Novelette {Oneshots}

Wrong ✧ 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎

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𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌: This is actually an outtake scene from my book Perception.
Wrote this, didn't think it came off right, scrapped and rewrote it.
Then while looking through old files for this book, stumbled across it.

So here's what I found of the original chapter 25.
Yeah, it's that chapter.

If you haven't read Perception , I would advise skipping this one.
There's not particularly any spoilers, but it'll make no sense to you.

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I stop in the alleyway, taking in our surroundings. It's like a few days ago, and I stop in the same place, only because it's dug a little further into the wall and out of sight. Exactly where Nick stopped me, the memory remains of being shoved into that wall.

"So if I make my way up this alleyway-" I draw some more lines onto my map.

"George-"

"Then I should come out up here-"

"George-"

"And if I take a right here-"

"George-"

"What Clay?" I ask irritably, scribbling across my map. "I... George I..."

He stops, sighs, and tries again. "George you know how dangerous this is-"

"I know, but I have to do this. To be safe." I stare up to the sky, pocketing my map. "I'm just so tired of running away my whole life. I just... I want to be safe. Sorry to my soulmate, but I want to be okay."

My feet kick at pebbles, sending them down the sloping alley. "I'm selfish, I know. But I just want to be okay."

"You're not selfish. It's okay to want to be safe you know. I'm just scared I'll lose you."

I smile back at him. "Yeah, me too."

Clay moves a little closer, eyes trailing to the glasses over my eyes. He pushes up his mask, something must be wrong. Dream only ever moves his mask when there's something serious to discuss.

"George I-"

He leans closer, and I'm not saying a word, not stopping him.

Why aren't I stopping him?!

But I don't want to, I want him to come closer. And he does, until our faces are merely inches apart.

"Can I..." he mumbles, and I'm lost for words. Lost in the pretty boy before me, not able to truly see his face right and knowing anyway he's beautiful. He pushes my glasses up onto my forehead, now able to see my eyes.

Slowly we come together, Clay tilting my chin up as he softly presses his lips to mine. Everything falls from my mind in that moment, thoughts of the hunters plan long gone. It's just us here, and that's okay.

But it's not. It's wrong, and I'm kidding the wrong person. This isn't who I'm meant to be with, and we both know that. We're not meant to be together, yet he's kissing me anyway.

And I can't move away.

My head is screaming at me to pull away, but I can't bring myself to move. Stunned, rooted to the spot as Clay pulls away after I don't kiss back. "I'm sorry... I..." He tries to force out words that won't come.

And in that moment, I make my choice.

Grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, I tug him back in and collide our lips once more. It's his turn to be stunned, but the effect quickly wears off and he's kissing me back.

Everything tells me to pull away. After all the years of being told your soulmate is the one who's perfect for you, it's stuck in my head.

But now he's stuck in my head, and I'm kissing the wrong person, and I don't care.

In defiance to this world, I kiss him harder. Somewhere in our kiss I'm against the wall again. The same wall I was all those days ago, and now it's okay. I'm okay to be here, and it's okay for him to love me. And it's okay for me to love him, okay for us to kiss each other.

We break apart, Clay with a longing look in his eyes as he gently runs his thumb across my cheek. "I just had to do that, incase I lose you," he breathes.

My thoughts are disorganised, and I'm filled with a giddy feeling like my stomach is full of butterflies. I've never kissed anyone before, I'm supposed to kiss my soulmate.

But I'm not, and it's ok. My first kiss was taken by Clay, and I'm happy for that to have happen.

It's secretly how I wanted it anyway.

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