ANOTHER CHANCE

Don't ever change

Unknown's POV

I was sitting in this bullshit History class waiting for her to come. I don't know why I craved to see her every single day but that's how things were. I scanned around the class once again just to check if she had arrived yet and took a deep breath as I didn't find her.

She was just so fragile and sweet. Her golden brown hair which looked so soft and beautiful came till her waist and was curled at the bottom, how I wish I could run my hands through them. Her black eyes were as deep as the ocean, told everything that she felt. How I wished that I could wrap my arms around her lean body and hug her, kiss her, hold her hands and stay with her even if that was only for a minute. But then, fate. She liked somebody who wasn't fit for her, and the worst part was that he liked her back and had forgotten about the....

I turned my head and there I saw her. I just couldn't bear it; I was supposed to be the one to be in his place. I got up from my seat and gathered all my belongings from the desk and ran behind them. I sat in my car and started following them.

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I was at this spot which had a table set up for two people under a tree with a cream table cloth spread and both seats on the same side and on the other side was a chair with a huge white box kept on it. On the table there were some flowers and some plates with two candles. There were some jars hanging from the tree. These jars were transparent and had candles burning inside them. I looked very beautiful overall but nothing compared to her. Then my gaze shifted on her. She looked so beautiful with a smile on her pink lips. A black cloth covered her eyes. She sat on one of the chairs and slowly removed the cloth covering her eyes. I shifted a little so that I could see her clearly. She slowly opened her eyes and a smile appeared on her lips. She was wearing a dark grey one side off shoulder loose top with a white short which just stopped above her mid thighs. Her golden brown hair let loose highlighted her black eyes and long eyelashes. She had a natural pink blush on her fair face. She was wearing flats on her foot and had a thin black anklet around her ankle. God! She looked beautiful.

He went and saton the chair next to her and started playing with her hair. She was blushing little as he leaned close to her. He whispered something in her ear and her blush went even red. She closed her eyes and leaned further.

No, no, no, no, no he can't be kissing her. But before I could do anything they started kissing each other and her hand traced into his hair. That's it, I couldn't see it anymore. I couldn't see her kissing him in front of me. I just wanted to go and beat him, kill him. But I couldn't, I didn't want to see her crying.

"I love you Ella. I love you for who you are. I love you for what you are. I love you more than anyone can." I said to myself as I drove off.

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Ella's POV

I was surprised when I opened the scarf from my eyes to look at this beautiful set up. A smile crept on my lips as I turned to look at Austen who was smiling at me. He pulled the chair next to me a little back and sat on it looking at me. He raised his hands and started playing with my hair. I blushed a little as he leant closer to me and whispered in my ears. "I still need my price. Please don't delay it anymore." it was in a husky voice. I blushed even more badly and he pushed himself back to get a look at my face. I slowly closed my eyes and leaned further. His soft lips touched mine. There was an explosion of love inside me as he sucked on my lower lip. My hands tangled in his hairs as I opened my mouth and his tongue roamed my mouth. He pulled me closer and I tightened my grip around him and kissed him with equal passion. We were kissing each other as if we had waited for this moment our entire lives. I finally pulled away not wanting to do so but needed air. We breathed heavily and he looked up at me. His eyes were now brown instead of their usual green color. He smiled and started running his fingers over my cheeks, "Where did you learn that from?" I blushed, but acted all innocent, "Excuse me?" he chuckled, "Don't play hard with me babe. Come on, tell me from where did you learn that?" he asked again raising one of his brows.

"From you." I answered as he flashed a smile. "Was that your first time?" he asked me all surprised. I nodded a yes. His smile became even wider. He leaned forward and kissed me on my forehead, and whispered, "Thank you." And we kissed again.

After what seemed long enough we moved apart. I caught my breath still not wanting to open my eyes because of the hotness overloaded make out session. He rested his forehead on mine and whispered, "I got you a little something." I opened my eyes and met his golden browns one. I smiled teasingly and moved away to move towards his ears, "Something better than what just happened?", and moved back. He shook his head, "Nope, nothing better than this." I nodded in agreement. He got up from his chair and walked to the other side of the table to pick up a thin something which was wrapped in white paper but looked like a box if seen from far. He came back and placed it in front of me and sat back in his chair but looking at me. I raised one of my eyebrows and was about to ask him, but before that as if reading my mind he answered, "Aaahaaan, don't ask me what's in. Open it for yourself an see what it is." I placed one of my hands on the wrapper to open it and said, "Ok' let's see then." But before I could unwrap it, Austen caught my hands. I turned to him a bit to see him smirking, "What?" I asked a bit irritated by his expression. "What do I get if you like it?" he asked and I rolled my eyes. "Now, if you don't let me unwrap it right now you get a broken hand." I said slapping his hand off mine using my free hand. "Ok, fine! Unwrap it." He said pouting. I continued unwrapping it and then my eyes fell on the painting. It was beautiful, more beautiful than any other painting in the whole wide world. I turned to him and he smiled. "Did you make this?" I asked him. Austen enjoyed painting. It was his hobby, about which none knew. He told me about it a week after we started dating. He nodded a yes and I could feel tears forming in my eyes.

It was a painting of Austen and me. It was a painting of us. It was a painting of the photo we clicked together at the carnival, which I forced him to go to. It was picture of me having a stuffed teddy bear in my hand while his hands were wrapped around my waist and kissing me on my cheeks. Actually we never posed for it, we were just standing there and viewing the balloons left into the sky at the carnival every year when a photographer clicked it and gave it to us. We both have a copy of it.

I moved forward as much as I could and hugged him. He hugged me back and chuckled, "We could do better than that." I smiled and answered trying to tease him, "Maybe...." With that he moved away and cupped my cheeks with his hands. I whispered, "Ummmmm........ But later." He shook his head from left to right, "That's not fair", he said and I smiled imitating his words the other night, "Everything is fair in love and war." At which he chuckled and pinched my nose, "Don't ever change." And I smiled, "Never will."

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