Chapter 29 - My violent discretion
(Warning: This Chapter contains scene's of violence-- It might be sexual violence *wink*)
After that, he had moved away from the wall and me, not saying anything else and to be honest this was a nice comfortable silence that took over us. Though I couldn't help but slightly feel disappointed for some unknown reason. He then reached in his jeans pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a blue lighter. My eyes watched at he lit the cigarette and blow it out, with his face looking calmer than before. The smoke that came out of his mouth looked so enchanting.
I don't know what I was thinking at that moment, but it got me to reach out and take the burning cigarette out from his mouth and pull it towards mine.
A hand went out and grabbed my wrist, stopping the cigarette from reaching my parted lips. My eyes trailed up from his hand around my wrist, up his muscular bronzed arm, then slowly taking in his handsome face features that looked so flawless that I wished to touch again, and then lastly my eyes met his burning gaze.
"W-why did you s-stop me?" I questioned with my voice suddenly weak as I realized that everything about Chad intimidated me. His personality, his flawless features, his super strength, his bad-boy aura, his fake looking fangs, the way he smirks, the look in his eyes when he wants something. It's everything! And to tell you the truth . . . I kinda found it sexy.
I know that what I just thought about, I would have never ever considered thinking that in a million years. But somehow over the past month these unexplainable feelings began to grow very slowly. I'm not saying I really like Chad or something! No, Clayton will forever be my love, I swear. Just that you seriously can't blame a teenage girl for finding Chad extremely attracted.
"Am I making you nervous?" He suddenly asks.
"No." I lied, surprised at that moment I could pull a lie out and look like I meant it.
"You know, I'm not sure I'm convinced." He said, giving me that heart melting smile of his. "In fact I think I do make you nervous, that you just too stubborn to admit."
I said nothing, but let his words play over my mind, cursing that he knew! Or maybe he just read my thoughts about him?
He frowned slightly now, looking at the cigarette still placed in between my finger tips and then back to meet my confused gaze. "I didn't know you like my cancer sticks?" He remarks, his tone teasing yet there was a hint of discomfort, as he gently took it out from my fingers.
He took a long puff with his eyes still looking into mine and then he exhaled the smoke straight into my face. He was so lucky I was a dead girl that couldn't smell anything or else I would have punched him.
I gave a smirk of my own, whilst I grabbed the cigarette out from his fingers. I don't know what had come over me but I felt like I needed to prove my point here as well as I wanted to try a cigarette for the first time, and see why the world goes bananas over them so much. "What, don't you approve of me smoking now?" I teased, as well as I moved closer to him daringly. "You think I'm gonna get addicted?" I tilted my head to the side with a playful glint in my eyes.
He laughed through his nose, grabbing his cigarette back from me but did not attempt to take another puff, but instead left his hand to drop to his side, cigarette burning away. Since we were so close already, all he had to do was bend his head forward and have his nose almost touching mine as he said, "The bad-girl look doesn't suit you" He whispered seductively that I hide the obvious lust in my eyes.
"We'll see" I replied, slipping away from him and walking back around the building, knowing smugly that I just challenged myself to Chad. As well as letting a blush appear noticeably on my cheeks as I played that entire scene alone with Chad, in my head and realized we both were flirting crazy with each other. It felt surprisingly nice. Also I now felt like a bad-girl due to the fact that Chad and I were skipping half of the lecture in the hall by hanging around the corner, just arguing. Plus I was almost about to smoke a cigarette and all. That's pretty bad-ass right?
No sooner I was walking up the steps to enter to hall, wondering if Chad was behind me. But nonetheless I still entered, getting a few stares at students as I took my seat near the back as all the seats up front were already taken.
My focus settled in now and picked up on what Principle Matthews was saying, and once I heard "Death" he immediately had my full attention. "--Of Connor Franta. He was an honorable student here at Western Villa High, and he will be missed greatly." Principle Matthews paused to wipe sweat off his forehead before clearing his dry throat. At his words, the hall broke out in gasps and whispers, all turning to look at the person next to them in shock. "Settle down" He warned sternly.
