Scream [completed]

Chapter 17 (Becca)

He made the team? At times like this I wish I was Silas's girlfriend. I mean, I want a letterman jacket! You must read this chapter guys, I loved writing it and hopefully you'll like it too! Please vote and share, every one deserves a book to read! (Hopefully that book will be mine haha) xxx Mona

Thankfully, Silas hadn't acknowledged my odd behaviour at the library. Even if he had, he didn't show any sign of annoyance. Watching him running around on the field was amusing and I couldn't help but notice how incredibly fit he was. He was faster, stronger and surprisingly better at football then I thought. Silas was full of surprises. When they finished, he waved to me telling me that he was going to take a quick shower. I motioned to him that I would stay where I was. I sat on the bleachers reading a book I had gotten from the library. With all my other things except for my book and phone, everything was packed away neatly in my bag. Looking up from the book I was reading, I came face to face with Silas's dark brown eyes. "Hey" I said smiling. "So, you're going to try out for Cheerleading?" he said cockily. I laughed "I thought you'd forget about that." He took the seat beside me, "I'd never forget about it if it meant seeing you in a mini skirt." He chuckled. I was pretty sure that it was a joke, but I blushed. When my face cooled down, I turned to face him. Every time I heard him speak, my heart tripled its beats. He was truly stunning. His eyes looked lifeless but extremely alluring. He had long black eyelashes that heightened the mysteriousness in his eyes. His voice was low and smooth. His hair wasn't in his usual style, up and laid back. Since he had just taken a shower, his hair looked natural but beautiful. If it were even possible, his hair looked fluffier than usual. It looked as if he only ran a hand through his hair and slightly brushed it to the side. His black hair accompanied his facial features perfectly to give him those extra points of beauty. When Silas saw me staring at him, I thought I saw a flash of... lust? But the moment it came, it left, as if it was never there. For a few moments we just stared at each other. Every part of him looked so alluring and dangerous but I couldn't stay away. Then I caught sight of his lips, a bad move on my part. They looked so soft, like silk; so kissable. Before I could stop myself, I leaned in and kissed him. He was hesitant at first but then held me by the small of my back and touched the side of my face. I was right about his lips, they were so soft and they tasted like candy. He kissed me softly and slowly, savoring every second. I never wanted the encounter to end, the previous tension was sliding away like water off a duck's back. I made sure every moment I was, pressed against his body, was engraved into my memory. Our eyes were both closed and our lips moving in sync. His breathing was calm and stable, as for my breathing; it was rapid and nervous. His hands were on my cheeks and they were warm and soft. Never wanting to break our contact, I inched closer to him and wrapped my hands around his neck. But not too long later, I heard somebody call his name. Silas gently and slowly pulled away from me leaving my lips feeling cold are bare, desperate for his touch again. He kept his hand on my face for a moment longer then said "I'll see you tomorrow Becca." Then he stood up and walked away from me as if nothing had happened. Still stunned from our kiss, I watched him walk over to his friend. Sitting there blinking, I tried to process what had happened. I had felt his warmth radiating around me when we kissed, passion and depth, clearly there. Yet when we pulled away, he walked away with no comment other than a goodbye; acting as if a kiss to him was nothing. I wondered if I had done anything wrong, or if he simply kissed me back by mistake. Shaking my head, I thought but I felt the heat, it felt so real, like he wanted me; needed me. There must be an explanation for his behaviour... unless his feelings were just an illusion and that my emotions were merely being mirrored- in my mind. The problem with affection and emotions, is the fear of it not being returned. Sighing, I grabbed my things and started to walk to my car. I didn't regret kissing Silas but I did regret doing it so suddenly.