Parker

I am in complete shock, I have no idea what is happening as my stepmother pulls me away from heather. Everything is a complete blur as I am overcome by confusion. "Oh, I was so worried for you Parker." She says as she holds on tightly to my cheeks. 

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" I blurt out, my words are like a knife cutting in between her messy jumbled-up emotions.

"Listen we don't have time, I'll explain everything at home. Get in the car." She says I have no choice but to hop in the car. 

The atmosphere in the car is quiet and somewhat unnerving, it feels like there are so many unsaid words hanging in the air between us, which makes it worse because I barely know who my so-called 'stepmother' actually is.

"Parker," she says, the tone in her voice by saying my name acting as a catalyst to the unnerving feeling. "Who was the girl you were with?"

Heather, I want to say, my beautiful heather, I want to take her in my arms and protect her from the dangers I have faced.

"I asked you a question Parker, who was she?" my stepmother asks again. 

"Heather" I answer. 

"If I ever see you with her again, you'll never see the light of day." She threatens. 

"But why?" 

"Bad blood runs in their family." She says. "You can call me mom by the way." As she gives me a sweet smile and gets off the car as we reached our home.

Heather

I lay in bed thinking about what just happened, the situation replaying in my head over and over again as I try to figure out the cause of it. My mom seemed pretty panicked about it and seemed like she had no intention of hiding her panic whilst the lady with parker seemed scared. I wonder who she was. I reckon it was his stepmother. 

I hear my parents arguing in a hushed tone which is weird since they barely argue. I try to overhear what they're saying and I catch the words 'sick' and 'betrayed' I wonder what that has to do with parker. 

The next day

Parker and I are sitting together during lunch and I can't tell how he is feeling because he is acting quite strange. 

However, I learned two things since yesterday night, his stepmother whose name is Diana has been treating Parker so nicely and so is his stepbrother. His dad is still the same though. 

I examine parker from the other end of the table, from his plump pink lips to his messy brown hair. I wonder how it feels to run my hands through his hair, and how the touch of his lips would feel against my neck. would he be too warm or moist? what does he smell like? How does his skin feel? Am I going crazy?

"What are you staring at?" He asks. This time I'm unable to look into his eyes but I can feel his eyes boring into me. 

"Nothing" I quickly say, trying to hide the shakiness in my voice. 

I see that he opens his mouth to say something but then Oliver approaches our table. "Mind if I join you?" he asks. 

"No thanks we're good." Says Parker in a firm voice. 

"Oh, I wasn't talking to you." Says Oliver, "I am talking to miss Heather here who thinks she's loveable." Then he brings his face closer to me and I can see the texture on his face. I can no longer recognize the boy I grew up with. "You're unloveable Heather, no wonder no one sticks around with you, so you better stay away from my Olivia." 

Oh, so this is about Olivia. I don't know how to feel as a rush of emotions surges through me. Before I know it, I am rushing out of the cafeteria and into the school's parking lot. I bury my head in my arms and just sit there. I hear footsteps approaching me but I don't dare to look up. 

"Hey, it's me." I hear a familiar voice say and I recognize it as Parker's. He had his arms wrapped around my shoulders and I realize I have tears running down my face without realizing it. His blue eyes scan me for a few moments and I start to notice his dark circles as I get lost in his ocean eyes. 

I feel his face getting closer and suddenly his lips are on my cheeks, kissing my tears away. I don't react as I feel his hands buried in my hair. I feel my hands clutching his shirt. 

But I'm enjoying it, and he seems to do too.