Oh no, I stressed. Somehow I felt like I was responsible for Connor's death -- even though I don't even know who the hell he was. My hands started to fiddle nervously with the hem of my shirt, but I remained looking calm.
"Police have been under investigating to the scene and still are in process of who had murdered him. Now, although the crime scene was in our very school, don't feel frightened that it will happen again. I reassure you that we have discussed matters with the school board and they have agreed to have security put into our school, so that they can protect us all. Thank you, that will be all you may be dismissed," He finished with a nod and walked off stage.
"Oh my gosh, can you believe it?" A girl had asked he friend from in front of me.
The other girl's friend shook her head and said, "He was so hot! I can't believe someone had to murder him" Both girls sighed and looked down to their laps.
I touched the first girls shoulder, grabbing her attention when I asked, "Where did he . . . uh, get murdered?" I questioned uncomfortably, knowing that I did know the answer to that already but was just making sure.
Both her and her friend looked shocked at me, before reframing composer and saying, "The janitor found his body Saturday in a classroom."
Yup, that's the person I had found on Friday, after I had that encounter with Chad in the janitors closet. So it definitely wasn't Chad that killed that Connor Franta guy because he was busy . . . Kissing me and arguing over me with my Kieran.
"So, did Principle Matthews mention what classroom it was?" I asked, wanting to know what I have missed in the talk when I wasn't present.
She and her friend shook their heads. "Sorry, no he didn't. Why though?" She asked curiously.
I just smiled at them, getting to my feet. "I was late for this talk so I missed what he said, but thanks for the info girls" I gave them a toothy smile before walking out of the hall, following the other students back to class.
Since Connor's death was still fresh to mind, the rest of the day all we did in classes was just pop quizzes which I hated so much and just talk freely to the teachers about random stuff. I would call today a complete waste if it wasn't for what had happened between Chad and I. At least now I know that Chad still wants me to be his friend, which was good I guess. But I still don't know if he still wishes I wasn't his Flesher. It's not like I can read his mind. That's wishful thinking.
Nevertheless, I took out my phone from my pocket, and while in the middle of class I looked through my inbox to see it still being over populated with text messages from guys and a few girls. I didn't have the time to go through ever last message -- as they're all probably saying the same thing -- so I just choose the top message and replied to it, saying; Hey cutie want to meet up after school?
Not a minute later he replied with a; Hey beautiful, how are u doing? Sure where u wanna meet? ;)
I smiled smugly, quickly replying with a; Meet me on the top floor of building B, classroom 23 ;) Come alone
As I sent that message, two seconds later I got a reply from the guy replying with a huge smiley face. That moment I rolled my eyes and thought, 'Yeah you smiling now but you won't later on buddy'. Though I did not feel the slightest bit sorry for the victims I choose for Chad to feed off of, nor did I feel sorry for the guy getting memory loss because Chad doesn't know how to use his vampire powers and erase the humans mind properly. It kinda was strange when I think about Chad -- a guy -- having to sink his teeth into another male's neck. Gay much? Was what I first thought. But how the way Chad acts around me, or another snotty girl for the matter, he doesn't show any sign that he could be a gay.
An image of Chad being gay, wearing Prada and talking like a girly girl came to mind and I couldn't stop the loud laugh escaping from my mouth. I immediately had to cover my hand over my mouth as more laughter wanted to burst out. This was bad because of the serious situation of sitting in class, while the only other noise in the class was the teacher that was talking up front.
Everyone turned in their seats to look back at me with that expression on their faces that says 'what's she laughing at?'
"Um, don't mind me. Carry on" I said with a dismissive wave, hearing the class chuckle as the teacher angrily frowned at me.
"Care to share why you are disrupting my class?" She questioned, anger lacing her words as she folded her arms over her chest.
I swear that this teacher has never liked me. I rolled my eyes as this was pointless. What? "Am I not aloud to laugh out loud?" I voiced my thoughts without thinking and regretted them as a detention slip was slapped onto my desk in mere seconds. Yup she really dislikes me. There were, "ohhh's" from the class but I paid them no mind as I was pissed off now, only mentally cursing about Chad. His fault I'm getting a detention after school!
I groaned with frustration, dropping my head on my desk with a thud sound.
