“oh, isn't he just so hot?” Cassia asked me as we stood by our lockers, she was looking at the oh-so wonderful Jason Robertson, he was the most popular boy in our year, everyone liked him and he had all the girls, even the ones in other years, wrapped around his little finger, he was captain of the football team and he was armed with his charm and good-looks. Of course everyone fancied him, I mean why wouldn't they, he was incredibly good looking. I, however, knew him better than that, I knew that underneath the dirty blonde hair and the emerald green eyes, he was just a jerk...
“Pixie?...are you even listening to me?” Cassia rudely interrupted my thoughts “look I know you don't like him and all but the least you could do is listen when I'm talking to you, is that really too much to ask?”
“I'm sorry Cas, I was in a world of my own” I replied, knowing she would be upset, Cassia was the type of person who always got what she wanted, her parents were filthy rich and she had learned that she could get anything she wanted whenever she wanted it, but that didn't make her a bad friend, she was always there for me, and I knew that after about two minutes she would forget I wasn't listening to her and be telling me all the gossip of today.
“Your always in a world of your own Pixie Bleak, c'mon were gonna be late for maths and Mr. Johnson hates me already” Cassia continued, walking down the hall, she didn't even to turn to see if I'd be following, of course I would, she was my best friend.
As we filed into maths Cassia told me about how a year 7 had fallen over in assembly infront of the whole year, how a year 10 had been arrested for selling drugs to one of the year 8's and how there was a new boy in our year who was apparently not only cute, but very mysterious. I knew the new boy wouldn't be anything special, he would either be a geek or a player. Cassia headed straight for the back, and I followed, we sat in the same sort of place for all of our classes, as far towards the back as we could get and away from any losers.
“Good morning class, I trust you have all finished your algebra assignments?” Mr. Johnson called out as he entered the class room. He looked around at all the students shocked faces, none of them would have finished it, except me.
“shit” cassia whispered into my ear “I forgot” This was just like Cassia, she never did her homework on time, forgot to revise for tests and was always getting into trouble, just then the door opened and a tall boy wearing a grey beanie hat with green stripes on it walked into our maths class.
“oh” cassia said, a little louder than a whisper, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear “he must be the new boy, he's kind of cute” I took a moment to look at him, he was standing in the corner of the class room, and by now everyone was looking at him, underneath his beanie hat were thick dark-brown curls, they were messy, like he hadn't used a brush in a while, but it suited him, he was wearing a bright green jacket over his school uniform and black jeans instead of the regulation black trousers. I hadn't been looking at his face, but as I did I realized that he was staring right at me, his eyes were big and chocolate brown and they were looking right at me, his eyelashes were coal black and his skin was pale. His lips were a rosy pink and they formed a perfect smile as he realized I was staring back.
“Ah, how nice of you to join us” Mr. Johnson said in a mocking tone “Would you care to take a seat?”
the boy looked around, without saying anything and walked smoothly over to the empty seat beside me.
“Hi” Cassia said, leaning over me to get a better view of the mysterious boy sitting next to me “I'm Cassia, nice to meet you” she held out her hand for him to shake, but he just looked at it so she pulled it back.
“Um hi” the boy said, his voice sounded perfect, it was smooth in my ear “I'm Divan, and you are?” he was looking at me now, ignoring Cassia altogether, and I could sense she wasn't happy about it.
“Me?” I replied.
“your who I asked aren't you?” he told me in his ever-so perfect voice.
“My name is Pixie, Pixie Bleak” I said nervously.
“well, that's a very, unusual name, I've never met someone named after a fairy before”. He said, smiling.
“A pixie isn't a fairy, and besides, your name is Divan, that's strange too” I told him, he may have been cute but I was always very defensive about my name, my parents had a strange way of doing things, they liked to be original and creative, and my name was only one of their 'inventive' ideas. They had named me Pixie because I was a very small baby, and they thought I looked like 'a little pixie', my older sister, Autumn, had gotten her name because when she was born (in autumn) the hospital was covered in orange and brown leaves, and my younger brother, Friday, had been born (yeah you guessed it) on a Friday.
“well you have a point there, I suppose” he told me, and then he smiled at me before turning his head down towards his work and started solving algebra equations, after that he didn't say another word all lesson, and Cassia decided that she hated him, as he was 'rude and ignorant'. I didn't hate him though, he was strange, I suppose, but that just made me want to know him more.
After maths me and Cassia went to our lockers again, this was our usual meeting place, even though we had most of our lessons together.
“God” Cassia told me, sounding rather annoyed “that Divan boy is just such a freak, I mean all he said to me all lesson was 'hi', how rude is that?”
“very” I told her, not wanting to get into an argument, as I didn't tend to win many arguments with Cassia, she was very persuasive.
