Beautiful Creatures: 20 Years Later

Chapter 6: Dates

Lila Jane P.O.V.

I ran up to Anton. Telling myself to punch him, hit him, kick him.

I kissed him. On the lips.

I don’t even know why. I just did.

And he kissed back. Oh my Lord he kissed back.

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I lay on my bed, writing.

Love is impossible/idiotic/scary

Mortals know little/mortal boys know less/Caster boys know least

Misunderstood/misunderstand/Miss Under, stands

My mom walked in. “Honey. You came home and shut yourself in your room. What happened?”

That’s when I explained everything that had happened.

Mom looked shocked for a moment, then sad, scared, and, finally, sympathetic.

“Okay. I think I understand. Except for one thing. Why exactly did you kiss Anton? Was it, like an emotional connection?” Mom finally asked.

I shrugged. “He didn’t seem like his dad. I see Aunt Liv all the time, and I’ve met John a few times, but I know how you feel about him. Uncle John would have prepared to fight back. Anton didn’t, so I couldn’t hurt him. Then I started thinking how cute and innocent he seemed. So, I kissed him. And he kissed me back.”

My mom nodded. We shared a look. Mom’s said, “OMG, my baby’s first potential boyfriend!!!” Mine said, “Don’t embarrass me, please!!!” We both started laughing.

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Macon P.O.V.

There’s too much laughter coming from Lila Jane’s room. It’s distracting me from my “homework”. Otherwise known as texting hot girls.

Macon:

Hey Samantha

Samantha:

Hi there Macon

Macon:

What r u doin

Samantha:

Eatin @ the Dar ee Keen

Macon:

Mind if I join u?

Samantha:

That’s the q I’ve been waitin 4

Macon:

Cool who r u with?

Samantha:

Emma, Eve, and Charlene that ok?

Macon:

Ya

Samantha:

Good cu in a few?

Macon:

Yup

So, I hopped out of my desk chair and gathered up my leather jacket. As I walked past my sister’s room, the insane giggling was still going on, so I yelled that I was going out and ran to the Dar ee Keen to meet Samantha.

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Anton P.O.V.

Lila Jane. The cute Caster girl. My age. Kissing me. Kissing me, me, me. I couldn’t get that thought out of my head.

Neither can I.

What?

You can hear me?

Yeah. What’s going on?

It’s me, Lila Jane. Who are you?

Anton.

Oh.

Oh.

We’re Kelting, you know. My parents can do it.

I know.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, this was going great. (noted sarcasm)

Would you like to meet me at the Dar ee Keen?

Sure, Anton. 5 minutes?

I’ll be there.

I’m pretty sure I just made a date with Caster Girl.