That reminded me though, that I was supposed to meet up with Text-Guy after school. Well I guess I have to tell Chad to go early so when Text-Guy arrives, Chad can go for the kill.
I spotted Chad not so far from where I was currently hiding. The only reason why I was hiding in a cramped up dark corner was because I didn't want to get noticed by the other twenty guys in the locker room. Unfortunately for me, I had to sneak into here in order to get to Chad because there was no time for me to have to wait for him to get finished dressed in time. Mr. Text-Guy was going to be in building B soon and I wanted Chad to be there first.
As much as I totally wanted to hang around and look at naked butts all day -- note my obvious sarcasm -- I had to be in detention soon, like in five minutes or else I get rewarded another marvelous detention for tomorrow.
My school sucks, I know.
So I watched closely, down the middle lane of lockers, as Chad dropped his duffle bag down on the long metal bench chair, opening it up and grabbing his football clothes out. There was only three other guys in that lane, so it was ganna be hard to get Chad's attention.
Looking at the watch that was right next to me, sitting on top of someone's bag, my eyes widened as I only had four minutes left. So without further time to waste, I poked my head out from the gap to look if anyone would spot me. Luckily the guys weren't walking around now because everyone was getting dressed. So I quickly ran forward and pressed my back against the side of the first locker, then I peaked for a split second to my right side to notice that there was no one in that lane. So I ran super speed down it, and then stopping as a few naked guys in towels walked passed, occupied by talking about hot chicks.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
Then as I ran super speed around the corner to get to another hiding spot, I slammed into someone that was rock hard. I looked up from the naked chest I was staring at, to come face to face with Clayton.
"Hair," Was the unintelligent word that came out first. In all the words in this world, I just had to say that! How embarrassing.
Clayton first looked shocked to find me in the boy's locker rooms, let alone find a girl there, before giving me a really confused look.
"What?" He questioned after noticing I wasn't going to speak because if only he knew how badly I wanted the ground to open up underneath me.
I scratched the side of my head nervously. When I had pictured Clayton in my fantasies, I pictured him to have that bronzed chest with no trace of hair, but just smooth skin under my finger tips. But now its reality and all I'm seeing is hair -- a lot of it. Clayton has man hair over his chest and stomach, not to mention it was a dark black color which was worst. For me, I don't really fancy guys having a hairy chest and all, looking like some hairy baboon. So this was kinda a turn off for me.
So I turned my shocked gaze to the locker behind Clayton and mumbled, "Uhm yeah I got to um . . ." My voice trailed off and murmured, "Shave me chest -- I mean I have to go!" I said the last words more loudly that I meant for it to sound.
I turned on my heels as fast as I could to get away, but then seeing down the passage, a few guys turning the corner. I snapped back to look at Clayton with a pleading look for him to understand that I don't wanna get caught. He understood my eyes, and grabbed my hand. I found myself crammed underneath that bench chair with Clayton standing in front of my face to block the passing guys from seeing me. Once they were out of sight, Clayton gave me a hand which I gladly took and helped me out from underneath.
He chuckled, as I brushed myself off. "Why are you even here, Sasha?" He questioned.
I looked at him. "Because I needed to tell Chad something," Was my response, scanning around if anyone would see me.
He shook his head at me and chuckled again. "And you couldn't wait until he gets on the field?"
I shook my head, knowing the time was ticking. And then, whilst I was gazing around Clayton's body for other people, that everything happened when Clayton had suddenly took a piece of stubborn fringe and slowly put it behind my ear.
I didn't have time to question that sudden move, as Chad's voice ran through my ears. "Come on Clayton. Get a shirt on, let's go, let's go, let's go!" Chad's excited tone told me he was in a good mood, for once.
I peaked around Clayton again, to see Chad playing with a football in his hands and at least dressed. His eyes looked up and found mine staring at him. I realized mine and Clayton's position, where Clayton's hand was still touching my hair.
Chad's happy smile was wiped off his face, replaced with a blank look as his eyes moved from me to Clayton, and then back onto mine.
If only I knew what he was thinking!
"What is this?" He now asked surprisingly calmly, breaking the silence as Clayton moved to look at Chad. But I kinda knew that sooner or later he was going to snap.