“I know, I mean he could have least asked me how I was or something couldn't he” she told me, she was obviously pleased that I agreed with her, even though I wasn't sure that I did. “anyway enough about him let's go get something to eat.”
“yeah” I agreed “I'm starving” and with that we made our way towards the cafeteria.
Once we were inside the cafeteria, and waiting in line to get our food, I looked around to see if I could see Divan. But I couldn't, maybe he doesn't buy food in school, maybe he goes home to eat?
On my way home from school I couldn't help thinking about Divan, he was so cute, and smart, and he was different to any other boy I had ever met, did he like me? Why wasn't he in the cafeteria? How was he so smart?
As I entered my house I could smell pizza and chips, I walked into the kitchen, and sure enough there was my mum, cooking her special, homemade pizza.
“hello darling, good day at school?” she asked me as soon as she realized I was there.
“yeah It was alright” I replied, I didn't dare tell her about Divan.
“Ah, that's good, food may be a while, so you can go out if you want” she told me before turning around and returning to her cooking, so I decided to go to my favorite place in the world, my den. My den wasn't really much of a den, I had built it in the woodland behind my house when I was 5, It wasn't very private, because anyone could go into the woods, but I loved it all the same. The den consisted of a few planks of wood I had laid carefully on the floor, up against a large rock, that I could lean on, and a hole in the floor, which I had lined with a bin bag, and placed a large flat rock over, in which I kept a blanket, a pencil and my note pad.
When I was down in the woods, I carefully lifted the stone and took the items out of the bin bag, I wrapped myself in the blanket, and sat on the wooden boards, leaning against the rock and began to draw in my notebook. Then I heard a noise, it sounded like somebody stepping on a twig, then another, then another, whatever it was it was getting closer and closer to me, and then out of nowhere he appeared, a human shape in the middle of the woods, I was scared, I was alone in the woods, far away from anyone with a strange man, I was just about to get up and run for my life when he said “hello Pixie” this just scared me even more, how did this person know my name? Then he took a step closer and I could start to make out the brown tangled hair, the beanie hat and the perfect smile.
“divan?” I asked, my voice a little croaky “is that you?”
“yes, it's me”he replied in his smooth voice.
“God, you scared the life out of me” I replied, still a little shaken.
“I'm sorry” he told me “I didn't realize anyone else was down here. Then he just looked at me for a while, then at my den, then at me again. “wow, this is quite a cool place you've got here, did you make it yourself?” he asked me. Then he took a couple of steps closer to me.
“yeah, when I was little” I told him.
“well” he said “It's very nice, do you mind if I sit down?”
“no” I told him, moving over so there was space on the planks “go ahead”
He walked over and took a seat next to me “can I see your drawings?” he asked.
“yes” I told him, handing over my note book “their not very good mind”
I spent the whole after noon with Divan, he told me all about how he lived on a narrow boat down by the canal with his mum, how his dad had died 3 years ago in a car accident and how he moved here last week. We drew in my notebook and went for a walk around the woods, when my mum called me in for dinner I didn't want to go, but I didn't want to miss her homemade pizza, so I said bye to Divan and ran inside. When I got inside my mum and the rest of my family were already sitting around the table eating, so I ran over and took my place where I always did, in between my dad and Autumn, as I tucked in to my meal I thought about how well Autumn's name used to suit her, she had long gingery blonde hair and big golden eyes that complimented her pale skin, but now she had cut her hair into a short pixie crop and died it pink, to teach mum a lesson about how she was 'big enough to make her own decisions'. After food I went up to my bedroom and took a long look in the mirror, me and Autumn had the same sort of colour hair before she died hers, although mine was more golden than gingery. It fell down the the small of my back in tiny little ringlets. I had big blue eyes that complimented my very pale skin and my lips were a nude pink sort of colour, I was pretty, sort of, not the I'm-so-beautiful-every-boy-I-meet-falls-in-love-with-me sort of pretty, but pretty. I wasn't overly fashionable, but I knew what looked good and what didn't. I laid down on my bed, just as I did so my phone started to vibrate, it was a text from an unknown number. It said:
hi,
I was wondering if you fancied going out with me sometime?
Text me back
divan
I was so happy, I text back straight away:
yeah I would love to,
pixie
I lay on my bed thinking about how good a day this had been, divan had asked me on a date, and I liked him, a lot.
