Chapter 4

Chapter 4

A Chapter by Casey Francis

I woke up the next morning ill beyond repair. I had been in the bathroom staring into the toilet bowl most of the morning. I couldn't go to school like this. I'd be spending more time in the bathroom than in class. Dad had convinced mom to let me stay, which wasn't that difficult once she actually saw the state I was in. Once everyone had left for the day I began to slowly fall back asleep.


"Oh Sweetheart!" Marcus burst through the closet door singing his new nickname for me.


I screamed and fell out of my bed. As I sat up I groaned, holding my stomach. "Don't do that! You are such an inconsiderate jerk, you know that?" I shouted at him, feeling my stomach turn with sickness and nerves.


"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you were sick. I didn't mean to-" he stuttered over his apology.


"It's fine, just shut up. My head is throbbing and I feel sick to my stomach again." I began to climb back into bed, slowly, making sure not to cause my insides to turn from fast movement.


Are you alright? Do you need me to get you anything?" Marcus pestered me with questions.


"I'm fine, no need to act like you care anyway." I rolled over, sure that he truly didn't care for me.


"Why are you so set on everyone not caring about you?" He sat on the edge of my bed, shifting his weight.


"Because I'm not exactly important am I? Most people I know see me as something taking up space." Tears began to fill my eyes as I spoke the words I had never actually heard out loud.


"I'm sure that isn't true. I like you. Jen likes you, and so does your family." He continued to pet my hair and console me.


 "Why do you like me?"


"You saved me from being stuck in one position for the rest of eternity." He smiled, remembering the night.


"But, other than that, I haven't done anything to make you like me. If anything, I've been mean to you." I didn't understand how he could be so nice to me when I was cruel.


"Darling, you have given me a place to live. You provide me

with clothes and food. That doesn't seem like cruelty to me," He made me sit up, holding my face in his hands.


I stared back at him, into his light grey eyes. The look in his eyes told me he spoke nothing but the truth. A look flashed across his eyes that I had never seen before, on him, or anyone else for that matter. Before I really recognized what had happened he stood, walking back to the closet and closed the door behind him, not uttering a word. I sat on my bed, perplexed about what had happened. I wanted so desperately to know what that look was. I waged war with myself, trying to decide if I should chase him and ask what it was. My curiosity got the best of e and my logical side finally caved. I stomped up to the closet door and flung it open. "Marcus I want to ask you something." I stood there, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.


"Yes, Alex?" He suddenly stood before me, a certain glow radiating off him that drew me in and made my curious heart beat out of my chest. I had never seen him like this. He looked so beautiful. The light added to his attention grabbing looks.


"I wanted to ask you- um-" I suddenly felt nervous around him, inferior to him.


"Is it distracting you? I can turn it off." He offered, looking a bit embarrassed.


"Oh, no! I just wanted to ask you what that look was that you gave me before you got up and left with a word, that's all." I said it all in one breath, trying to get it out as fast as I possibly could.


He looked at me, seemingly more embarrassed. He rocked back on his heels and rubbed the back of his neck stuttering, "I- uh- well, I just- um- I just had a thought, but then I dismissed it, thinking you wouldn't be pleased if I did what I was thinking." He cleared his throat, finally looking at me.


"Do what, exactly?" He couldn't have wanted to do what I was thinking he was implying. That could possibly be it. I was the last person I thought he would ever-


"Kiss you." His voice stealing my attention away from my thoughts.


"Oh, right. Sorry. Um, I have a report to work on. I should

probably get back to that. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable by asking that, you didn't have to tell me. I know I'm not exactly the kind of girl you would probably normally go for so I understand if you are confused and that probably all it is. You're just grateful I saved you that's all. You just want to show your gratitude for me doing that. I can understand why you don't understand why you would ever kiss me and all and- I'm blabbing aren't I? I'm sorry, I'll go. Goodnight, Marcus." I turned to leave when he grabbed my arm and spun me around.


"It's not that I don't understand why I would kiss someone 'like you,' or because I want to 'show my gratitude. Don't ever think I wouldn't fall for you. The exact opposite has happened. I just don't want to force you into anything. I don't even know if you feel the same towards me." He rested his forehead against mine and let go of my arm, trailing down to my hand. He intertwined his fingers with mine as I looked up at him. Before I could say anything in response to him, he leaned down planting his lips firmly on mine.


I stood on my tip toes to reach him, running my fingers through his brown locks and pulling him into me. He did the same, pressing one hand firmly on the small of my back and the other on the back of my neck. He opened my mouth slightly with his own and I didn't object. He took the invitation and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I pulled away, out of breath. "Promise you'll kiss me like that at midnight?" I smiled at him, my lips brushing against his with every word I spoke.


"Promise." He pulled me in for another kiss, softer and more gentle than the last, making my lips go numb with ecstasy that made its way to my knees, making it difficult to stand. We continued for a long while, the report completely forgotten.



© 2014 Casey Francis


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Casey Francis
Casey Francis

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I'm seventeen. My full name is Cassandra Lynne Francis. I'm really open and sort of awkward, but isn't everyone? I love writing. It's always been a passion of mine. I hope everyone enjoys my work! more..

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