~Clementine's POV~
"Okay I need my note book, m-"
My train of thought crashed. It was disrupted by warm hands.
"Clem."
"No."
"I want to talk."
"I'd rather not." I pulled my way out of his grasp. I got ready after I had collected my things needed.
What I really needed was to collect my mind.
There's a knock at the door. I open to see David standing.
"Hey." I smile.
"Hey." He replies.
"So, what do you need?"I ask.
"Thought I could walk you to class."
"Aww, are you trying to be an amateur boyfriend?" I snicker.
"Boyfriend?" Ashton interrupts.
Taking back my words was too late, the choice of words chosen were a mistake.
"Um, David, sure. Let me just get my mind together, I-I mean crap, books! Books together!" I correct and do one of those finger points.
He raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I'll be back." I close the door.
"Boyfriend?"
"No." I pull on my vans.
"So he's my replacement? It's official."
"I have to go." I felt my cheeks tinge red. I hurry out the door.
"Anyway." I pull my hair behind my ears.
What I do next is childish. But the child inside was bring in me.
"Beat you down the stairs." I blurt out smiling.
"Clem." He stops me half way.
He grabs me by the waist and pushes me against a wall. I drop my books. I swear this move has happened one too many times.
He cups my face.
"David."
"Am I yours?" He looks at me intensely.
I'm silent.
He loosens his grasp.
"Yes." I pull him back. He gets close, I feel his breath on my neck.
"Good." He whispers sending a chill down my spine.
He pulls away.
"Looks like you dropped this." He picks up my books that had fallen.
"Shut up, I only dropped them because of what you did." I laugh.
"You liked it."
"Okay, if it donates more to your ego, fine."
"You were trembling again."
Darn. Didn't realize I had been doing it, though it isn't a command I can make go on demand.
"As if."
"I could show you again." He chuckles.
I stare at him coldly.
"Message sent, message received." He mumbles.
"I could do it to you." I mutter.
"Sure."
"I could." I readjust my books.
"Too skilled for you."
I throw my books on the ground.
YOU ARE READING
Bittersweet
Teen Fiction|| COMPLETED || I want to be ready for college, but I'll be leaving everything behind. I don't want to forget my mom, my friends, or the memories made. Then again, I want to move on, run away from the heart break following me. I want to be free, I n...
