|Vince and I
Author: love971 PM
Emma is your typical popular girl; blonde hair, blue eyes and a bitch. Vince is your typical emo Freak as they call him . What happens when the two are drawn to each other after a fight between the Freak and the Jock? Most importantly, what happens when they are caught making out. Simple; Emma loses everything. WARNING: shirtless make-out scene inside R&R!Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Humor - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,670 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 09-11-12 - Published: 09-03-12 - id: 3055667
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A/N: Ok guys, before I start anything I just want to give a huge thanks to whatthegreencarrot, for taking the time and effort to go through my chapters and editing ! :D You're awesome.
To anyone else who is reading this; thanks. And now, on with the story!
Chapter Three: Emma
I knelt beside Vince, acting on adrenaline and not exactly knowing what I was doing. All I knew was that he had just gotten the shit beat out of him and no one wanted to help. Josh was completely out of the picture. Someone has to call the nurse, I thought. I carefully peeled back Vince's shirt and carefully pulled it over his head; tossing it over my shoulder. I tried not to gag at the sight of the torn flesh and the bruising at his side.
I didn't know what to do, I was panicking. He had gone unconscious, and I couldn't just leave him there to go get the nurse.
"Think, Emma, think," I whispered to myself.
"Help! Help!" I shouted. But no one was there. Not even the lunch ladies. They had closed the canteen minutes before the fight. "Come on Emma... what do they do in movies?" I looked down at him. His eyes were closed, his jaw slightly open and then I saw his lips.
"Of course." I mentally slapped myself for not figuring it out sooner. I leaned in closer to him. Titled his head upwards and plugged his nose. Just as I was about to place my lips on his he started coughing.
"Oh my god," I yelled, clearly surprised that he was alive. He started coughing more loudly, sucking air into his lungs. He groaned as he tried to get up, but I found myself putting a hand on his chest and saying "Wow wow, dude, you just collapsed, take it easy." Did I just... call him dude? His chest was warm, heat radiating off it.
"Emma?" He groaned, clearly not quite responsive.
"Yeah...?" I managed, not knowing what to say.
"Where's my shirt?" That was when I realized my hand was still on his chest. I quickly pulled it back, as if something had just bit me. I grabbed his black shirt and gave it to him. I helped him prop himself on one of the legs of a table in the cafeteria. His back against the cool metal. He started coughing again, and this time blood poured out of his mouth. Well, maybe not poured, but it was enough to freak me out. I watched the slimy, crimson liquid run through his fingers. It sickened me.
"I'm gonna puke." I said. Sure that I was turning green.
"Go away Emma." His tone was cold. Unmistakeably full of hatred, disgusted almost.
"What?" I asked confused.
He looked down, exhaled and then looked up again. "Just go away," his eyes were piercing mine.
"Fine." I said, getting up from my crouching position on the floor of the cafeteria. I started walking. My heels slapping on the floor. I was about
"That's what I thought you'd do." He said under his breath. "You're just a self-centered bitch." He spat the last word at me. I couldn't pretend that the words he snapped didn't hurt, because they did. The word bitch- commonly used by others to describe me, usually had no effect on me, I would brush the comment off with a simple shrug. But this time, when he said it, for some reason it hit home.
I turned on my heel and faced him. My face, a mask of anger. "What do you want me to do Vincent?" yup, I used his full name. As if he was a bad kid getting in trouble by his mom. "You've made it clear that you don't want my help, even though I was the only one to stay after you got your ass kicked." My voice stayed reasonably calm but inside I was boiling with anger.
I crouched down to his level, since he was still leaning on the leg of a table for support. "Just... go away Emma." He said, staring intently at me. I stood up. "Do you know what your problem is, Vince? We already know mine, that I'm a bitch or whatever. But we already knew that. But, you, you're harder to figure out. You sit hunched over and stare... with those, those eyes. They're as black as your soul, Vince. And what do you do when you just stare at people? Murder them in your head? Come up with major war plans?" I took a breath. He stared into my eyes without even blinking.
"Your problem, Vince is that you're just what everyone says you are; some depressed teen-ager with a passionate hate for everyone," he just nodded. "That's your problem." He stood up,-somewhat painfully, I might add.
"Is that what I truly am? Emma?" His eyes trained on mine. His dark beautiful orbs, staring intently into my gentle blue eyes. "Is that what you truly see, Emma?" I found myself so lost in his eyes that I barely expected what happened next. His face came closer and closer to mine, inches, centimeters ...millimeters. I felt his warm finger tips stroking my jaw and then pushing a lose strand of hair behind my ear. The softest of lips brushed mine, and then pressed in a way that made me want more.
Automatically my hand reached for behind his neck. I stroked the long black locks of hair as his tongue and mine danced. I found myself wanting more. My hand grew a mind of its own and started to stroke his stomach, where there were well defined abs. He pulled away for a second. My eyes instantly got larger. I rubbed my lips together, unsure of what to say or do. What the hell just happened? I thought. Should I just walk away and blame it on hormones? But as those questions were running through my mind he said, "You know what your problem is, Emma?"
I prepared for a comment about being easy or a slut or a whore, but I would have never guessed he would ever say "You're just too damn sexy." He gave me a wicked grin and pulled me closer to him by my thighs. A rush of warmth ran through me as he did so and I could tell that I was blushing heavily, my face probably the same colour as a tomato. I smiled and leaned in to kiss him again, not knowing why I was kissing possibly the creepiest guy in our school, who happened to have his shirt off, exposing just how yummy and attractive.
I kissed him and then said, "Do you know what your problem is, Vince?" I kissed him again, teasingly, ever so slightly brushing lips with him. "You have to stop wearing t-shirts and expose those muscles." That must have gotten him aroused or something, because in a matter of seconds he had me pinned against the wall and was crushing his lips into mine. I clasped my arms around his neck and enjoyed every one of the kisses he was placing on the sensitive skin of my neck. I giggled and he pulled me closer to him. I felt one hand creep up my shirt and tickle my belly, while the other was busy tracing circles in my thighs. He resumed to sticking his tongue in my mouth as his hand slipped under my bra and...
"Oh my God! Emma?" A familiar female voice shrieked. Amber. The fastest gossiper in the school. I only saw a flash of her hair and shocked face before she took off running into the hall, spreading the news and ruining my life.
A/N: Sorry to leave you with this cliff hanger... guess you'll have to read to find out what happens next! :O
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