Minor to Major [Completed Book 1]

Twenty-One

"Do you want to hear a story?" What? At a time like this? His arms were gentle as they hugged me, my nose was tucked into his shoulder and I nodded "There was a boy, he was weak, his friend was also weak. He didn't really have any parents, none he could fully rely on. He and his close friend was on their own. His friend was getting picked on. Bullied. When the boy found out about his friend he took the bullying onto himself, he just didn't want his only friend to get hurt. Also like the girl, he was cut with knives to make ugly slang words into his skin. The embarrassment he felt caused him to go home every day so his friend wouldn't know that he was taking the pain. That so friend, became worried about him, the friend came over to his house to talk, the boy fought not wanting him to see. But the friend was determined. He ripped the sheets away and saw everything. The boy felt embarrassed but told his friend everything. They cried more than they have up until then, it motivated them to work harder. To be strong, not just for themselves, but for everyone. To protect those who need it in highschool, the boy met someone, a princess-" he paused running his thumb over my knuckles his eyes staring at my hand, him comparing someone to a princess was very weird "-he dated the princess, yet his judgement was wrong. He thought the princess wasnt loyal, so he ended their relationship-" it was a hard pill to swallow, he thought of me as the princess now he's talking about our past relationship "-only a day had past when he found out that he was completely in the wrong, he waited for her, waited to see her at school. He checked her class every morning. After a week past he was worried, he asked her friend but her friend didn't want him near her, since he knew he was the one to hurt her. After that week another week passed, then he saw her. She had changed. She was more gorgeous, more alluring. He saw that everyone would look at the princess. He didn't like it. But he didn't have a say so. He waited for her to come to her club. She didn't, he sent his friend to get her. She really didn't want to be there but she was brought. He asked if they could be together, heart crushingly she said no. Few days passed, he was fine with having her not around, he was fine with that if it made her happy. As long as he could protect her from a distance. He thought he could protect her, then the day came when she was held hostage of the roof, the boy went up there on the roof. He was scared. Here someone precious to him was being dangled from the side of the roof, he didn't care about himself. He was the leader of a feared group, but he wasted no time getting on his knees. His pride. His dignity. His feelings. His everything, revolved around that princesses smile-" he took my hand bringing it to his lips, he kissed my knuckles, his lips were soft. Something that wouldnt fit his stern expression "-he couldn't save her that time, but he made a vow to always be beside her. Even if she didn't like it. Whenever she would go home, he had his members follow her, so she wouldn't run into trouble. He was on a trip with her, he saw she was close with many people. Many men. He felt jealous. She was pretty, everyone saw her as such. He could feel his chance slipping. With the courage of the alcohol in his system, he can!e to her room. Asking her if he had a chance. He thought all possibilities were lost. He lingered on the thought he would only have memories to think of her as. Then the princess said yes. That he did. He felt happy-" he paused hugging me tighter with his arm, his finger slide between the ones on my hand which he was holding "-i can't tell you how the story will end. If the boy will end up with the girl, but I can't say. He won't allow any other man to be closer to her than he can be, he will protect her. He will do anything in his power to keep her happy and safe, it was his vow when she said he had a chance" he loosened his hug and I pulled my head from his warm hold.

Looking into his eyes was an experience. I have looked into his eyes making times before. They usually held happiness when we hung out. Longing when we'd meet after some time. Sadness when something happens. The glint of being wary when he did something wrong. But this. This looked in his deep inky pools. Was an experience, I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I wanted to know what he was thinking "w-what are you thinking?" With our hand intertwined he slowly pulled my right hand over his shoulder, he released my hand placing his right hand on my hip and his left on my lower back. Slowly and gently, he pulled me up to him, onto his lap. My knees kept me sturdy by using the edge of the bed, but i knew even if i messed up he would have me in his arms "I'm thinking...." He paused bringing his face in closer to mine. His hot breath kept brushing my lips in a pattern, the smell of slight alcohol lingered in the air. "....about you, like always. You're on my mind." He pressed his lips against mine. They were soft. Like kissing warm pudding. That creamy soft texture was his lips. He nipped my bottom lip so I slightly parted my mouth, his hand on my lower back pressed me against his chest as his tongue explored my mouth. Not in an aggressive demeanor yet in a slow, exploratory stance. As if he was taking in ever nook and cranny into account. As if I lost a tooth he could identify that one tooth from a thousand others just by this one kiss.