hands laid on my lower back, pulling me closer to him if that was even possible. It felt like we stood there for the longest time even though it was probably a few minutes.

"Alright, we get it, you two like each other! Take it to your bedroom!" I heard Kyle's interrupt our makeout session. His friend gave a small smirk, mostly directed towards Nathan who was glaring at him. "Sorry was I interrupting something?" Kyle elbowed Nathan in the stomach to make him more irritated, he knew how to push Nathan's buttons.

"Yes," Nathan frowned like a sad child.

I reached my hand up, pressing it against his cheek. "Don't frown, you're going to get wrinkles," I informed him. I didn't know if this was true, but my mother always told me that, so I would stop. It was her way of trying to keep me smiling. I heard the bell ring, telling us that we needed to go to first period.