B L AAAAAAAAAAAA R G H

[SMOOCHING INTENSIFIES AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER]

I wrote this while I'm stranded at my uni campus, due to the heavy rain. And silly me for not bringing an umbrella along 😑 But then again, there are thunders and lightnings around soooooo I better stay and have my tea time here for a while 😁😂

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I can only look away from Brian. He was only there for me for what, exactly? If he truly loves me, why don't he just proof it? But instead, he could only disappear whenever I needed him the most. At this point, I would rather have Jonathan to be my boyfriend than that freak.

"Evan! Wait!" He calls from behind, as I pick up my backpack and walk away from him, even ignoring the stares my friends are giving me. Clearly, they're quite confused on what is going on, but they do not have to know about this. It really is none of their business to know about my life.

"Evy! Please!"

No, just no, my thoughts running wild. I really don't need someone like him in my life now, after what he did; and I know it sounds rather selfish, but keeping myself away from people is the best way to go. What can I say? I ain't a 'people-person'.

I can only focus on going to my PE Class, which I hate it the most. It's not because I'm a passive person, it's just, there are times when I just don't have the mood to do all those pushups and running around the field for like five rounds. Besides, the other kids would laugh or wonder about the scars and bruises covered all over my body, and if I tell them about how my parents are treating me, probably no one believes.

As I walk into the hallway, I feel a cold hand suddenly grasps mine's, as my arm being yanked behind and spin around, ends up in Brian's long muscular arms as he puts his hands on my waist. My hands are on his chest, as I can only look up to his unusual pale face. My breath hitches as he starts to smile gently down at me, his beautiful baby blue eyes shimmering in the most amazing shade ever.

I am speechless; there's something about that stare he is giving to me. It is full of love, passion, bliss . . . Man, I cannot even describe more about it. If Shakespeare was here, he'd probably teach and straight away giving me the right words to say them out loud.

A part of me feels like sobbing non-stop like a giant bitch I am, while the other part of me feels like screaming my heart out and pulling my hair like a madman---mostly because I really don't know how to react at the moment. But the longer I stare at Brian, the more I feel like bawling my eyes out.

His stupid pretty face, I just can't. And it makes me angry about it . . . For some reasons . . .

His accent, it's too hilarious. And even though it isn't like very Irish deep, I still find it amusing.

And then, his hairstyle, his eyes, his lips . . . No, not the lips!

I just stare up to his rather chapped greyish-pink lips, as I stand on my toes and lean forward to them; giving him the kiss that we had before as I began to demand more from him. And he knows me very well, as he enters his tongue inside my mouth, probing the walls as I taste his rotten egg-like saliva and puts all his weight over my small body---letting him taking over me like he alpha wolf trying to mate with its mate of choice. He pushes me to the wall behind me, his body pressing over mine as I feel the slight bulge rubbing against my smaller one.

"N-No . . . N-Not here . . . " I halt him, as he gives me a very confused look. "N-Not in school. S-Somewhere else, p-please?" I stutter, finally catching my breath after our heated---but also disgusting---kiss, which I guess my friends must've noticed it.

"Uh, w-we're going to class now. So, bye!" Craig waves at me, picking up his bag and drags Tyler and Marcel away from the school's cafeteria. David and Lui just stand by one if the capsized tables, mouths agape and eyes widened like saucers.

"Come on, you two," Brock puts each of his hands on one of their shoulders, digging his fingers in and turns them on their heels, walking away from the scene---following Craig, Tyler, and Marcel from behind. But before he goes, he gives me a wink, knowing what is going on between me and Brian.

I guess he approves of my relationship with the new guy in school?

"You know, we could run away from here . . . " Brian says, pulling away from the kiss. "Us both being lostboys. What do you say?"

"L-lostboys?" I look up at him innocently. "Why?"

"Do you want to run away from this hellish place? And your damned parents?" He cups my chin with one large hand, another hand slowly caresses my dry and bruised cheek. "Be mine, and I'll swear I be a good soulma---I mean, partner, to you."

Being 'lostboys'? But, won't I ever be a homeless person? But then again, I already am homeless; I have been neglected, abused, tortured, being used as a punching bag . . . And the list keeps on going.

"What about them? They'll end up finding out that I'm missing, and beat me to a pulp," I respond, with a sad expression on my face and depressed tone. Even if I try to run away, my dad and Stella would end up finding out that I'm not around the house. It's like, they just want me for a valuable reason---besides being a dummy that's been beaten up till it looks like shit. "Despite all of that, I really do want to go away from my worries . . . "

As I raise my head to look at Brian, he just gives me a loving look, hugging me tightly all of a sudden. "If you really wanna live with me, you have to surrender yourself. Just raise the white flag, Ev. Your scarred and wounded battle is about to end soon . . . "

Upon hearing those words, I quickly grab the colour of his shirt, pulling his face closer to me and plant a kiss on his lips once more. After a while, I stop myself from smooching him for too long, wiping the drooling saliva on the right side of my mouth with the sleeves of my hoodie.

"You want me to surrender?" I ask him, giving an assuring look.

"Yes? I guess?"

"Then, I surrender . . . Make me yours . . . Make me cry so hard, so I can take away all the pain I have . . . "

"What?" The tall Irishman looks a bit nervous after what I've said.

"Brian, just let me be your mate . . . Your little doll . . . Your little Evy . . . "