Everything That Drowns Me

Chapter 16

*BEN's POV*

I couldn't help it. I tried to stop. I really tried. But then, it hit me.

What's the point of being immortal if you can't take chances?

Either she'd reject ot or accept it. I leaned in and relied on luck. I stopped her, mid-sentence. She was surprised. Who wouldn't, having a guy who attempted her murder lean in to give her a kiss.

Seconds passed... She wasn't pushing me away. Could she be accepting it? Finally, she came to her senses and pushed me away. She sat there, staring at me. I felt embarrassed; she felt the same because of the blush on her cheeks. We both just sat there awkwardly staring at each other. She probably thought I was insane... I didn't deny that of course, but in this case it's different...

What would happen if I did it again?...

I leaned back in, but my lips barely grazed her's. She had pushed me back again, and moved away a few inches.

"I-i.." I struggled to find the words. I had no idea what I just did... I wasn't sure if she liked the kiss or not. I didn't even know if she liked me or not. I did almost kill her after all...

"D-don't..." She said, stopping my stuttering. "Just... Don't. Don't think of an excuse. What's done is done." She said simply, standing up. I stood up quickly and grabbed her shoulder, to which she pulled away.

"I didn't know what I was doing." I pleaded. "I won't do it again... If you don't want me to..."

She stared at me again. She was glaring. It's like she could see who I am. Who I was. Who I will be in the future. It's frightened me to be honest... Then she did something that shocked me more than anything.

She slapped me.

I stood there in shock. No one had ever hit me... Well... That's a lie. There was one person that had hit me, and that was my father. Keep in mind, he was the same one who drowned me.

"Don't." She hissed again. "I had a life... Not the best, but a good one. And you took it away... I don't know what you want from me, but just do whatever you're planning so I can leave."

I want you... I thought. I didn't at first... But now I do...

"Got it?" She asked coldly. I nodded.

"Good. Because this will never be a thing..." She said, motioning to the two of us.

I slowly shook my head. She glared and spoke.

"Oh, so now you want me to like you? After you tried to kill me? After you carved your name in my arm? A-after you kidnapped me? After you... A-after you..." She trailed off, getting lost in thought. I had no idea how girls acted... I died at the age of 12, and the only time I saw a girl was right before I killed her. All I had to look off of was movies and video games. I knew she needed space. She didn't need a boyfriend...

She just needed a friend.

I walked over and hugged her. She was tense, but finally gave in. She held onto me and I felt my shoulder getting wet with tears. I know I'm a bad guy. I've hurt her in more ways than one. No wonder she's crying.

But that doesn't mean I can't change.