Clarissa Grayson Tate grew up in a wealthy home. From a far, her family looked perfect. To anyone who saw them in a picture or exchanged a few words with them at a party they were lucky enough to be invited to, they seemed like an annoyingly perfect...
The next few days I pretty much ignored everyone or just gave short responses to them. I haven't seen Derek besides during training. He seemed to be ignoring me as much as I was everyone else. Part of why I can't force myself to smile or respond to people is embarrassment.
Those fears my squad saw the other day was personal. Too personal. Not even my own brother knew how bad is had gotten and now that he does... I can't bring myself to look at him despite his best efforts to speak to me.
And what's worse, I was still required to finish my sim courses in front of my squad. Even though I've not gone to any other members appointments. I've heard a little bit from Alissa about Derek's sim, not that I was really listening to her. Though I did when she mentioned myself being involved in one. Even then though..
Through my coldness towards others around me, I've been more focused on workouts and training. I've improved quite a bit since and I've been getting letters from my father saying he's very proud of my 'sharpness'. Not that his unusually nice words gave me comfort of any sort, if anything the opposite. I feel like something changed in me.
Liam and I hardly make eye contact anymore. I don't know what to say to him as much as I know he doesn't know what to say to me. Sometimes I do sneak a glance from time to time. I can't help but look and wonder, what if? What if I opened myself to him? What if I could start to care about him the way he seems to care about me?
"Hello? Issa are you listening? We've been talking to you for like five minutes." Emery snaps his fingers in my face, snapping me back to reality.
When I said I stopped talking to people.. that doesn't include him. Over the past few days he's kind of forced friendship upon me. His family situation is very similar to mine in the sense that his family has a history of beating him. But the reason they did it was because they could beat his sexuality away. Last night he told me that when he was 14 his parents caught him kissing his boyfriend outside a restaurant one day after following him all night and tied him up, threw him into a van and beat him every other day since then until they felt they beat him straight.
"Yeah sorry. Just thinking."
"Well we're talking about strategy here. The games are tomorrow and your our group captain. Chin up buttercup." Emery said with a gentle voice, throwing his arm over my shoulder.
I looked up at him and smiled. "Sorry. You've got my full attention now."
Three months later
The sun slowly creeps across my face making me cringe into the covers further. I groan and turn over to face the broad shoulders that I've been running my hands over for the past seven weeks. I stop myself before I my hand can run it's way up his back and over his tattoo of iron swords crossing one another.
I sigh and stretch into a sitting position and make my way to the bathroom down the hall. I wash my face and brush my teeth and hair. When I'm done I turn the sink off and turnoff the light. When I open the door I walk smack into a hard chest. I groan and rub my forehead. The rumble of his deep laugh sends a warm chill down my spine.
"You alright there babe?" He asks, snaking his arm around my waist pulling me flush against his body.
I bite my lip and look up at Him. "Watch where you're standing stretch." I say with a smile.
He squeezes my waist and kisses me. "How about this. I'll watch where I'm standing if you watch where you're walking. Sound like a plan?"
I roll my eyes and kiss him back. His hands tangle into my hair and suddenly my back is against the door. My legs find themselves around his waist and- "Emery we can't be late again. People will start to notice. I'm pretty sure Alissa already suspects something. She's been asking a lot of questions lately and so has Elijah."
"Give me five minutes." He said with intensity in his eyes. Then he sticks his lip out like a child.
Something about the action sent my insides into a fluttering frenzy. I look into his for a moment before capturing his bottom lip between my teeth, causing a deep groan to erupt from his throat and suddenly I'm being thrown on the bed...
So sorry for this time off and I know this chapter is short but more are to come! Vote and comment. ~Also which ship do you like better? #Lissa
#Derissa
Or
#Clemery
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And just a little reminder of how gorgeous our Issa is^^
