Dylan's POV
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Walking through the schools corridors, making my way to my locker I spot Melanie walking in the opposite direction with nerdy guy Tom and her other three friends who I have no idea off. She walks past as if I wasn't even there, as if I was a ghost, just kept on laughing at Tom's jokes.
Her wide smile makes my heart melt, but when she doesn't notice me, my heart breaks. I shake the thought out of my head and carry on walking towards my locker, I blown it a couple of times, of course she's not gonna keep forgiving me, worst thing is I still have no idea about what I did to her.
I haven't spoken to her in a month now, no texting, no calling. She doesn't want anything to do with me and if I must be honest it wasn't the best month of my life, my grades are dropping again and I'm "not as good as I used to be" in football too.
It's been a hell of a month actually, teachers have been complaining about me, saying I'm not participating at all, not trying at all, that I should put more effort and get motivation again because I won't make it into a college if I carry on like this. I mean there's nothing new it that, but how am I supposed to get motivation when apparently I've been saying shit about Melanie, the only girl I care about at the moment.
Then there's the boys trying to push me into coming out of the house more, bringing me to all of these parties that I find lame and stupid, I honestly go with them and then sit in the corner watching everyone else enjoy themselves while I'm on my phone falling asleep. Besides that, they tell me to tag along with them after school which usually ends up playing football so that the girls can watch them and mainly the cheer leading squad, once we're done with the match they tell me to come with them and they go off to somewhere different each time but obviously with girls who took their time watching them play.
They force me into talking to all of these girls with good looks but no personality, I don't know, normally I'd like that, you know, talking to stupid girls who only want to have fun, but not any more, well since I met Mel.
To add to that list, Tasha was on my back for the whole month and that was a tragedy. She even came knocking on my door, asking my mum if I'm home and leaving messages for me, saying she's sorry and all that crap. I just don't know, normally I would take her back but I can't seem to do that any more.
I stop stressing about my depressing life and make my way to my next period which is unfortunately Maths. Here goes watching Melanie and not paying attention to anything else other than her the whole time again.
I grab some of my textbooks out of my bag and set them on my desk as Melanie walks into the classroom with her best friend Alicia, at least I think that's what she's called.
She gives me a glance that I catch and she immediately turns her gaze the opposite direction, soon we hear the bell ringing so we all take our seats waiting for the teacher to come in.
During the lesson I keep staring at Melanie not even caring if I'm being secret about it or not, sometimes she looks back at me to see if I'm still staring because she can probably feel my eyes on her and when she does see me looking at her, she averts her eyes straight at the board again.
God, she's so beautiful. I think to myself.
I don't know if I just silently admitted to myself that I do actually like her, but what does it matter anyway? She can't stand me.
An hour or so later the lesson finishes and we are dismissed so we start packing our stuff away. I take a last look at Melanie as she's leaving and I know I'm probably gonna regret this afterwards but I can't take this any more, she's always with Tom, he's waiting for her outside the classroom just now.
Ugh, I'll regret this. I say to myself.
I see her leaving the classroom, so I throw my stuff into my backpack as fast as I can to catch her just in time.
As I'm walking towards the door to catch her arm, the door closes right in front of me making a bang sound. "Hey Melan-", when I open the door again and step out into the corridor I can already see her hugging Tom. I decide to leave it for now. Unlucky me, the only thing I now regret is not running fast enough.
After school I decide to walk home, I really don't feel like having a game of football and then being in the presence of girls who I've absolutely no interest in.
My mum greets me as soon as I walk into the house, asking if I want dinner. Of course I do. After dinner I decide to take a nap, erase my mind from things.
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"Mhm... Sure Daniel, bye-bye" I heard my mum speaking to someone over the phone as I was just behind her without her knowing.
Daniel? "Was that dad?" I asked and she just stared at me with a shocked expression on her face, "Just answer the damn question mum, was it dad?" I say in a more annoyed tone.
"I d-don't know what to say to you honey, I-"
"Don't say anything." I sternly cut her off and then puff as I start walking away to get my jacket and put my shoes on.
I can't believe she's done that. I slam the door behind me.
So finally she- well we, got rid of his bullshit, his outbursts and his decision making for the rest of the family and she wants him back? Suddenly starts talking to him again when they're supposed to be getting a divorce? She had a mild heart attack because of him for God's sake and she wants to get back with him? I can't believe this. I what's going to happen next? She'll fucking get more than a mild heart attack.
I don't think she realises, just how bad of a idea this actually is.
Before I get to realise what's happening I get distracted from my thoughts and suddenly fall to the ground. "What's up pretty boy? Are we lost, hm?" I hear a really raspy voice ask me but I'm too unconscious to actually take a look at who it is, as the group of guys proceed to kick me in my stomach and face as I wince and groan in pain.
"Alright boys, let's go! He had enough" I hear the raspy voice again and then hear footsteps of them running away fading into the streets.
I lay on the stone cold path for a few minutes until I force my body to lift itself up, groaning and wincing as the stabbing in my ribs continue.
I don't even know how I managed to walk this far or how long it took me to get here, all I know is I need to see her.
