Amara
My words caught up in my throat as I gaped at him in shock. So our feelings for each other are mistakes then?
"W-W-What?"
"It was the only way to shut you up so... I kissed you," he says, shrugging me off like I was nothing.
I shift in my seat and placed the oxygen tank between my legs. "Thank you... I guess."
"It's not like I enjoyed it."
"Excuse me?"
He glances over to me for a split second. "You weren't....accustomed."
"So you kiss me without my consent and now you're judging the way I kiss?" He gets unbelievable as the days go by.
"I didn't force myself on you so stop acting like I did," his voice raises almost the same level as mine.
"I'm not so stop raising your voice," I bark.
"Only if you stop acting like a little bitch," he rolls his eyes in arrogance.
I couldn't believe the words that mindlessly spilled from his mouth.
"Stop the car," I choke out. He looks over to me and shakes his head no.
"Lucien please, stop the car before I run us off the road," I say, fuming.
"You do not get to boss me around in my own damn car so either you spit out what the hell has gotten into you or you sit there and act like the child you are," he barks.
Without thinking about the consequence, I punched him on the shoulder making him accidentally swerve. He yells out and in a flash, he pulls to the side. I unbuckled the seatbelt and got out of the car, stomping away from him in fury.
"You don't get to walk away from me Amara!" he yells but I couldn't care less about him at this point.
I was a good distance away from where we stopped until I felt him snake an arm around my waist and turn me around to face him on the spot.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going Amara?" he yells in discreet.
I tried prying my way out of his grip but he was too strong for me. "Stay the hell away from me!"
He tightens his grip around my waist and I muster up the courage to push him off of me and I brought my hand up to slap him across the face. ."Touch me again and I will break your hand!" I scream. I was surprised at my harsh words but I had enough of his judgemental ass.
He flicks his head over to me and his face softens, his eyes go red from the hard contact.
"What do you want from me Lucien? Am I the charity case you often deny? I am trying...so hard....to be the friend you don't want, because I need a friend too Lucien," I started crying, and I didn't care how I looked.
"Then get another person to tell all your sappy stories to," he spat, not even concerned about my sad state.
"Why are you doing this to me?" my lips quivered as I spoke, "to tell me how desperate I am in making a friend? I'm not doing this for me Lucien. I'm not selfish. This is for you. The lonely boy who puts on this tough act like nothing's wrong in his life when I know that he's a fucking mess. Before you, I would've never pictured myself cussing around and crying over people, but you bring out the worst in me and I hate you for that."
He takes a step forward, his eyes never leaving mines. "Then why try? Huh? If you hate me, why want to be in such a mess you know you can't handle?"
I found myself walking closer to him and I grabbed ahold of the sides of his face. "I want to be in your life. I want you to be in mines. Don't you see? We need each other. We're both broken, despite our differences. We could help each other."
His pretty eyes moved to my pale lips and back to my eyes. "Okay."
I smile. "Okay?"
He nods. "Okay."
I bring my hands down from his face and drop them to my sides. "I shouldn't have punched you," I say honestly.
He shakes his head and smiles. "No I deserved that. I shouldn't have treated you the way I did before."
I glanced over to the car. "So should we head back to campus or continue this mysterious journey?" I ask.
"I didn't put gas in for nothing," he replies. I roll my eyes.
Once seated in the car again, he drives off and plays with the radio a bit. He huffs at the poor choices and pops in a CD, turning up the volume way too high for my comfort. I go to reach for the volume button when he swats my hand away. "No one touches my radio," he says deeply.
"Well I'm not staying in this car if you have to raise the volume up to 50. And what's with the indie rock bands?" I scoff.
He eyes me momentarily before moving a hand to his hair and smooths it down, making me fantasise the little action he just performed. "Um, I highly recommend this genre of music."
"Yeah. Only if I'm looking to go deaf," I say sarcastically. "Your choice of music is terrible."
"Well I am enticed to know about your style of music," he smirks and I bring my gaze to meet his.
"I love Wallows," I simply say. He laughs and I felt myself at ease at the sound of the angel rhythm his vocal cord made.
"Sounds like some kind of whale movie," he teases and I happened to get offended.
"What is wrong with them? They're insanely talented and I'm moved by their lyrics. Just because they're new to the music industry doesn't mean they aren't amazing as Bon Jovi," I say in defense.
"They're okay. I would love if you recommend one of their songs to me another time. Although I've heard that the lead singer.......what's his face?"
"His name is Dylan Minnette and I would like to know the dirt you have on him," I say and sat upright.
Coming to a halt at a red light, he leans closer to me and whispered, "I've heard that he's gay."
I gasped and he cracks up again. "HE IS NOT! YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"
"Okay okay. No need to scream at me," he raises a hand in defense.
"He is not gay. He has a healthy relationship with a beautiful girl. Even though I was strongly disappointed because I had a massive crush on him, butttttt.......I stan their relationship," I boast and lean back into the leather seat of his car. He glances over to me and smiles widely.
"Fancy you having crushes. Tell me, do you have a crush on anyone at the moment?" he asks and I squinted my eyes. "You're curious about my love life."
"Do I complain when you are?" he states and I sigh.
"No one at this moment."
He moves his feet from the brake to the gas and sped his classic along the highway into the suburbs.
"You're telling me....that you......Amara Belle......doesn't have a liking to somebody?" he purses his lips in disbelief.
"Is it illegal?"
He shakes his head. "I imagined you swooning over some fake wannabe knowing that you couldn't get to him because of his shitty personality."
"No shit Sherlock,"I mumble and turned my attention to the green forest trees swiftly passing behind at the speed he was going.
"I-I-It's complicated. I-I-I mean, I'm confused as much as he is and at this point I think about giving up."
"How does he make you feel?" he asks, truly intrigued by my confessions.
I sigh again. "Stressed."
"Must be a handful," he says and I look over to him.
"You have no idea."
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