Outcasts

Just...friends?

CHAPTER NINE

 

ALLISON

 Blake swung the door open and kicked it closed. Anger clouding his common sense, he stomped furiously at the cluster of prying, camera-flashing paparazzi.

A middle aged flashed a smile at Blake.

"Hey Blake, who's the chick? A one-night stand?"

The man was confused behind the lens when Blake raised his fist at him, and when he smacked him straight in the jaw, the camera fell and broke in two pieces.

The man fell, landing on the asphalt, covering his nose-which dripped with blood- with his hands.

"Are you crazy?"

"Blake! He's not worth it!" Allison shouted at him, her voice pleading.

Allison peeked through her fingers, her face still partially covered.

Some lenses were pointed at her, followed by blinding flashes.

Blake scooted and took off the SD card.

"How much?" He asked aloud. "For your SD cards, whatever they're paying you guys, I'll quadruple it."

Eight out of ten, handed him their cars, two of them ran away.

Cursing under his breath, Blake threw the money at the paparazzi, crunched the SDs in his hand, and got into the car, started the engine and stepped on the gas.

Driving away as fast as he could.

Looking at Allison, he realized he'd freighted her out of her wits.

He put his hand over hers, his thumb brushing her knuckles soothingly. "Allison? Baby? Are you alright?"

Allison covered his hand with hers. "I am not afraid of you, I am afraid of seeing pictures of us kissing on every website tomorrow, or worst, your father sending you away." Her lip wobbled at the thought.

"I don't want to lose you again, Blake."

Blake parked in a lonely street and took her face in his hands. Allison was clearly at the verge of tears. "You won't lose me, not again. Don't cry please, I couldn't bear it."

Allison looked away, not wanting to meet his desperate blue eyes, his thumbs caressing her cheeks affectionately.

This isn't right, we can't continue to see each other. We are not supposed to be friends, not supposed to kiss. What if the photos are published and our secret friendship/affair it's revealed to our parents. They would tear us apart again, and he is my best friend, he was my first love…is? I am not sure what I am feeling for him, this spur of emotions are confusing.

Maybe we should just do what we are supposed to do. Be indifferent to the other.

My dad would kill me if he knew I am kissing his enemy's son.

Do I want Blake enough to defy my father's wishes?

Do I want Blake to be my friend or something more? I am not sure.

I want him to kiss me.

I want him to hug me.

But what if I fall for him like I did a few years ago?

We could never be happy. Not really. Always hiding, kissing in the dark.

Not being able to hold his hand in public, to kiss him in front of everyone, we just couldn't.