Before Clayton could say a word, I quickly said, "I was looking for you and literally bumped into Clayton" I said which was very much true.
Clayton nodded, smiling when I said that I literally bumped into him.
Chad frowned, lips going into a straight line. "Do you expect me to believe that?" He snapped angrily, losing his calm act.
"Look bro, nothing happened here--" Clayton began to explain but got cut short from Chad strongly shoving Clayton up against the lockers, making a huge dent inwards that no human could pull off doing.
"Chad!" I frowned, looking at Chad holding Clayton by the neck.
But he ignored me completely and pressed his hand deeper into Clayton's neck. "Don't give me that shit, bro!" He spat, gaining a few stares at passing football players. "If I ever see your hands on Sasha, I will definitely do more than choke you" He said with venom dripping from each word he spat. "Got it?" But he didn't wait for Clayton's response as he let go of his hold, and swiftly marsh out of the locker rooms, swearing loudly.
Clayton pushed himself away from the locker, looking normal like he wasn't just strangled almost to death by a crazy, over exaggerating cousin that's name is Chad.
"Are you alright?" I asked worriedly, moving slightly towards Clayton, but then remembering Chad's threatening word about having Clayton's hands on me that he would kill Clayton. Well Chad didn't exactly say those words, but I knew he was hinting it. I wasn't going to rise being close to Clayton anytime soon, as Chad would easily kill with his anger. So I took a small step back.
Clayton noticed my movement and sighed. "Chad's just a very anger kind of guy. Don't let him scare you." Was his reply.
I shook my head. "I didn't ask you to explain Chad's behavior, that's for him to explain. I asked you if you were alright. So are you?" I questioned again, not liking that Clayton had ignored my question.
He nodded, giving me a genuine smile that calmed me a little.
"Okay good, sorry about what happened. Didn't know this would happen but I really need to get going. See you around" I bid my goodbyes and swiftly exit out the way Chad had gone.
The long darkish passage led me to the outside field where the entire football team was busy gathering. Luckily for me the couch wasn't here yet so that gave me some minutes to get to Chad.
I spotted him busy throwing footballs at another player, with such force in his throw that the other player soon started dodging the balls and making a dash away before he gets killed at Chad's super vampire strength, making me re-think about approaching him now.
However, my feet had moved me towards Chad and no sooner I was standing behind his tense form, ignoring the whistles from the guys as it was getting drowned by the strong wind blowing. I didn't know what to do or what to say first. There were two things I needed to question, but I was tongue tide, trying to think which one seemed more important to ask at this moment.
"What?!" He suddenly turned and shouted at me.
I jumped as I was startled to say the least. Great, I thought miserably. Now we back to fighting again, just as I thought we were on good terms with each other.
"I--I" I began, stuttering like a fool but then got cut off by Chad.
"Save the excuses! I saw what happened so there's no need for you to repeat yourself to me!" He spat, a look of disgust was on his face as he directed it to me. He turned back around to throw another ball far off onto the wide field, with the ball going over the bleachers on the other side.
"You don't understand I know you saw what happened, but you don't really know-know what happened. There's a difference, Chad" I shot back, folding my arms over my chest and waiting for him to turn back around to face me.
But he just continued throwing balls upon balls, ignoring me like I was just some annoying bee that buzzes a lot around him.
Seeing that he wasn't going to make an effort in speaking again, I spoke instead. "Look, the only reason I was in the locker rooms in the first place was because--"
"--I said; I. Don't. Want. To. Hear. It. Sasha" He had turned around, and was exactly a finger apart from me. Actually, make it a pinky finger away from me, as I leaned a little closer. I couldn't help it; it was like my body had a mind of its own, even in these kinds of tight situations.
I gave a pouted look, looking up into Chad's anger gaze. No sooner had his anger gaze soften a little at my look, but still his classic Chad frown was there as clear as day.
"But I really need to tell you--" I tried insisting, but that got cut short again.
"Fuck, Sasha I don't care so save it!" He yelled in my face again before turning to leave. So I grabbed him by the arm to stop him.
