The Songs I Stole

Two

TWO

TAYLOR

“Oh man, how do I get this retard off my back?” I mutter to myself as I make my way around people to get to my class quick. For the past week, Ryan has been making my life miserable ever since ‘enlightenment’ touched Natalie after few weeks she ‘nearly died in an accident’ and these two friends-with-benefits buddies decided to get themselves into a relationship with a person that might ‘bring out the best in them’. I can’t begin to describe how irritated I was with all the air-quoting I was forced to do whenever their topic got brought up during a conversation.

“Hey, Tay!”  I hear Ryan calling me. I ignore him as I turn round the corner of the hallway. Will he ever get off my back? What schizophrenic, masochistic spirit actually possessed me to date him in the freshman year, anyway?

“Tay, babe!” I hear him call out again. I continue speed-walking around people walking into classes. I skip a few step as an idea suddenly forms in my head. Impulsively idiotic but worth the risk.

I bump into someone suddenly. “What the-”But the profanity that was supposed to follow doesn’t come out as I look up to face Kieran. He is very well aware how much of a ‘purity case’ I am considered. Nevertheless, I wouldn’t mind socking his face if he ever used any abusive word for me.

I give him a warning look which he returns with a reluctant nod and with tight-lipped smile turns around and walks into a class which I’m pretty sure he is not in. But the infamous player was popular for getting away with anything with his heart-winning smiles. Whatever that means. He always seemed a bit too dumb for my tastes. “Tay, there you are.” I hear Ryan call from behind me. At least Kieran was smarter than this guy. Which reminds me, why didn’t I put my ‘kiss a random guy’ plan into action?

I do a mental headdesk as I realize that now the hallway is empty save that guy with shiny blue-black hair leaning against an open locker.  I let out a deep breath and with determined pace walk towards him. I know its Vincent – or as he prefers to be called, V – hidden by that locker door. I don’t know that if that knowledge makes me more eager or makes me lose some confidence. It was only V’s piercing midnight eyes that ever got the honor of making me squirm. And I always squirm under his gaze.

When I reach him, it seems V becomes aware of me since he closes his locker to look at me. The moment he does, I grab the back of his head and pull him down to smash our lips together. It seems I surprised V – duh – since he stiffens. I take a deep breath, taking his light intoxicating scent in. He doesn’t seem to respond instead his hands take hold of my waist to push me back lightly. He raises a brow at me as I pull back, my arms resting on his shoulders.

“Please, I just can’t get him off my back.” I whisper. V looks over my shoulder for a moment before looking back at me.

“You owe me,” He says in his deep, mysterious voice. Sometimes it feels like he was born a goth, meant to be dark, an enigma. He was always a puz-

My thoughts disintegrate when his hands tighten around my waist and this time, he pulls me in for a kiss. Surprised and grateful, my hands trail up his neck to twine my fingers around the edges of his silky hair. With an arm wrapping completely around my waist, V’s other hand trace circles all over my back. I shiver, feeling those long fingers of his through my tank and cardigan. He tilts his head to get more of me and I respond with parting my lips for him.

I have to stop this now. This is more than some innocent kiss. He is French-kissing me! This is so wrong on so many levels. But I can’t stop him. I can only hold him tighter, kiss him harder as I feel his soft lips move against me, feel his lip-ring coldly press against the corner of my bottom lip. Our breaths mingled as our tongues met and felt each other. My fingers tighten around his hair, pulling him harder against me. The hand tracing circles on my back now clutches me against him.