Take It And Run

Wings

A/N: Hey guys, Nova Coleman here. This is mine and Mynx's new compilation of short stories based on songs or pictures or whatever that we will be assigning to each other. Mynx will soon be uploading a new cover, but she wanted me to post first and she's too busy to make a cover right now. Unless there are any technical difficulties, we will be posting the song or photo that goes along with the story above. So, I hope you enjoy this story, and all the ones to come.

 My mother was the most important thing in the world to me. She gave the best advice, and always knew exactly what to say. She told me never to give anyone the satisfaction of hurting me, and I think that was the best peace of advice I had ever received. And the day I lost her was like the equivalent of hell. I spoke no words that day. Silent tears streamed down my face at her funeral. But I stuck to what I had been taught: never let anybody see you at your weakest state. And this was it. But I couldn't hide from people forever, so I chose to avoid being an emotional wreck. I didn't care if they thought that meant I didn't love her enough. It made no difference to me what people thought. I had lost my best friend, and I was going to handle it however I pleased.

But don't get me wrong, it sucked. Believe me. I felt this aching hole in my heart and I wanted to die. There were times when I felt like I had no one, simply because my world was gone. Death could have taken anyone in my life at that moment, but for some reason it chose to take her. And if I ever met Death, I would promise him that his fate would be worse than all of ours combined.

So, as I walked through the hallways of my high school, I tried not to think of my mother. I shoved my bag into my locker, and was greeted by my worst enemy, Chase Lockwood. Chase was the kind of guy that everyone knew not to mess with, but not me. He seemed infatuated with firing insults at me every second of everyday, to see how much I could take. And because of what my mother told me, this was a game I wasn't going to lose.

Chase was sometimes looked at as a bully. He was cruel to some people, but with me, it was looked at more like firing insults back and forth, because I would never break no matter how much he tried.

"I want an apology." Chase demanded suddenly, appearing at my locker.

I paused, turning to look at him. "For what?"

He crossed his arms. "You're very mean to me, you know."

I scoffed. "I wonder who started that."

"Well, surely it wasn't me."

"Of course not."

"So...? Apologize."

"Chase, I'm terribly sorry that you caused me to insult you all the time. And I'm also sorry you were born." I smirked, and turned back to my locker.

"Ouch."

"What can I say?" I shrugged, grinning to myself.

Chase just gazed at me for a while. "What is with you?"

"What do you mean?" I knitted my eyebrows.

"You never cave. Everyone is terrified of me, but not you. You just... never seem to give in." He said, almost longingly.

"That's because I'm better than everyone here."

"Well, there's that too."

"Did you just compliment me?"

"Uh... no. What are you talking about? I didn't say anything." Chase scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." I giggled.

About fourteen thousand five hundred and eight insults later, Chase Lockwood kissed me for the first time. I was taken aback, but I didn't hate it. In fact, I might have liked it.

"How long have you been waiting to do that?" I whispered softly.

"Oh, you know. Since we met." He mumbled, looking at the floor. I looked up at him for a moment, and then pressed my lips to his once more. "Thank god." He muttered, holding me tightly.

"What?" I laughed.

"Don't you think it would have been a little weird if you didn't want this too? I would have ruined everything, and then you would have an advantage over me."

"Can't have that, now can we?" I smirked.

And now, here we are. This is what happens when your mother, your best friend, and favourite person in the world teaches you never to let anyone hurt you. It may hurt at first, but you'll be fine if you don't show it. You're entitled to feel whatever you want, but the second you give someone the satisfaction of hurting is the second they gain power over you. So spread your wings, little butterfly. Everything will be fine.

A/N: So, that would be the first story of this compilation. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Mynx, Winter, "Sometimes memories sneak out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks." I'll see you on your days.