Sorry this took so long peoples

…………………….AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH I’M SSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOO SORRY FOR THE MONTHS AND MONTHS OF WAITING FOR THIS CHAPTER!! AAAAAHAHAHHAAAAA!! I was going to work on it over the summer but I didn’t have the files so I couldn’t!! FORGIVE ME AND ENJOY THIS CHAPPY!!

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I’ve slowed to a walk. The rain has, fortunately, let up. But my tears haven’t. Although now I’m more mad than sad. If it weren’t for the stupid Cleopatra Cat of Chikery, none of this would have happened. Yeah, it’s all the cat’s fault. She’s the one who made me climb up the tree. Then fall. Then look into Mark’s beautiful green eyes…

No. Bad Cameron. Baaaaad. Don’t blame the kitty. Blame Mark. You two had a perfect relationship. You should thank that cat. Let’s see now…think of the good times. That date. Yes, that was great. Dinner. First kiss under the stars. Dancing like maniacs. Getting saved from creeps. Getting drunk. Giving a blowjob. Yeah… a perfect date.

And don’t you dare forget losing your virginity, Cameron. That felt amazing. The mood, the sweat, the moans, the cries… Ah damn it now I’m hard. Okay, how can you fix that? …Think about Sam in a bikini… EEWW OKAY OKAY I’M NOT HARD ANYMORE!! Yikes…never again will I picture that. It’s not that Sam’s ugly or obese; it’s just that…well I’m gay. You know.

I stop and look around. How long have I been walking? Nice job Cam, you got yourself lost. Well it’s not my fault! I’m saying that it is you’re fault. Well I’m saying that it’s YOUR fault! Why are talking to yourself? …I don’t know. Ugh…

The park seems strangely empty today. Everything is moist and humid from the rain. It’s kinda weird. I don’t really think I’ve ever seen the park like this. ….I like it. But how the hell am I gonna find my way home? Wait…what’s that sound? A-a motorcycle?!

I turn around to see and guy in a leather jacket and dirty ripped jeans sitting on his now parked motorcycle. He looks familiar… Hold on… That guy is…!

“Hey cutie,” the man winks. Scar. From the bar! I thought he got arrested? “Cam was it? What are you doing out here all alone?” He gets off of his bike and walks up to me. Now at a time like this I would run. If it wasn’t for the fact of…

“Cameron!” Mark caught up to me. He stops behind us, gasping for air. I can tell he’s been running for a long time. The silver haired teen stands straight again and sees Scar. “You! What the hell are you doing here?!”

Scar smiles. “Turns out we didn’t have to go to jail since we didn’t really do anything to this cute little thing here.” He pulls me close to him. This would be really scary if it weren’t pissing Mark off.

“Stay away from him!” he yells.

“Mark,” I say. I’m fuming mad now. He wants to protect me? Like hell! “Go the fuck away. I’m gonna go with Scar. And you’re not going to say anything about it. Got that you bastard?” Mark stares at me, dumbfounded.

“Oh ho ho!” the black haired man laughs at him. (a/n: for the record, Scar is 21) “Seems like Cam doesn’t want you around. So how about you just leave.” He makes a shooing movement with his hand.

Mark shakes his head. “Cameron, you can’t be serious! Do you know what this guy is like? Don’t you remember what he and his goon tried to do to you?!” I just scoff at him and jump on Scar’s bike.

“Take me far away from him,” I say with a fowl tone. Scar smiles and says a quick “goodbye loser” to Mark and gets on the motorcycle. I hold onto him so that I don’t fall and he starts it and leaves. …I don’t think I made a good decision…

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The wind blowing at us from the speed of the motorcycle forces a tear from my eye to race across my cheek and fly into the air. Yeah, I’m still crying. Not like I was though. It’s just unintentional tears. I don’t care if this hurts Mark, he deserves it and he needs to feel the pain he threw at me.

Suddenly the bike slows to an eventual stop and Scar turns it off, sliding onto the ground. We’ve stopped in pretty much the middle of the forest; nowhere. He turns and offers his hand to me to help me off, as if I were some princess on the back of a horse. I wipe my tears away with the sleeve of my jacket and take the hand gently. As soon as the skin of our fingers touch, Scar grips my hand and yanks me off of the bike, spinning my body around to where my back is pressed against a large tree. That jerk has pinned me.

I look up at him, too weak from my depression to fight. “What…?” Psh, stupid question. I know exactly what he wants. As if reading my mind, Scar doesn’t answer and just smirks and moves his head to the side of mine, caressing my neck with his lips, not quite kissing.

