Wanted

•Suggestion•

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~Bex's POV~

"I sit up all night in here with her watching sex in the city until four in the morning because you were getting dick?!" He says. I rest my head against the wall, starting to get a headache. "No call, no text saying "I'm good, just getting down and dirty", nothing. Way to give me a heart attack at eighteen."
"Getting dick from who?" My eyes snap over to Marissa. Alaric covers his mouth with his hand, my eyes wide.
"J-Just someone I know," I lie, my eyes darting around the room. She shrugs, turning her attention back to the computer. I gesture for Alaric to follow me to the hall. He groans, following me. Thankfully there aren't a lot of people walking around yet. "Did you really have to say it that loud for her to hear?"
"Yeah, sorry, I forgot it was her brother you got freaky with," he says, crossing his arms over his chest. "You know, I thought coming here would be like an educational vacation away from home. I wouldn't be helping sell drugs or driving a getaway car, but what am I doing now? Making sure you don't get pregnant, so far that seems like a harder job"
"I swallowed. I'm not getting pregnant."
"I'm not sure if I should be proud or disappointed." My heart starts beating in my chest as I wonder if he'll tell my dad or Dot. Dot will tell my mom and my mom can't Jeep anything from my dad and so it'll come out that I sucked a cops dick.
"You won't tell will you?" I ask nervously. He shakes his head, talking his fingers on his arm. "Thank you. It won't happen again. I can't even stand to be around him for more than a few minutes."
"Well you don't expect have to stand him, you could lie down, or get in your knees, or-"
"Stop!"
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"It's too hot for all this walking," Marissa says. We haven't even started the walk yet. This was also her idea, so if she complains the whole time about the walk I'm leaving. She wanted to walk around campus to see where our classes are and I thought it was a good idea until I saw how big it actually is on the map.
"You wanted to do this," I say. She stops in her tracks and bends down. I stop and turn to her. She places her hand on my leg, lofting my shirts a little. Looking down, my eyes nearly pop of my head.
"I take it you like it rough," she says, getting back up. "I thought something was seriously wrong." I laugh nervously, shaking my head. On my thigh is a large, dark bruise from where Atticus had been holding me. At the time, I hadn't realized how tight his grip was, but it was enough to leave a bruise that will be here for a long time.
"Nope. Just a good time," I joke uncomfortably. We keep walking, me pulling down my shorts every now and then to make sure any bruises are covered. Many people are sitting around reading their books and on their phones, some talking to others.
"Have you talked to your friend back home recently?" She asks. I shake my head. I tried calling Connie as soon as I left Atticus's this morning, but it went to voicemail. She's usually who I talk to about everything, so Alaric was my next best bet to talk to and we saw how that went.
"No, but I've been keeping myself busy." With your brother. "So what's the deal with you and your brother, if you don't mind me asking. Did he technically raise you or something?" She nods, tucking her hands in her pockets.
"Yeah, our dad was an alcoholic and my mom just...she's just not around. I think our brother screwing up so much hot to them and they snapped. Atticus has always been there for me though, so I've never felt the need to have my dad around."
"He seems like a good person," I say. And I've been a complete asshole to him. Actually, I was very nice to him last night, but the rest of the time I've been a handful. Hearing all this almost makes me feel bad.
Maybe I should be nicer to him. In my defense, he gave me an attitude as soon as we met, so I automatically gave him the same energy back. If someone is rude to you are just supposed to let them treat you like shit?
As much as I hate to admit it, I did have a good time yesterday. We didn't do...normal things, but it was fun for me. It was what I'm used to but on my terms. I felt relaxed around him like I had known him for a long time. Deep down, I think he had a good time too, even at the crime scene. If it hadn't been for me, the cops would have made a fool out of themselves when sending in the report. Once someone was to do an autopsy, what I realized would have been noticed and made them look like idiots.
"He is, he just takes some time to get used to. You have a thing for him?" At least she doesn't ask that like it's a bad thing. Maybe if she knew it was her brother I "got sick from" she wouldn't be mad. I shrug, looking down at my hands. "He's just...He's not good at relationships."
"That's always the case with the attractive ones, huh? They're emotionally detached and push people away," I say. She laughs, looking around us. The campus is pretty with a lot of flowers and fresh-cut grass, but my thoughts are too clouded for me to focus on that.
"I mean, you could call him emotionally detached, I guess," she says, kicking at a rock. "His last relationship was for a long time, they were together for almost two years until he um...it's a long story that I shouldn't tell. I'd just think about it before going for it."
"Alaric is gay by the way," I tell her. She stops, shoulders slumping. "Sorry."
"You've got to be kidding. I thought I finally found someone who'd watch Sex In The City with me without complaining," she says, clearly disappointed. That boy needs to come out already so he doesn't let any more girls down.
"I'll watch it with you."
"Well someone needs to."
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~Atticus's POV~