Stupid Rich Girl

$ 39 - The Kiss

~ Is it crazy how saying sentences backwards creates backwards sentences saying how crazy it is ~

Rosen

I think I can safely say I avoided Léna all day today.

After Léna confonted me on the fact that I didn't share the - and I quote - 'Sacred information of the oh wonderful Sunshines day of birth', she went absalute bat shit crazy on me but while she was in the middle of comparing my day of birth to the day of birth of jesus christ, I bolted it.

I left the school cause Lord knows if I stayed she would most certainly find me. I mean, she's the daughter of the worlds most dangerous Mafia leaders, I'm pretty sure her brain is trained for that stuff. I never got the chance to ask her where she heard the information from but I have a feeling it could have been Noah. That, or she researched me. And both have high chances.

After my mother was killed, my birthday was never something I liked to celebrate, and so I didn't. She was the one that made it special, as soppy and weak that it makes me sound. She would be up early that morning, baking and cooking. It was a tradition that she served me her homemade fluffy pancakes, drenched in maple syrup and whipped cream. Every morning my mouth watered at the site as it was the only day of the year, besides Christmas, that I got to have them. It was also the only day of the year that I got them and my brothers didn't.

Then we'd continued the day, whether I decided to have a party, go out for the day, or just simply stay at home and watch movies on the sofa. Then she would bring out her homemade chocolate cake, with cream and strawberries in the middle that soaked into the cake everytime, making it even sweeter.

I could practically taste the sweetness of the cake as I sat in the locker rooms, unwrapping my hands. Unfortunately that fairytale life hasn't been seen since I was a kid. And I certainly wasn't getting that today. Instead I got bruised knuckles, a cracked nose and a whole pile of laundry. Sighing, I stood up and threw the bloodied wraps in the bin. I pulled my hoodie over my head, leaving the hood up too as I grabbed my bag and left the cold building.

I walked outside into the humid air of the night, hopping onto my bike with my helmet and speeding of to the place I've spent my birthday for the last few years.

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I killed the engine as I pulled off the helmet. Kicking the kickstand, I threw my leg over the bike and walked away from it carelessly. I jumped up the steps of the fire stairs and pulled myself up onto the roof of out building. Already the night air and the silence in this side of town bringing me the peace that I love. Until I
opened my eyes.

I looked straight ahead towards the edge of the building where me and Léna usually sit. Instead of the cold concrete roof, that used to make us quiver with the cold, there was blankets. Blankets in the exact spot that we always sit in. The odd pillow was scattered a cross the quilts with added a more comfort affect. Candles circles the blankets within a safe distance and with the flickering glow of each, you could make out the rose petals and wicker basket in the centre.

My heart sped up a million times per hour as I stared at the scene. My lips kept moving a I tried to catch my tounge to say something. But I couldn't. No words could express the feeling that was surging through my body right now. All because of the wild curly headed girl that sat in the centre of it all.

I looked at her face as she sat on back on her knees. A white hoodie engulfed her body as she bounced with anxiousness. She gave me her usual wild, cheeky grin but I could see the worry but excitement swirly in the pools of her beautiful mixed orbs.