"No!" This time it was I, who had yelled this time. Letting the building frustration out. I couldn't take his stubbornness anymore, I wouldn't take it, and I refuse to take it. So I did the only thing that I thought would get his attention. I pulled him against me and kissed his lips. Well that's what I thought I was kissing, until I pulled back and notice that I kissed his nose.
And then he surprised me when he actually laughed. The blush exploded onto my cheeks as I wanted to literally die right now. Now his gonna think I can't kiss guys -- well I guess I can't after that fail attempt. Never again!
I huffed now as his laughter wasn't planning on dying down anytime soon. "Stop laughing." I complained, shamefully regretting that kiss I thought would get Chad to listen to me. Well it did work in some way I guess . . . But still, never going to use that strategy again!
Finally he stopped, only after noticing I was about to walk away, and quickly say, "Okay-okay . . . I won't laugh at you, I promise" He said, reassuring me but still looking like he desperately wanted to laugh again.
I exhaled an anger breath, but besides the strong angry expression I showed Chad, underneath that facade was a vulnerable, extremely embarrassed girl that wanted to beg Chad to erase that moment from my mind, for good. Nonetheless, I acted as if that fail-kiss-attempt did not bother me the slightest.
"Look, all I wanted to say to you was that there's a human that's waiting for us." I finally got to say what I originally wanted in the beginning. Felling like some weight had lifted off my shoulders.
Those words seemed to sober Chad up immediately, the kiss that happened moment ago was forgotten, and all Chad's attention was on my next words.
"We have to meet him at building B, top floor. So let's go" I began to walk and then when I noticed Chad's footsteps weren't heard, I turned back to look at Chad. "What are you waiting for? Let's go Chad! Text-Guy isn't going to wait there forever! I'm already late" I snapped, lifting my eyebrow at him as he just stood there, in the same spot.
He gave me a look that said, 'but I wanna play some football.'
I sighed, patience running low. "Just think you could have that delicious mouth-watering blood of a human by now. Taste that juicy blood on your tongue, dripping on your lips" I faked a pleasing moaned, taunting Chad's obvious hunger.
To think I was convincing a vampire to suck a human dry. What has this world come to?!
I giggled. Oh I was bad!
"What are you so amused about?" He questioned, his tone sounding dry and in need of some blood to relieve his burning ball.
I shrugged, dismissing it with an impatient wave of a hand. "I'll tell you only when we get there." His eyes narrowed but nonetheless he agreed and offered me his hand. I was confused as to why he wanted me to hold his hand, while we would be walking back to building B.
He noticed my skeptical look and sighed, grabbing my hand and running vampire speed off the field towards building B. We were there in no time, without even getting noticed which a relief that was. We couldn't afford getting followed as well as getting discovered at what Chad's about to do to that human guy.
We reached the top floor and so far the building was deserted. I told Chad that I needed to go into the classroom first so that if Text-Guy was there, he would see me instead of Chad. Though you couldn't miss he's restless behavior. Hope he can get to the feeding quickly so he can relieve his hunger that I'm sure it eating him away inside.
My fingers wrapped around the doorknob, taking a second before I turned it all the way around and push classroom number 23's door wide open.
To my surprise, Text-Guy wasn't there. I looked to the clock on the wall to see that I was only ten minutes late for our meet-up. He couldn't have been THAT impatient, jeesh!
"Hmm, maybe you hurt his ego." Chad's voice suddenly behind me made me jump up at least ten feet off the ground.
I swiftly turned around to face a smirking Chad that I was about to scold. Wait for it . . . "And how would you know?" I snapped angrily instead. The question I really was curious to know.
"Hmm . . ." Was all he said, giving me a look, before walking straight pass me and into the vacant classroom without care, just leaving me angry and frustrated at him. Yeah, what happened to 'I'll wait until you give the signal, Sasha'.
At this point Chad was teasing me, rubbing it in my face that I couldn't even get my human toy to obey my instructions. I was on the verge of irritation that if he said just one more teasing remark about Text-Guy, I would snap. No lie--
"So . . ." Chad started to say inside the silent classroom, pausing and balancing himself steadily on a chair as he rocked back and forth. "Was this just a way to get me alone?" He teased with a huge arrogant smirk on his lips.