“So…,” he asks silently, holding both my wrists above my head with one hand, the other moving slowly down my chest. “What’s with you and that other guy? You seemed pretty pissed.” His free hand glides along the seam of my pants, but thankfully doesn’t do anything more. I shook my head, showing I didn’t want to answer him. “Oh come on…,” Scar says, taking a nip at my neck. “You can tell me.”

“He really hurt me…,” I answer. “He was cheating on me.” And fuck him for it too. Fuck him with something sharp and sand-papery.

“Sounds like a real bastard.” Scar’s free hand finally begins its decent up my shirt, and that’s where I decide to draw the line. I struggle and move about to make his movement difficult, while attempting to pull my wrists out of his hold. But it’s an effective hold. “Now, now,” he forces my back against the tree like it had been, halting my protests. “What’s wrong? Don’t like me?” The black haired man moves his lips up close to mine, but doesn’t do anything. He simply looks me straight in the eyes, and I read his. Like he’s saying “Nothing you can do will stop me, you’re mine.”

“Let me go…” I’m not trying to be aggressive for forceful. At this point I could really care less. But sleeping with any man that’ll have me is below me. Way below me. I’m not that kind of person. “Don’t touch me.”

“Aww you’re not fun,” Scar mockingly breathes at me. As I suspected, he wasn’t going to stop that easily, and soon I feel my belt buckle being undone. I lift my leg up to kick him where it counts but his own leg stops me. And soon I feel my jeans sliding down.

“STOP!!” I scream, trying to get away for real this time. When all of a sudden, a rock flies past our faces, scratching Scar’s nose. A thin red streak of blood seeps out of his fresh wound and slides down to his cheek. We both turn in the direction the rock had come from, to see…

“Cameron!” Mark standing there, angrier than I’ve ever seen him, tossing another rock and catching it in his hand. Scar stop trying to get my clothes off and scowls at the silver haired teen. “Let go of my boyfriend you sick bastard!” Boyfriend? He has the audacity to call me his boyfriend after what he did?! HE’S the bastard!

I’m released to allow Scar to dodge another oncoming rock. I quickly pull my jeans up all the way and buckle them, running for and hiding behind a tree. Ohh this would be so awesome if it wasn’t between a rapist and a cheating lover…

I have this feeling that they’ll start out by exchanging some harsh words or something like that, but that only happens in movies and T.V. I guess. Immediately Mark rushes at the older man, ready to strike. Scar also rushes at Mark, looking like he’s intent on blowing his head off. Once the two get close together enough, Mark’s leg swings up, thrusting his foot to the side of the other’s head, but Scar’s fast and he easily blocks it with his arm. His next move is to try to throw a punch into his opponent’s stomach. But Mark’s fast too, and he spins his arm around, knocking Scar’s fist away and forcing his arm into the air, going in for a punch of his own.

Scar ducks down out of the way before Mark can make a blow, head butting him into the ground. But mark’s reaction is a quick as his movements and he kicks both of his legs up, hitting Scar’s chest and causing him to fly over and onto his head. The silver haired teen pulls himself up and slams his fist into the black haired man’s belly, causing the air in his lungs to race out. Scar coughs and gasps, clutching his stomach with his arm.

This all happened so fast, I feel as though I had just blinked and now it’s over. Mark’s such an amazing fighter! Wait, no, don’t praise him. You’re mad at him, remember? Stay fuming and heart broken, he deserves no praise. Well…he does for saving you, but for nothing else.

As Scar struggles to get air back into his lungs, Mark turns to me and walks up to me. “Are you alright, Cam?” He holds out his hand to me. For some reason…it’s the most beautiful sight my eyes have ever seen. The light showing through the tree tops glistens off his bright silver hair, his green eyes seeming so deep and mystifying like they had been that night before, when I could have been lost in them forever. It’s like he’s was an angel, saving me from Hell.

I slowly take his hand.

We stay like that for a little bit, feeling the touch of each other, burning into each of our hearts. His skin, so warm and soft. I suddenly get the urge to press against his bare body again. All of my anger, sadness, and hate…it’s like it’s melting away with his heat. Before I know it, Mark has pulled me into a hug, a deep and meaningful embrace that seems as though we’re of one soul. I snuggle my face into his chest, closing my eyes and longing for sleep, right next to him.

Mark’s hand takes my chin and lifts it up, pressing our lips together. I can feel sparks flying and bells ringing. There’s a tingling sensation between our mouths, a sensation that I’ve never felt before. I’ll call it…true love’s kiss.

Hesitantly, I part it and stare into Mark’s eyes again, muttering to him, “No matter what your story is… I forgive you.”

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I FINISHED IT!! AHA…HA…FINALLY!! Well, this isn’t the last chapter, obviously. But still. REVIEW PLEASE, AND FORGIVE ME FOR MAKING YOU WAIT SO LOOONNGG!!