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4: Touching

*2 weeks later*

Ever POV:

A boy named James Foster shared algebra class with me. His forest green eyes scanned my face whenever I raised my hand to speak. His light brown hair was always falling a bit over his eyes and he pushed it all two minutes out of his face. When he didn't knew an answer he chewed on his pencil and looked really confused.

He looked like a logical person and not knowing the answer to something was one of the things he hated with a passion. But life isn't logical so he would end up hating the world sooner or later when he got wrinkles and back pain. But in the now he was starring at me again, probably wondering how I knew the answer to the last task. We never talked but we exchanged exercise books sometimes.                                                                                                                                      In the middle of algebra I got a text. I sat in the back of the class so I could easily check my texts all the time. But I didn't want to miss anything .                                                                                                               

(Unknown): Its luke r u at school? it is like 3pm can i pick u up???

Ever: sure i text you the address i have only like 15 more minutes

(Unknown): ok

I was wondering why he would pick me up? I didn't even knew him too well . For all I know he could be in a screamo band. And I didn't really liked screaming sweaty guys. With James eyes on me I saved Luke's number to my contacts and looked up at the front, ignoring his stares.                              As the bell rang I quickly walked out, knowing that he would start a conversation if I wasn't fast enough.

Luke POV:

I stopped my car in front of the old school building and saw her walking out shortly after I arrived. She caught my stare and opened the door. The car smelled like lavender and mountain dew now and I really liked her smell. Her cheeks were a bit red and her eyebrows furrowed but her features softened as she sat in the passenger seat with her feet propped up on the glove compartment. She wore a dirty pair of Nikes but I didn't care. I liked that she was next to me.

"You look alive", I said, meaning it. Her pink cheeks and dark circles under her eyes made a pretty contrast to the black and white theme going on with her body.                                                                      "Thanks, I try to breathe every three seconds", she responded looking out of the window. I laughed and drove away from the school.                                                                                                                         "Where are you driving me?", she asked yawning. After eight hours of school I'd be tired too.                 "Just to my flat or do you need to be home?" I hope she wasn't.                                                              "Nah, I'm good", she mumbled,closing her eyes.

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As we walked up the stairs to the apartment I shared with the boys she grabbed my snapback and set it on her head. "You look prettier without it", she said. I felt the blood rushing to my face and a smile growing on my face. 

She called me pretty. Wow, I sounded like a girl...

I opened the front door and let her in first. She looked around and she looked like she sucked in every little detail. It was all a bit messy but we tried to keep it clean most of the time.

I followed her as she walked trough the rooms. "Plain", she mumbled.                                           "Yeah uh we just got here last week I'm sorry" I said embarrassed.                                                               "Isn't a bad thing", she said, rubbing her eyes as she sat on the couch in the living room.                    "Do you have any movies?", she asked as she saw the big flat screen. It was connected with Netflix so I let her choose a movie as I sat down next to her. We ended up watching Maleficent, apparently one of her favourite movies.

Halfway trough the film I looked down at her and seeing her asleep. Her legs were on my lap which I didn't notice, I was so into the movie. She looked even younger than she already was with her closed eyes and open mouth. She looked so at peace and I could stare at her the whole time.

One of her knee socks was slipped down and I starred at her pale legs.                 What was wrong with me?

She was so much younger than me and I was in a successful band, I couldn't let this happen.

But I can't help it, when I look at her it's like the world stopped and all I could see were her light freckles dancing in front of my vision.                                                                          My hands wandered up and down her  shin bones. She was tiny so I could easily wander up her body with my hands but I tried to stop what I was doing.

I didn't want to take advantage of her, I would never do that. She was my little snowflake and I didn't want her to melt.

I rubbed little circles in her smooth skin.

Ever POV:

 Warm hands were touching my legs and I kind of enjoyed it. Nobody ever really touched me. The calming rotations sent chills down my body. My hand ran down my leg, touching a large warm hand. I could feel the sharp knuckles and the thin hair on it. The fingers were long and they stopped moving.

"Don't stop", I mumbled. It was so calming , I probably didn't need any pills for the next hours.  The hand didn't move and I opened my eyes looking up at the tall boy.

His blue eyes were a bit out of focus but they looked in the depths of my soul.

"Why did you stop?", I pouted, playing piano with my fingers on his hand.

"Ever, I can't. "

I knew what he meant. I was a lot younger than him but I didn't really bother. I knew what kind of affect I had on him so I could as well use it.

I sat up and crawled on his lap. I felt his tension building up and I smiled to myself.

My hand touched his cheek so I could feel his stubble. I looked him in the eyes, knowing it would make him feel uncomfortable yet happy.

"Why don't you touch me?" I breathed. My thumb ran over his lower lip, feeling the cold metal from his piercing.

I grabbed his hand and set it on my lower back.

"Nobody will find out", I whispered. His hand tightened around my back. My hands cupped his face now and I pushed myself closer to him. He bit his lower lip and as our foreheads touched  I hummed :"Nobody".

I hid my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his light cologne. I didn't want anything to happen but at the same time I just wanted someone to hold me and tell me that everything is okay.

With his one hand on my back, that was extremely low , and the other one holding the back of my head,  I felt safe. I could feel his racing heart and hot cheeks. We stayed in that position for a long time.

And then the front door opened.

A/N :

Ahh i love this chapter. It reminds me kind of of Lolita . I made Ever a year younger (16) and she is now a sophomore bc idk It felt better haha  sorry if there are any words spelled wrong I didn't proof read AND THE SONG ON THE RIGHT DESCRIBES LOLITA SO IT FITS WITH THIS STORY TOOx♥♥