I didn't care if someone found us making out in the library, just like I couldn't care less that I was only wearing my underwear.
We were in love.
But I was asleep, and when I woke up, I was heartbroken. It was as if we had been together, in real life. I couldn't get him out of my mind, even after weeks of not seeing him. I still remembered the exact shade of his hair, the strange color of his eyes, I just couldn't believe that he was gone. I could hardly believe that we had never been anything.
Mom didn't understand why I was so flirty. She thought it was me rebelling, just because they thought I would have to share my room with my little brother even longer.
They used some money that Mom got from a long lost relative's death and had a third floor built, with four bedrooms and another bathroom. One room for each of us kids already born.
The bedroom downstairs would be a bedroom for the unborn baby, and the nursery would be either another bedroom, if she has another kid again, or turned into a gym for Daddy.
My room had a huge bed, and a large wardrobe and some awesome lighting.
Hollyhock would have a perfect princess bedroom, for when she became a child and left the nursery.
Linden's was incredibly boring and nerdy. He wanted the loft bed specifically because he needed to have enough room for his new desk and his chemistry lab-table-thingy. How booooring!
Thistle went out shopping with us when we were looking for beds, and he pointed to the bunk beds and since we had enough money left from the money Mom got, she decided to get him the beds. She said that if her new baby was a boy, they could probably share the room.
Other than the bunk beds, he had a huge space mural on one wall, and a dress up chest that he would have to share with Hollyhock when she grows up.
Mom was wrong though, about why I was doing it.
I was at the library, sort of working and sort of hoping that Luke would show up when I met Gwydion Hart. I wasn't initially interested in him. He was a jock, and would be perfect for Hannah, but his eyes...they were purple, they reminded my of how strange Luke's eyes were.
So I flirted with him.
I had to go home shortly after I got him to kiss me though. Mom had just come home with baby girl Yarrow. She was really hysterical, because she was supposed to have twins, they found out, but one died in the womb.
While helping Mom cope, I managed to get back to the library. I freaked when I saw him...Baxter. I can't remember his last name, but I don't care. His hair...his skin...from the back, he looked just like Luke. I was so lost in him that I stayed out until late that night.
The next morning was Thistle's birthday. I had to run downstairs in my pajamas because I barely woke up on time. Mom was wearing her maternity dress, she was still pretty depressed about the baby that died. Mom wanted to have one more child, but they said it was dangerous for her to have another.
After his party, I got a text from Hannah. She hadn't finished the project, the one due the next day! I texted her back that I'd meet her at the library, and went to get dressed.
She wasn't there when I got there. I heard someone walking into the room behind me, and was just about to turn around and face them, hoping it was Hannah, when I was grabbed.
"Hey there," Willis said, flirtatiously as he held my hips tightly. His fingers dug into the bones painfully and I tried to pull his hands away.
He spun me around forcefully and pinned me to the wall. I hoped that Hannah would show up in a second, that he'd realize what he had done and would run away.
The entire time his mouth was pushed against mine though, no one showed up. I tried to push him away, but the more I struggled, the more powerful he seemed.
He opened his mouth and licked my lips, then forcing his tongue between my lips until it opened enough. he had put something in my mouth, with his tongue. he caressed my neck until I swallowed, and I felt the pill go down my throat.
As the next few minutes passed, everything started getting fuzzy. I...I could hardly keep my eyes open. My arms, they just refused to work..they couldn't...
I could hardly breathe enough to say a word, but I moaned, tried to moan loudly enough that someone would hear me and catch him. I heard him laugh in response.
Then, I was out.
I remembered a brief second, where I had a lovely(read as horrible) view of his ass
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