I gave Chad dagger looks, yet I couldn't stop the betraying blush to appear on my cheeks. Curse those cheeks! So all I did was keep quiet and scratch angrily on the wooden table, not giving Chad the satisfaction of a reply.
"Aww come on, are you mad at me for teasing you?" Chad cooed, tilting his handsome face to the side, a few hairs falling into his eye, while looking me up and down. Not once, not even twice but three times that he gave me a look over and to be honest, I felt completely naked under his intense gaze. So I shifted on my seat. Feeling uncomfortably nervous all of a sudden, wondering if maybe I was sitting wrongly and maybe looked like I had a hunch-back to Chad. I pray not.
"Wanna try it again?" He suddenly asked randomly, breaking the silence.
That question got my curiosity beaming for me to finally say, "Huh?"
I expected a classic smirk to still be on his lips, yet I found none so that would mean he was being finally serious now. So I felt intimidated at this moment because 'serious' mixed with 'Chad' could only result in something ending miserably bad.
"Would you . . . want to . . . try that kiss with me again?" He asked it slower this time so that his words could register into my brain faster. Call me a slow kind of girl.
My eyes widened. "Chad . . . We're friends" I reminded him, my eyes not meeting his.
"Yeah, I know that. And your point is?" He urged on, not seeing my obvious hint.
I straightened my back whilst my finger nails dug deeper into the table. "We're friends, and friends aren't aloud to, uhm, kiss each other." I replied shyly, hesitating gazing at him and then looking back at my fingers on the desk, as I was getting even more uncomfortable and nervous.
Dammit! Where had that confident Sasha run off too? Please if someone has seen her, could you please send her back to me! I really need her at this moment!
Why can't I just say no like a normal person? As simple as that.
Um, maybe it's the fact that you so want him to kiss you right now!
Damn, your right!
"We can always be kissing friends?" Chad suggested, dropping his chair back onto four legs, getting up and walking towards where I sat. The closer he got, the more I could feel myself wanting him so much.
I shook my dirty thoughts away. "I don't--" I began, but then abruptly stopped mid-sentence as Chad lowered himself towards me, placing both his hands on the arms of my chair. His face mere centimeters away from my own face.
"I know you want to kiss me." He pointed out the obvious, my red cheeks giving away everything. "Come on, Sasha. Show me that kiss you almost gave me" His teasing tone was back again. I knew they couldn't part from one another for too long.
I was beginning to feel overwhelmed with how easily Chad could make my body want his with basically doing nothing. He didn't even have to try really hard to get a reaction out from me. It was like he knew exactly where my weaknesses were and used them constantly, even when he doesn't realize it sometimes.
I tilted my head back so that my lips were in line with his ready and waiting lips. My eyes dared not to look into his eyes just yet, and tease him by looking at his lips instead. I moved forward just as he moved forward. I knew that I was giving into Chad's mocking words but he was kinda throwing in my face when he said that I must show him that kiss I almost gave him, like he was hinting that I didn't know how to kiss or something. Maybe I'm wrong or maybe I'm right . . . We'll see.
Determination was currently running through my body and I was going to show Chad that I can kiss him, just like the other times we had kissed -- or rather made out.
But then something accumulated to me. What if maybe, just maybe, Chad was challenging me by just using that failed-kiss-on-the-nose reason to see if I would kiss him again, even though I had stated that we were just friends? Just to see if I liked kissing him. I mean, lets face it, if you didn't like someone that much you wouldn't be kissing them at all.
So the question was; am I kissing Chad too much for him to notice that I really like kissing his soft, beautiful sculptured lips?
His words rang inside my head again. 'I know you want to kiss me . . . I know you want to kiss me . . . I know you want to kiss me . . . I know you want to kiss me . . . I know you want to kiss me . . . I know you want to kiss me . . . I know you want to kiss me . . .'
What should I do???
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So what SHOULD Sasha do?? What is she going to decide? Will she give into Chad's beautiful sculptured lips? Or would she take her assumptions and walk away from such an opportunity J k And don't forget, why had Clayton suddenly shown Sasha some affection?
Comment what you think ;)