You know that girl, that girl who thought pretending to faint would be as easy as it looks in the movies, remember her? Well, that girl is me, and I am pretty damn good at getting myself into terrible situations. This, being one of many.

Firstly, through my panic, I never once considered the fall actually hurting. Or that the floor was freaking stone. Pretending to faint whilst watching Twilight onto my bed is one thing, pretending the faint in the middle of a pet store to prevent your teacher from chasing after your idiotic kinda-friend who stole a bunny, is one hundred percent another.

My butt hit the floor first, causing my legs to jerk out and hands automatically go behind me head. Then, realising I was meant to be fainting, I pulled them away quickly so that they twisted awkwardly at my sides. Right at this moment I look like a spastic fish. Vector would be proud.

Secondly, my eyes were wide open at what I had just done, therefore I quickly snap them closed. Not only was this whole situation stupid, embarrassing and painful, it was also extremely unbelievable.

"Tegan, what are you doing?" Mr King asks, his voice making me groan inwardly.
"Fainting." I reply, then quickly slam my mouth shut. Who the hell speaks when they faint? Me, apparently.

"Tegan, get up." Mr King says impatiently. "I'm calling your mother."
Now I sit up, getting a head rush as I do. "No, sir, please! Hear me ou-"
I was cut off by the sound of my phone ringing.

Smiling sheepishly, I put on finger up as I dig into my back pocket. "One moment." I look down to see no caller id. Usually I'd just ignore it thinking it to be a cold call or wrong number (sometimes admittedly even a serial killer), but I could really do with the excuse.

Procrastination is what I do best.

"Hello...?"
"Tegan Blair?" A loud voice yells down the phone in such an obnoxious voice I was certain Mr King heard.

"Yeah, who is this?"
"The mail man. I'm afraid your house is on fire."

Slowly, I begin to recognise the voice. Now very aware of the current situation, I shift my eyes to Mr King who is patiently waiting with a puzzled look on his face.

Clearing my throat I say, "Is it serious?"
"Most defiantly. Lives could potentially be at risk."
"Idiot boys which names sound a lot like freakin by any chance?" I can't help but say.
"I'm afraid not."

I sigh. "Shame, really. " I turn to Mr King, swallowing the lump which has formed in my throat. Now, I could be the smart person who gets on their hands and knees and begs not to be sent to jail. Or, I could make yet another risky and stupid decision.

I think we all know which I'm gonna choose.

"Sorry, sir." I say in my most shocked voice I could muster. It wasn't that bad, considering drama is like my 'thing', however I think I might really have hit my head on the way down and feel a little dizzy. The whole situation in general is making me feel delirious. Therefore it wasn't my best. "I think...oh god my house is on fire!" I jump to my feet, almost tripping over one of the stuffed dog toys as I do.

Mr King steps back, startled by my sudden outburst. "Your house is what?" He yells, obviously not sure what to do with a teenage girl on the verge of tears.

"No time for explanations!" I hell whilst running out of the store. "See you in form, I guess!"
"Tegan!" Mr King calls after me. "Tegan Blair, get here this instant otherwise you have a detention. "Tegan!"

What I say next is so shocking even my eyes are widen. So desperate and quite frankly annoyed to be in this situation to begin with when I really did nothing, I let my tongue get the better of me. "Sorry sir, but I'm pretty sure you cannot give out detentions when not in school times or on school grounds. Too bad, I guess. Suppose you shouldn't have been so eager for me to join that writing competition. Karma is a bitch."

With that, I run faster until I'm out of the shop and into the cool autumn weather. The adrenaline that had pumped through my veins slowly subsides and I stop behind the corner of the building, putting my hands on my knees as I take gasping breaths.
I am so dead.
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I return home pretty late. After finding Kieran's car in the parking slot I'd left it in, I drove around for a little while. And yes I'm underage, and yes it is highly illegal. However Kieran has given me so many lessons that I knew to stay in the streets and to drive slow but not too slow. It was yet another thing mum would surely kill me for.

I have no idea where Brecken disappeared off to. Maybe him and the bunny went and lived in the wilderness. I couldn't say I cared much.

Knowing I really shouldn't stay out much longer, and that I've had enough of committing crimes for one night, I pull up into the drive behind mums car.
When I step into the house, the porch light is off. Maybe that meant mum was already asleep.

Wrong.

I literally scream as loud as I possibly can when I walk into the living room to find my mum sitting on the couch, staring directly at me.

"Be quiet, Molly's asleep!" She hisses. "You have some explaining to do, Tegan Lynn."

Oh god, when mum used my middle name it never meant anything good. It was a sort of signal to run. Run fast and don't look back.

"I'm sorry, mum." I say quickly. "Brecken wanted to take me out to get inspiration for the short story we are writing. We brought Kieran's car and I had to drive it back myself, meaning I had to go really slow and keep to the street roads."

Mum was silent.

"So...that is why I'm so late." I finish slowly. "Sorry again, mum."
To my utter astonishment, mum began to smile. "Brecken is a good kid. I'm just glad it was him you were out with and not some other boy. You're let off this once, young lady. But don't think there will be a second time."