I've had the shittiest days without her and I know for a fact the only thing that will brighten my night is her smile, so I knock and wait.
I feel my heart thumping in my ribcage, only adding to the pain that's already there and if she doesn't open the door, I might actually crumble apart because I know she's at home. We have a history test tomorrow, there's no way she would be anywhere else besides her bedroom, going over her notes.
Just then I hear the door knob pushing down making me lift my head up, praying to God it's not her parents.
"Oh my god!" She opens the door and gasps as soon as she see's me, while I just stay quiet not knowing what to say.
That's a lie actually.
There's a million things I want to say to her right now. But none are to do with what happened to me or why I came to her doorstep. Everything that I want to say instantly escapes my head and I can't form any words when she's looking at me like that.
God, I wanna kiss her so bad.
I watch her eyes scan my face, then my body like she's a certified nurse- wouldn't surprise me if she was. I can't help but get a small dry laugh out, instantly regretting it when a sharp stab renders in my ribs.
"What happened? Are you okay?" Concern laces her tone.
I try to nod but I don't think she even notices, opening her door wider for me to come inside it. On second thought, this is a bad idea, I should have went to Michael's instead, her parents are never going to let me near her now.
"My parents aren't home." She reads my thoughts.
This is even worse than if they were here because all I can think about now is being alone with her and desperately wanting to know what her lips feel like on mine.
I wanted to kiss her since the time I took her to the cinema and I was a coward to admit, but the more I kept pushing my feelings aside, the more I couldn't stop thinking about her and wanting to be with her more and more every day.
She gestures for me to come inside and so I do. As soon as my feet step over their welcome mat, she blows out a single breath and her fingers are under my shirt grazing my torso, pulling me into a slight 5 second hug.
I wasn't aware I had butterflies in the pit of my stomach until her fingers detach from my body but the sensation is still there.
Her eyes burn into mine, "Who did this to you?"
"I don't know. Thanks for letting me in, apparently my mum isn't getting a divorce after all, so I couldn't go back home and I didn't know where else to go so-"
"It's okay, lets get you upstairs." she cuts me off, placing her arm around my waist, dragging me up the stairs.
She opens the door to their bathroom and instructs me to lean against the sink, while she bends down to the sink cabinet besides me and takes out a couple of disinfectants, plasters, wraps and face cloths, placing them onto the sink.
I don't say a word for the longest time, I'm just happy to be in her company, even if getting beaten up is what took her to finally spare me a look. I continue to watch her wet the face cloth under the running tap, lightly wringing it before moving it closer to my face.
"This is going to sting a little bit," she warns softly. I can't tear my eyes away from her so I lightly nod in understanding.
I flinch as the cold wet cloth touches the rip in my eyebrow, "Shhh...It's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay." She says more to herself than to me as she continues to wipe away the blood trinkets. I think she's panicking more than me.
My eyes fall to her lips and she's so damn close, I can feel heat from her body. She's so adorably petite that she has to stand on her tippy toes to reach my eyebrow, even when I'm slouching on the sink.
As my eyes flick back up to her eyes, I see concern in her eyes, which makes me more relaxed and relieved because I know she worries about me, she still cares. Her deep brown pupils expand and I can see a reflection of my lips in her eyes making my heart skip a beat.
Her hand moves onto my bottom lip, applying minimum pressure so she doesn't hurt me and I can't take this any longer.
"I'm sorry I just have to-" get a taste of you, is what I don't say when my eyes drop down to her lips once again. The way her bottom lip is slightly fuller makes me want to run my tongue along the outline of it.
I'm pretty sure she feels the tension too because I can't feel the cloth on my face anymore. Either she stopped cleaning my wounds or I just can't pay attention to it because all of my attention is on her lips and the way her chocolaty breath is on my face.
If I wasn't aware I'd think I'm making this up, but I can feel her heart beating into my skin with how close her body is leaning into mine, "Please don't be mad at me for doing this," I whisper.
My hand makes it's way to her face putting a strand of hair behind her ear, instantly leaning in closer to her lips as my hand curves down to her chin, lifting her head slightly upwards to reach my own lips perfectly.
I run my tongue along the bottom of my lip just before she releases a small breath she's been holding onto for quite some time now and feel my lips instantly dry out. Our lips brush against each others and I give in and close my eyes.
Finally.
My hand wraps around the small of her waist, wanting to feel every inch of her as closely as I can possibly get her and her body relaxes in my arms almost instantly. My second arm moves to the back of her neck, lightly tangling in her thick heavy hair that I love so much.
My teeth clasp her bottom lip, tugging on them like I wanted to in the first place. She tastes exactly like I imagined, rich and creamy chocolate.
My tongue pokes inside her mouth when I feel her tugging on my hair and I lightly tip her head back with the hand behind her neck, to give me better access to her mouth. If she says she hasn't done this before, I'll have a hard time believing her because she tastes and feels like heaven.
When my lungs are short of air, I pull away resting my forehead on hers, inhaling her fruity perfume, missing my mouth on hers already.
"Please tell me you'll let me do that again." I whisper against her lips and to my surprise she doesn't protest.
"Yes."
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AHHH THEY FINALLY KISSED! IM SO HAPPY!! :O
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