EPISODE THREE
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Briar's POV.
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
I was dreading for the time when the clock would hit twelve and it'll be lunch time. I don't know why I was scared, I mean I have every right to disagree on meeting him right? Its my life, and I'm the one in charge of it. But why do I feel that something is going to happen.
The clock strike past eleven and dire rain down like a monsoon. Anxiously biting down on my nails I tried to focus on the teacher in front but I couldn't, my mind wont let me be at peace.
When the bell rang and the students stood up in their seat the nerve wrenching moment didn't help ease my heart that is jumping out of my chest.
I went outside to look for Trish and Brit, maybe they can help keep my mind off of things.
Yes, good idea, briar.
I told myself as I passed the empty halls and hear chattering noises in the cafeteria and in the field.
I was about to past another room when I heard Brit's voice.
I peaked and what I saw had my eyes going wide.
My hands went up to cover my mouth.
Brit was kissing Tyler.
Which so happens to be Trish's boyfriend.
How messed up situation was I in.
I ran past them and pretended not to see anything.
My heart beat rapidly against my ribcage, should I tell Trish? No, brit will be mad at me, but Trish must know.
Torne between the two.
What should I do?
"Arggggghhhhhh!" I frustratedly yelled pulling onto my hair thinking what to do next.
I was about to walk away when my eyes spotted the old school building, and when I remember that I was avoiding this place I face palmed my self quickly turning around.
"You're so stupid, briar! Of all the places to run into? here? really?" I scolded my self speed walking while clutching my trembling hands.
"Where do you think you're going?" A deep voice boomed across the hallway, and for a second I thought I saw the ground shake.
Alright, too much, but can you blame me? God help.
I turned around to be met by blue raging eyes and a fuming Luke.
"Uhm, off to north pole to ask Santa for a present?" I answered sarcastically as he stalked towards me my body started trembling, literally.
"Nice mouth, but I'd rather use that elsewhere." he said smirking playfully but still his eyes held anger in them.
I backed away and was about to run when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my waist and the next thing I knew I was facing upside down and him carrying me like a sack of potatoes.
I understand that I look like a potato but a sack of potato? really?
"You're actually making me dizzy, it'd be nice of you to put me down." I said to him like it was a normal conversation and throwing me in his back is a normal thing to do.
"I suggest you shut up before I do it for you." he answered smacking my butt.
What the hell! Did he just---
"Did you just smack my butt?" I yelled punching his back using my unbearably weak fist.
"I just did, and I'd be glad to do it again if you don't shut up." he said and I can feel he's smirking by the tone of his voice.
"What? do you have some kind of pleasure and pain fetish? b**m for that matter?" I asked nonchalantly, which earned a chuckle from him.
"What? No, but for you let me think." He said while containing his laughter.
"You do realize that I'm wearing a skirt and you're holding me upside down right?" I said rolling my eyes, as if he will see it.
"Yep, don't worry I'm holding your skirt, we don't want anyone seeing your naked ass don't we? Well, except for me I guess. I could get use to this." he taunted smacking my ass for the second time.
"For Pete's sake if you don't stop doing that I swear I'll--" I was cut off when he put me down on a table, in our old school building.
"You'll what?" he said coming closer his breath fanning my face.
"I'll-- I'll--" I couldn't think straight as his blue eyes drown me with pools of emotions I didn't know was still there.
"You'll what, hmm?" he taunted coming closer only an inch apart before our lips actually met.
I cant answer, my mouth wont form any coherent words, my mind dazed by his over whelming presence and I was once again drowning in his familiar scent.
A flash of memory came and I had manage to push him.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked him with a look that I know he'll decipher.
One question but it meant a lot.
"You know the reason." he answered turning his back giving me space as I regained oxygen from his trapping presence.
"This is child's play, Luke! Stop!" I yelled, I don't even know where my voice is coming from but I know this new found strength in me is just enough to help me stand on my own feet.
"Child's play? Is this what you think it is?" He asked smirking.
I glared at him.
"This is just the beginning, flower. Aren't you scared?" he whispered closing the gap between us to trap me in his arms.
"I'm scared." I whispered staring onto his blue orbs.
Searching for something, for an emotion that was once there before all of this.
"Good, you better be." he smirked tracing his fingers across my jaw.
"For you." I finished my sentence not taking my eyes off of him.
His eyes showed puzzled emotions as they were clouded with something else again.
"I'm scared for you." I repeat those words as his lips smashed mine hardly.
He was kissing me hard, savaging my mouth like a mad man.
I tried pushing him but my strength wasn't enough.
What was I to do?
As thoughts puzzled me, I found my self crying as he kiss me deeper nibbling onto my lower lips drawing out blood.
My futile attempts was nothing to his strength, my tears never stopped falling. Remembering that in that very same building, and in that very same day, two years ago, I had rejected his love for me.
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