I let out a relieved laugh. "Yes, yes of course! Thank you mum." I give her a kiss on the cheek before turning to the stairs. "Night!"
"Night, babe. See you in the morning."
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I make it to my bedroom and quite literally collapse on the bed. Being a criminal was tiering. The only thing that got me standing was the thought of a nice hot shower.

Peeling myself from the bed, I grab a towel hanging from the back of my door and pull out a pair of my favourite pyjamas. As I walk out into the hallway, I hum softly to myself. Stopping when I past Molly's door that was slightly ajar.

I peek inside to see my little sister with her cheek rested on the back of her hand, breathing softly, her nose twitching. I can't resist going inside. I bend down onto one knee and kiss the top of her soft forehead, stroking back some of her hair. She stirs slightly and I quickly coo her back to her dreams. I remember the day she was brought home from the hospital. I had been eleven and so excited to have a little sister, what with Kieran being so unbearably annoying. She had been so tiny, wrapped in a soft white blanket. I remember thinking her nose was so small and asking my mum how it would fit on her face when she was older. It was one of my favourite memories.
I silently leave her room and walk off to the shower.

After spending a good ten minutes under the water and washing my hair and body, I step out and change into my pyjamas, letting my hair hang wet down my back.

I go to my room, a scream erupting from my chest. It never managed to get out as Brecken quickly covered my mouth with his hand.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He sounds breathless. I was breathless. He looks even more attractive than usual. His hair not styled like usual, but hanging loose and free in slight curls. His silver eyes are like moonlight in the little light and his skin seems darker. I could see the hard muscle of his chest beneath his shirt which is pressed up against mine in his hurry to silence me before waking the whole house up.

Realising I was staring, I quickly look back up and glare at him, he takes his hand away.
"I came to apologise for earlier. I-it was a dick move, I know. I just thought you'd, uh, want to do something fun? I don't know. I just wanted the story to be...real." He rubbed the back of his neck when he spoke. I recognised that as him being nervous from living with Kieran all my life.

Shocker I'm still sane, right?

"When I write, I like to write form experience. It's hard to explain." He continues, rambling slightly.

"You write a lot?" I ask, thinking back to his note book filled with different words and diagrams.

Brecken nods after a moment. "I started when my parents divorced. I mean, I wrote before that, but nothing serious. Nothing that mattered, at least not to me."

"Why then?" I find myself asking.
Brecken moves backwards so he is sat on his bed. I close my bedroom door behind me and lean against it, for some reason needing as much distance between us as possible. My heart is thrumming in my chest.

"It was a hard time. My dad had met another woman in Spain, claimed she could give him things my mum couldn't. It was just hard. No longer did Tyler and I have a father we could rely on, let alone trust. After the way he treated my mum, I refused to speak to him. Tyler still did, but he wasn't even fifteen yet."

"That's terrible." I say after a moment.
"Yeah, what's worse is that he proposed to the woman the minute my mum agreed to divorce. He planned on moving out to Spain the minute the papers were signed and it was official, but it can take months, years. My dad didn't have enough money to buy his own place in the meantime, and my mum found it in her to let him stay despite all he did. That was the hardest part. Hearing them fighting all night and all day. At firsts they tried to pretend they weren't beginning to hate one another, but after the first few months they realised there was no point. It effected me. I began to act out at my school in Liverpool. Always getting into trouble and hanging out with the bad kids. My teachers noticed the change in me and recommended I go speak with the schools Counsellor. She told me that I just needed to find a way of escape. She suggested I begin writing down things in my life, like a sort of diary. I did that for a few weeks, and I found it actually helped quite a bit. No longer was I focused on the negatives of my life, but the positives. However, then things got bad again. My dad began drinking and verbally abused my mum. It went on for a long time before he actually hit her. That was the last straw. I made it known that he wasn't wanted and my grandparents and I helped my mum plan to move up here go London. My dad moved to Madrid as planned. Whether he married the slut or not I'm not sure, or care quite frankly."

I couldn't believe was I was hearing. What do I say? How do I react? I'd only ever heard stories like that on soap operas. And I highly doubt saying his life was a soap opera was the best way to go.

Slowly, I unhinge myself from my place from the door and walk over to him until I'm stood right in front of him. I do nothing but stare into his eyes which are so raw with emotion, with vulnerability that they seem to shine.

'"It takes great inspiration to create great literature.'" I say with a small smile, then I'm kissing him.

Wait what?!

It all happened very fast. One moment I'm talking to him, the next he is reaching up at the exact same time I'm reaching down. Our faces slam together painfully and it's awkward at first. Then Brecken takes charge. I, having never kissed before, gasp when he gently tugs my waist down so I'm closer to him, almost on my knees so we are face level. This allows him to stick his tongue into my mouth. This knew intrusion is both strange and pleasant. I mean, I've seen very many movies of this before, but never thought it could be so good.

Finally unfreezing, I bring my hands to his head and tangle my fingers in the hair I hadn't realised I'd been yearning to touch for so long. It was as soft as it looked and slightly damp at the tips, probably from where he'd showered. At the same time, Brecken made circles with his thumbs on my back, leaving tingles where he touched.

When we pulled apart, we were both breathing heavily, our eyes meeting, his lips just as swollen as mine.
"Wow." I breath, not knowing what else to say.
Brecken nods, blinking a few times. "Yeah, wow."