Forbidden

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ that was you ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

third person-

he asked her why she was a that school and where she was from, stuff like that. "well in my original, neighbourhood, in la of course, i think when i was around 15 -16 it was like, my so called rebellious era, i was tired of the ballrooms, dresses and i don't know" aliece shrugged.

"i get that, so what'd you do?"

"i, for one, changed my style, which maddened them more than i thought it would, well, graffiti, I had a, boyfriend, abusive as shit but i stayed with him just to go against my parents, id do anything to not listen to them actually" aliece slightly chuckled. "I remember having a purple eye, i looked swaggy with it though"

"oh...that sucks"

"but what pushed them over the edge was my, near addiction to pills or whatever, they swore i lived on the edge, i did but, they rlly got tired and next minute,boarding school" she faked a smile as she sighed.

"So this is what they call rehab ?" aiden questioned, slightly pissed at what her parents did.

"I mean it wasnt a bad addiction, it was in the starting stage, but how about you?" He questioned.

"Im not living up to the Baker name, its not even a fancy last name," he rolled his eyes.

"Im supposed to work but im 18 i gotta livee, drink, party, do shit" "its too early for that" he whined.

"I get that" Aliece faintly said, playing with the boys hair.

"Im always at some luncheon,tired of it, always in a suit, also tired of it, always forced to read news papers, who even does that anymore"he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"really, its so annoying"Aliece added.

"do you have a dog?" he asked.

"no but i wanted one, my parents gave it away when i was 14, i loved blaze" the black haired girl sighed, a sad expression on her face.

"what kind of dog you like?" i asked.

"blaze was a french but i kind of want those poodle looking ones" she slightly smiled.

"oh me too, the little black ones, they're adorable, i had a doberman, my parents who are scared of literal flys love this mafia look" he rolled his eyes again.

"eh, do you eat pineapples on pizza?" Aliece asked sternly.

"Aliece, no, if you do, I'm telling the pilot to drop us to Alcatraz" he sternly replied, shotting me a look.

"of course i don't, they DONT belong on pizza" Aliece stated."do you like white chocolate though?" Aliece asked.

"as much as i love my white girls, no"

Aliece gasped, "its the same thing!" she yelled.

the boy got up and faced her, "no its not, chocolate is different?!" the two playfully yelled at each other.

"yeah but at the same time, you can do more with white chocolate!"

"nononono, listen listen, dark chocolate, is superior""get that right before i slam some sense into you liecey" the boy cockily said. leaving aliece shocked, stopping her argument and leaving her pointy finger in his face.

"does your little man happen to be named sense?" the girl, joked, unfreezing herself.

"i mean, if you want it to, its yours, name it" he yet again, killed her with his, untrue "humour".

"your dead serious again, arent you?" she said squinting her eyes at him, again bringing out the pointy finger. "No matter how "slick" you think you are, you're still wrong, white chocolate is good, so is dark chocolate," she rolled her eyes, not having aidens flirtatious behaviour.

"whatever you say" he sighed.

"you're wrong" she added, crossing her arms and cross eying the boy.

"i said okayy" he replied, again, knowing the girl really wanted to fight.

alieces pov-

"and you're not getting in my pants" i again said, in the same tone.

i really knew i wanted him to, but i won't admit that, i had to put up a fight.

does he think, I'm easy, and that he could just snea me out of prison, take me on a private jet, that i already have,touch my thigh, and play prince charming, talk to me make him think he's interested and get in my pants and then i never hear from him again?

"i didn't, exactly, bring you here for that aliece, just so you know that..." he said to me, trying to reassure me. with everything he said, him trying to do that to me is already stuck in my head, and i just, don't trust- anyone, i just don't.

"then what..." i said looking at the boy.

"i don't know....-"

"yeah, you don't, neither do i,"

"i hate admitting shit aliece, don't do this to me, " "it really wasn't to do shit, you're cool"

"but you don't know me...you don't" "you never acknowledged me before, "

"so? do you remember that time at the lecture hall, last week?" he asked.

"when you and your friends were being dicks, yeah?"

"there was this thing, last month where you were like, at some school event that i was forced to go to, i saw you, the same girl, i saw last year, getting dragged into this school. there were literal tears in your eyes," the boy ranted.i chuckled, remembering that day.

third person.-

"and i remember thinking, another prisoner for this jail,i don't know if you remember but, i was also one of the person who asked if you needed guidance, but this girl, who refused to take her airpods out of her ear, continued walking, my first time being rejected, you humbled my ass. when i went back over to my same friends, they were laughing at me, i was,again, humbled,"the boy chuckled.

"that was you?!"

"yeah,  i really thought you hated me, so i stayed out of your way for the rest of the year, when my friends saw you at the lecture again, they were teasing me 'your girlfriend's waiting', I'm not saying I've been talking you, but I've always been intrigued by you" he smiled at her.

the girl's cheeks tinted red before she blocked it with her sleeve, "stop itt" the girl smiled showing her tooth gems.

"you walk around with thousands in your mouth, damn,"

"shut up because you know you do too," he smiled showing his tooth gem.

"my parents almost killed me for them" we both said at the same time.

"do you have any tats?" he asked.

"in places i cant show you, yet, hell yeah" she joked, "i have a butterfly on my arm though" she rolled up her sleeve.

"that's sick but hey," aiden rolled up his shirt. the girl gasped, "nahhh, that's dope, and what your parents say?"

"eh hem, you disgrace aiden Alabama louise baker, you disgrace, if you get one more of this devil ink i swear i will kill you" he immated his mothers voice. "and guess what i did?

"got more tattoos?"

"right on the money"he smiled.