"Then we'll give them something to talk about", and with that he smashes his lips onto mine, a million fireworks exploding. 

This kiss feels real, it feels like something out of one of those cliché novels I always disappear into. As much as I don't want to say it. This kiss feels right...

His hand holds my chin and the other trails up my back until its stops at the back of my neck. I try to pull away but the more I try to free myself the tighter his grip becomes. An exasperated sigh leaves my lips giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue inside my mouth, deepening the kiss. 

Ugh...my life. Two kisses from two different guys over a period of two days is making me feel like a whore.  Oh sweet Jesus please save me before I become a slave to lust. 

Okay...maybe I'm overreacting a little too much. 

Just a little though. 

Okay fine...ALOTTE. 

But right now I really need Xavier to stop kissing me or I might die from a lack of oxygen in my system. Xavier pulls away a few seconds later resting his forehead against mine but his grip on my neck remains. 

"You lied", I pant out. 

"Well, you said you wanted to give them something else to talk about", He states flatly and yes he is right, but I was fooled and it hurts. It hurts more then when I accidentally jabbed a sharp pencil in the palm of my hand. 

"You're mean", I pout, thank the heavens it wasn't my first kiss. 

"So how was your third kiss?" He inquires with a smug grin. 

"Third? Its my second", I correct him. 

He chortles throwing his head back in amusement. "Pancake, we were each others first kiss."

~*~

I plop myself flat on my stomach on the soft single bed in my dorm. I was Xavier first kiss, his first kiss. But we probably kissed as kids and I doubt it counts. 

Cause hello, who counts their kisses from when they were snotty little chocolate obsessed brats? Caitlyn kissed a boy when she was three. When she was three fricking years old. I doubt she even remembers that... right now that's not the point. 

'Or maybe he kissed you when you were asleep', my satanic conscience intervenes. 

'No one was talking to you besides I think that is sexual harassment and I don't want to be the next Sleeping Beauty cause her prince got some issues', I retort

'Issues? B, it's not issues its romantic', my conscience corrects me as I huff.

'According to the original tale, Sleeping Beauty was actually assaulted in her sleep by a forty year old king, talk about disgusting. But then Disney came along on it's white horse clad in shining armor and completely changed the entire story only loosely hanging onto the plot.'

'That's not the point here, I have a feeling that he kissed you in your sleep', My conscience giggles in glee. I will giggle in glee when I've successfully plucked out my irritating conscience from my brain and chucked it to the North Pole along with Blaze. 

I kick my feet onto the bed only stopping when someone knocks on the door. I slowly peel myself away from the bed, sulking as I leave behind my comfortable shell of silkiness. "If Xavier fucking Blaze is on the other fucking side, please get lost and  die in a fucking hole filled with scorpions."

After a few seconds of silence a man clears his throat on the other side "Brook dear, it's me your father", Oh shit I messed up. But is he my 'biological' dad or my 'pretend' dad?

"Oh dad", I swing the door open coming face to face with the man who lied to my face for my entire life, concealing my true identity. "What brings you here, my sweet awesome dad?" I ask motioning him to come inside. Translation: The heck do you want with me you liar? 

Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on the dude who fed and clothed me throughout my entire childhood. Raising a child is expensive and raising six? Too expensive, but he did that partially for his own personal gain however not once did he neglect me. 

"Pack your bags, we're going home?" He deadpans and I gape in shock. Excuse me, either I'm hearing things or mermaids are real. 

"But...why? I'm fitting in at school. I've made a ton of friends and I've had loads of fun. I don't ever want to leave", I explain nibbling on my bottom lip hoping all this is just some prank. 

"No questions Brook, Noelle just notified me about the incident that occurred between you and that Blaze fellow. As your father I have every single right to pull you out of school."

I stare at the man seated on the couch, a fire raging havoc inside me. I must say, news travels fast at this school. But a kiss...it was just a kiss. "I just kissed him, what's so wrong about a kiss?" I inquire in astonishment. 

He sighs removing the glasses that rest on the tip of his nose "Noelle also informed me that he had confessed and you rejected him. I'm warning you that boy screams trouble."

"You didn't do anything when Noelle went on a date with him", I retort. I don't know why I'm doing this or why Noelle had to open up her mouth and spew out everything. I'm never going to leave behind my friends and I'm definitely going to leave behind a legacy at this school. I'm not ready to leave I've got so much to do. I want to finish my bucket list. Go on a field trip to some boring old museum to see some half naked statues. Eat Hawaiian pizza in Hawaii with Stella. Go camping and sleep in actual tents not first class cabins. Go to prom with an actual guy and not with the doppelganger cardboard cut out version of Shawn Mendes. I'm not going to abandon everything and leave just because I kissed a guy. 

"I am your father, you will listen to me Brooklyn White", he howls taking long strides towards me. That was a 180 degree attitude change. 

I slowly tilt my head to the side. How long do you think you can fool me? You just want to pull me out because you're afraid Xavier is going to divulge more then you know. "Well you're not."

He arches an eyebrow "excuse me? I helped create you Brooklyn. I am your father and you will accept that because it is a fact."

I sigh in exasperation. I'm sighing way to much these days and it's an extremely terrible sign. "If we're going to talk about facts then..." I thoughtfully poke my cheek. "Well you kidnapped me from my birth parents for your own personal gain: that's a fact. You're a coward: that's a fact. You're afraid that Xavier will tell me everything he knows about our past and that's why you're going to pull me out of school and send me to some boarding school on a remote island in the middle of nowhere before things get out of control: that's a fact", I snap finally losing it. 

I'm tired of playing pretend. I'm tired of being left in the dark. I march towards the door my fingers millimeters from the doorknob when 'my pretend father' slams his hands against the door encasing my body between his and the wall on the other side. 

"I wish I didn't have to do this to my sweet pumpkin", he mumbles pulling out a white cloth and clamping it onto my face. My limbs thrash around but he holds me firm in place. I inhale the chemicals on the cloth and it isn't long before my muscles start to relax, my eyes roll back into my head and the world starts to fade away into a dark void.

AN

Hello awesome people. 

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I did my very best but I'm only thirteen so my writing isn't that great I apologize and English isn't my first language. There will be spelling errors , plot holes and tons of mistakes. If it's not too much please vote and comment. I'd love to hear your honest opinions about my story. 

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Stay awesome, stay safe

Lizzy Morgan