The Deadly Nerd (Completed)

The Deadly Nerd (Completed)

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sat, Mar 4, 20172h 47m
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"I like your lips when they're swollen." He said, making me blush. He kissed my nose. "I like your nose." Then proceeded in kissing my forehead. "I love your mind." Then both my eyes. "I love your eyes." Then, my collarbone. "I love your soul." He said then. I was so flushed. "I like you Elliott." He admitted and my heart felt so full, like never before. It felt so good to know that he liked me back. "I like you too, Lucas." This is not your cliché story about two teens falling in love. No, no. This is actually the totally opposite. You will read about Elliott and Lucas trying to get over the obstacles of love, hate, depression and suicide. Will they make it through it together? Or does someone get lost and doesn't go the right way? Find out in 'The Deadly Nerd'!
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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