Something Special

Chapter 9

"Alex," she moans in the back if her throat. "you know how much I want to stay in bed all day but we can't. School." Andie sits up in bed, the sheet falling to her waist. He makes an unhappy sound. "Why not? I mean what's the worst thing that could happen?". He didn't want to say that the only reason he was trying to skip school was so he didn't have to see Tara. He thought that would ruin the lovely after sex mood. She runs her hand over his abs and smiles. "I have a test after lunch." He kisses her on the lips. Flattening her against the bed.

"Then we'll go in after lunch." He says, resting on his forearms and pressing his lips against her neck. He smiles at the hickey he'd given her. He had a matching one on his neck so they were even. She groans. "Fine. But you're making breakfast." She slips out of bed and puts on his dress shirt from last night and a pair of knickers. "Ugh. What are these things?" he says, pulling at her top. She giggles. "Clothes you numpty. They keep you warm." He frowns.
"That's my job." And he pulls her top off. Her bronze skin had goosebumps running along it so he pulls her under the covers and rolls her up like a pancake. "There you go.". He says, admiring his handywork. He pulls on his boxers and trousers before padding across the room and opening the curtains. It was raining cats and dogs. While Andie struggled out of her bed he thinks back to Tara.

She was probably just getting to school now. What would she think when he didn't turn up for biology? Would she think he was ill? Or would she put two and two and realise they were staying in today? He thinks back to last night and lets out an inaudible sigh. Of course! she probably only thought that he was being kind because he was borrowing her notes. He must of seemed like a total dick last night. Though to be fair, she'd been harsh too.

"Sweetie. I'm making a smoothie. Do you want one?"
"Umm sure. I'll be down in a sec."

He walks to the en suite bathroom and locks the door. After he splashes cold water on his face he feels more alert. He looks at himself in the reflection. He'd always been told he was attractive as a younger boy and now he could see it too. His jaw was angular and his skin tanned. He had bright blue eyes and long lashes. His wavy brown hair was cut roughly so it kind if fell everywhere. For his last movie he had to die his dirty blonde hair brown and the colour hadn't yet faded. Along his travels he's gotten a couple if tattoos. His most recent one on his back. The black ivy crawled along his spine and twists along his shoulder blades. Inbetween the branches, a phrase was written in Latin. The translation was roughly 'Even when the water is rough, it still flows'.

His favourite tattoo was on his bicep. It was simple, just thorns wrapping round his arm. But depending in how you looked at it, it could also look like barbed wire. His mother used to say it was a sign off how untouchable he was. Even when e was young he didn't like human contact. He obviously had allowances for Andie though. She was just so damn hot.

Speak of the devil. "Hey Alex. We're out of blueberries. Are you alright to just have mango and banana?"
"Sure. I'll be down in a sec." taking one last look at himself he frowns. When had he changed so much? When did he stop being the scared kid from Scotland? When did he let himself become another Hollywood sweetheart? Even though he lives in London, he was constantly flying to LA for auditions and filming so they labeled him the new kid. And sometimes it sucked being the new kid.

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When Tara got home last night it was close to 1am. Her dad was snoring so she snuck off to bed and was dreaming by 0115.
She dreamt that she was chasing Alex but she was just to slow. Finally when she reached him, her mother was there asking for her help. But she couldn't help because someone had put her in a cage. Andie and Alex an her mother and father were all there laughing at her and throwing bread. Then Andie said that they shouldn't feed the animals. Later she saw her father and Alex talking and her father being proud of Alex. "He's a better son then you ever were." he says with his arm slung around his back.

She woke in a cold sweat, fighting for air. Once she's calmed herself down she starts getting ready for school. The rain was chucking it down and she didn't have a brolly. After making sure she was wearing waterproof mascara she heads out, stuffing her dark hair into a beret she'd found at an Oxfam store for 50p. She had on two pairs of woolly tights, a thick but short skirt, a fluffy jumper and her Doc Martin's. Over the top she threw on a scarf, fingerless gloves and a mid-calf black wool coat. Her dad was still sleeping when she left so she decided to skip breakfast. She could grab of coffee at Starbucks if she got really desperate.

The school halls were manic, full with people in thick padded jackets and wet umbrellas. She got to bio with only a couple of minutes to go. She saw that Alex wasn't there yet and let's out a sigh of relief. After what happened last night she didn't know if she would be able to face him. She'd actually hugged him. And what's worse enjoyed it. She craved his touch like a drug and she was an addict. Yet last night he was with Andie.

Damn that gorgeous blond bimbo. And her big boobs. Fuck it all. Silently she hoped that they were just having a casual friendly dinner. But she knew that wasn't just it. When the lesson started Alex still hadn't turned up so she spreads her stuff out over the whole table. It was a relief being able to work and not be worried about elbowing him. Yet still she almost missed him. His silent laugh and hidden smile. 'Stop it Tara!' she tells herself. 'What are you doing?! Boys will only cause you pain and regret. You're better off without them.'

Oh. It was going to be a long lesson.