Take.

Chapter 22

Nicole.

"You think I chose this shit?!" Blasie shouted as the Manor fell calm.

"There you go again." I giggled, as we both seemed to have lowered our defenses and wands. 

"What?" sniffed Blasie, looking at me.

"In all your fucking beautiful glory, messing with my head like you always did." I spat, crossing my arms. 

"I have never messed with your head Nicole..." Blasie spat, getting a serious tone - more serious that usual. "...you're the one thats fucked with me!"

"Fucked with you?!" I laughed out loud. "How?"

"We flirt, we get this connection that neither of us can shake..." He explained motioning between the two of us as we started circling each other again. "...god Nicole."

"What?" I asked, tilting my head at his body language.

"You're my first." He spat, looking at me in the same way he did that night he almost saw me naked for the first time.

"Your first?" I rose an eyebrow.

"Don't make me say it." He growled, rolling his eyes at me putting my hands on my hips. "Love, Nicole."

"You don't even know what love is Blasie!" I shouted as I stopped circling him. 

"Don't say that." He demanded as I pushed further.

"Tell you what Blasie, I'll make you a deal..." I crossed my arms as his eyes rose from the ground into my face. "...let me either beat the shit out of your and go, or just let me go and you won't hear from me again."

Blasie stood in silence.

I stepped closer to him as I continued to speak, "That way you won't have to even think about me anymore. That way you won't miss my touch," I stated, caressing his cheek. "you won't miss my voice, my eyes, my kiss..." 

A familiar heat rose between the two of us and we stared deep into each other's eyes.

"...NIcole," He said quietly, swallowing as we continued to stare into each other eyes, and it felt as if neither of us was even breathing. "you can think what you want, how you think I feel and all that - but you're the only girl I've ever felt something for...and never even gone on a date with."

"A real date." I corrected.

He nodded slightly, taking my waste.

"The only girl I've ever felt something for that I haven't slept with." Blasie stated, looking deeper into my eyes. 

He leaned in slightly, only for my senses to kick back in, and thats when I slide my wand right to his throat.

"Nicole." He choked out as I pressed my wand a little deeper into his throat.

"I can't trust you Blasie." I stated, backing away and releasing the tension from my wand on his neck. "Why would I even think about kissing you if we can't even have a simple conversation?"

"What type of conversation were we having?" Blasie asked, shrugging as he rose his wand at the ready now.

"I can't do this." I frowned, feeling my heart threaten to break. "You broke my heart." I lowered my wand first this time. 

Blasie stood there.

Staring at me.

Wand at the ready, while mine was lowered.

"You broke me." I stated, making sure not to break eye contact. "How am I suppose to forgive you for all that shit? How am I suppose to be yours if you can't be mine?"