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Chapter 5: Complicated

Chapter 5: Complicated

Aileen's POV

Yes I admit at many times I'd fantasised about kissing Pierce but to actually physically kiss him, well to put it in words... you know when you imagined something its always better then in reality? Kissing Pierce was much better in reality, much much better. It was just a simple kiss, but there was so much meaning behind it and I could almost feel the lust coming off him in waves and I could almost sense our lust waves crashing together, but it would be too complicated to go any further, he knew this, so he broke it off and whispered 'you're special Aileen' and with that we said good night and put our overdue feelings to rest. Despite rest being exactly what I'm lacking, I couldn't sleep due to the phantom feeling of his lips still pressed against mine, his words replaying in my head and I swore I could hear his heart beats from his sleeping bag a few metres away. I wonder if he got any sleep either.

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We ate our breakfast in this awkward silence. "So um how are you?" he asked

"Fine uh my cut is healing."

"As all cuts should," he nodded.

"Yep uh so how are you?"

"Same old, same old." This conversation lasted all mourning I think if I made any more small-talk I'd curl in a ball and die.

"The weather's getting worse," Pierce mumbled.

"ugh enough!"

Then Pierce smiled and gave me a soft kiss, he took his time making sure each movement stole away my breath, the jerk.

"I have to go get lunch," he sort of huffed obviously breathless too; good to know I'm not the only one.

Ten minutes later out came Amir.

"Shouldn't you be in school?" I complained.

"We're allowed to leave at lunch time."

"Great," I said the sarcasm dripping from my lips. He sat down next to me again. Chills ran down my spine, he didn't scare me or alert me and that's what scared me.

"The police believe you've fled this place, but I wouldn't do anything disruptive right now it's better that they think you're gone" he informed me.

"Ok what's up? A week ago you stuck a knife in my leg now you're helping me get away from the police I'm a little lost," I said bluntly.

"Last week I wanted to stop you to make my dad proud of me" he said sheepishly.

"So why the change of heart?"

"You and your boy friend..."

"He's not my boy friend," I corrected him with a laugh.

"Ok you and your friend are good aims you didn't even scratch me," he said a little awestruck.

"and?" I shook my head it wasn't news to me, one thing Pierce and I enjoyed was a good old competition of target practice. I'd spay paint a tree and we'd spend hours trying to best each other. So much for playing outside being a better alternative to video game violence.

"When I came home I told my father what happened, he inspected me and the fact that there wasn't a scratch on my body"

"then....?"

"um well then he took out the kitchen knife and cut me up my arm," he showed me his bruised blood-stained scabby arms.

"Shit!"

"Then he back handed me," he moved his fringe to show me his swollen purple cheek.

"Holy crap! Why?"