Chapter 6
I skipped second period to look for Carlisle, but had no luck finding him, it was as though he had vanished into thin air. Frustrated, I stopped by the vending machine to buy myself a drink to cool off and rethink where he could be.
Unfortunately, my drink was stuck inside, and my money had already gone in!
"Curse you technology!" I cried out, sending forceful kicks at the machine, assaulting the machine in broad daylight.
Aside my phone, and my hair drier, everything else about technology sucked ass!.
"That won't work if you're doing it." I heard a voice from behind me say, towering over me.
"I figured as much, but I still have to try right?" I retorted, kicking the machine with my grey knee length boots, raising my skirt too high.
It was after two more kicks, that my head registered the familiar sound of that voice, and who it belonged to.
I let out an unladylike groan, all my frustrations over looking for him returned ten folds. Without wasting a second to think, my hands pulled him down by his sweater, bringing his face to mine.
His hoodie fell off again, revealing his face, and those dark brown eyes that glanced intently at me.
I cleared my throat, intimidated to speak for a second, no one at school had these kinds of looks, and still remained humble about it.
"Do you know how long I've been looking for you? I'll tell you, thirty five minutes! It was almost like you didn't want to be found, and now you just waltz towards the vending machine so casually... Are you just trying to piss me off?"
I know, that an apology and a thank you was what I wanted to say, but for some reason I had the urge to want to scold him.
Normally, I'm a bit brash with the truth, but it's nothing more than a sarcastic statement here and there. It baffled me how I felt so comfortable to scold a complete stranger, as though I was scolding Sophia at home.
I expected Carlisle to get angry at me, and shout back, proving he was as aggressive as the rumours said he was. But instead, he gave me an unexpected reaction.
His thin lips spread out into a dashing smile directed at me, those brown eyes softened as they gazed at me so warmly.
"I would never want to piss you off." He told me, staring at my lips while he spoke.
My chest tied a nervous knot, one so tight I could barely breathe. I felt his hot stare on my face, which made it almost impossible for me to speak.
"You wanted to apologise to me?" He asked, reading my thoughts exactly, reminding me why I was even looking for him in the first place.
I tore away my grip from him and pulled out my petition from the bag I carried about, glad I didn't leave it in my locker.
"First, you need to sign this, then I'll say what I want to." I strictly told him, placing the petition in his hands, resting both my arms on each side of my hip.
He gave me a questioning stare as he looked at the petition, staring at the names and signatures on the list.
"Your name is number..." He cut me off, placing the petition back in my hands.
"I don't feel like signing it." I heard him say, as he pulled his hood over his head, shielding my gaze from his model like face.
"I forgot to tell you, it's a petition, for saving the spring dance this year from being cancelled. The school claims they don't have enough funds to..."
"I know all that, but I still don't want to sign it." He swiftly chipped into the conversation, standing in front of the vending machine, sticking a dollar into it, buying my drink which was stuck inside.
I narrowed my eyes at him, pissed off that he just bought the drink I wanted, but more pissed that he didn't want to sign the petition.
"Why won't you sign it?" I asked in a high pitched tone, blocking his path of escape. Any normal thinking person would want the spring dance to hold this year.
"In case you're only just noticing I'm not a huge fan of school dances and social gatherings. Hence the hoodie I like to keep on." He was definitely a chatty person, with a sarcastic kind of personality, a clear contrast to the antisocial basket case.
"That isn't reason enough to want to stop others from having a good time, or are you sadistic as well?" I retorted, my eyes searching for those eyes he loved to shelter.
"You really are something." He muttered under his breath, loud enough for me to hear him. Then straighten his shirt, standing up straight, highlighting the clear difference in height between us.
"Go home and look up Redlake foundation, then come meet me about signing the petition." I frowned my face at what he said, and how cocky he sounded. He walked past me, headed straight for the library building.
But then stopped in his feet, and pulled out something from his left pocket. It was the can of soda I wanted to buy but got stuck in the stupid vending machine.
Just as I thought he was about to drink it to make me miserable, he tossed it right at me, it was a miracle how I was able to catch it. Though I had to let go of the petition and my favorite pen.
I looked at the drink, realising he had used his own money to buy it for me. "Um...thanks for the..." My eyes averted from the blue canned drink to where he stood, only to see that he had done his infamous disappearing trick again.
But this time, instead of getting frustrated, I felt a bit relieved, as I smiled warmly at my drink. After all, he did say we would meet again, that could only mean he had plans on seeing me again.
"I'll get his signature, tell him I'm sorry and thank him for saving my life. Then I'll repay him for spending a dollar on me, after all that, we can go back to being strangers." I assured myself, corking the can open, pushing it to my plump pink lipstick lips.
"God, yes." I moaned in between kisses, running my fingers through Ace's hair, pulling his face closer to mine, begging him for his tongue.
He had me against a wall in the Janitor's closet after school had let out, giving me a steamy make out session.
Ace took both my hands and pinned them over my head, using just one hand of his, cornering me. A devilish grin spread across his face, as he used his teeth to undo my buttons.
In a minute, my pink lace bra was open in front of him for his pleasure. The needy look in his eyes spelt just how much he wanted me, how much he loved me.
His fingers slipped into my bra, causing a loud moan to escape my lips, as they massaged underneath my left breast, then swiftly switched to the right one.
"These are mine." He declared, bringing his lips to my breasts, sucking on my left nipple, while his right hand fondled with the other, pinching hard enough for my lips to part in a lustful moan.
While he made me feel so good, I didn't realise him use his knee to part my legs, placing his leg in-between mine. His hand moved from my hardened nipple and snaked down to my skirt, about to invade my cave.
A sudden fear washed over me, causing me to tightly squeeze my legs together, preventing him from going any further.
"This again?" He groaned, letting lease of my arms, backing away from my half exposed body.
The look of disappoinment on his face, almost made me to shed tears in front of him. "I'm so...sorry but I just don't feel ready yet." I tried to explain to him, almost choked on my tears.
"Whatever, just get ready and meet me in the car." Ace tossed his shirt over his head, and turned to leave, obviously angry with me for not letting him prove how much he loved me.
This always happened anytime he tried to get closer to me, my stupid resolve to have my first time with someone I truly loved would always stop me.
I knew I loved Ace so much, but why was it, that whenever he got that close, I always pulled away as though being with him is a mistake.
As I lazily fixed my clothes, my mind was convinced that before the spring dance, I would have done the deed with my boyfriend. No matter what, for at the time, I truly believed that I owed him that much.