I woke up in the morning and discovered I had another text from divan, I opened my phone and read the message to myself, it read:
I'll pick you up at 10,
be ready
divan
I looked up at the clock that hung permanently on my wall, it was eight forty-five, meaning I only had about an hour and fifteen minutes to get ready. I hopped into the shower and washed my hair, when I was done I got dressed, it was a warm day out so I put on a long top, with tights and high heels, it looked casual but not too casual. I straightened my naturally curly hair and styled my bangs so that they came down over my face. I put on some light make-up and a beret. I stood infront of my mirror, admiring myself, I looked pretty, I just hoped that divan thought so too. I was still sitting on my bed admiring myself when I heard a loud knock on the door, sure that it was Divan I jumped up and ran downstairs, my hair going everywhere as I did so. I collected my self in the mirror and took a deep breathe as I opened the door. infront of me had to be the most beautiful boy in the whole wide world, he had straightened his fringe so that it fell down across his eyes and he had to do that head flick every so often in order to see. He was wearing a band tee which hugged his six pack perfectly and a pair of jeans which wear tight but not too tight, meaning they were showing part of his boxers, he looked sexy, there was no other way to describe it.
“coming?” he asked, motioning for me to follow him towards his car, I however was too busy drooling over the amazingly sexy god who was currently standing infront of me. He laughed the most beautiful laugh I had ever heard and then leaned down towards my ear. My heart started to pound and my breathing got heaving, I could feel his warm breathe on my ear.
“I know I'm hot and all but we really need to go now” he whispered into my ear, laughing slightly he bent down lower to kiss my neck gently, by this time I had nearly fainted. I wanted to move but I couldn't. “right come on then” Divan said, whilst leaning over to lift me up into the bridal position, and carrying me towards his car. “if I'd known I had this affect on girls sooner then I would have put it to good use” he laughed. Suddenly I could move again, I was so embarrassed about letting Divan see these feelings for him.
“umm Divan, you can put me down now” I said shyly whilst blushing.
“are you sure you can still stand after me touching you?” he asked cockily, a smirk appearing on his lips.
“yeah, I'm pretty sure I can, thank you” I smiled, as he gently put me down onto my feet. I followed him to the door of the car.
“ladies first” he said as he opened the door to get in, as I climbed in he put his hands on my waist to help me climb in. Once I was in he walked around to his side and climbed in.
“off we go then” he said excitedly, the only thing was I had no idea where we were going.
We must have been in the car for over an hour, me and Divan hadn't talked about much, but it wasn't uncomfortable in the silence, it was nice. I was gazing out of the window, watching the world go by, when the car began to slow.
“are we there?” I asked, turning away from the window to get a good look at Divan.
“yeah, we are” he answered, also turning to look at me with a smile creeping onto his face. I smiled aswell before turning towards the window again, acting like a meerkat in order to get a good look at where we were going. I gasped, this must have been the most beautiful place in the world, there was a huge field, with willow and blossom trees hanging everywhere. Flowers were planted in huge plant pots all around the place, and they complimented the bright green of the grass. At the bottom of the field there was a huge lake, filled with the most clear water I had ever seen, and wildlife gathered around it like humans to a Mc Donald's. Just above the lake there was a red and white checked picnic blanket with a brown basket laid on top.
“did you do this?” I asked Divan, my voice was no more than a whisper due to the shock of it all.
“yes, I did” he replied, grabbing my hand to lead me towards the blanket. He sat down and the motioned with his hand for me to do the same.
“right well I don't really know what you like to eat, so I got a bit of everything” he told me whilst opening up the brown basket, pulling out multiple packages. He opened them all up revealing every picnic food you could possibly imagine, sandwiches, crisps, sausage rolls, cakes, biscuits, fruit salads, vegetable salads, tacos, chocolates, drinks. Everything I could possible hunger for was there.
“wow” was all I could say.
“come on then, what would you like to eat?” he asked me whilst pulling plates and forks out of the picnic basket, I swear that picnic basket was magic. How else would it fit all this stuff into it?
I took a plate and a fork and looked at the food infront of me, in the end I decided on a cheese sandwich, a ham sandwich, some crisps and a bar of dairy milk chocolate with some fruit salad on the side. We ate in silence for a while, just enjoying being together and not needing to speak. Suddenly Divan started to stir, he opened up the picnic basket and pulled out what I imagined was the only thing left inside. I looked at it, it was a small package, different from the rest, it was wrapped in pink packaging with a white ribbon tied around it forming a bow.
“what is this?” I asked, curious.
“open it and find out” Divan said, laughing quietly. I slowly pulled open the ribbon and pulled back the paper revealing a clear package, probably from a sweet shop. Inside the package were little sticks, they were clear and I guessed they were made of sugar. Inside the sticks were different things, some had pieces of fruit, whilst others had pieces of sweets. On the top of the packaging, on a white label were the words 'Pixie Stix'
I was shocked.
“do you like them?” he asked me nervously “I saw them and thought of you”
“I-I I love them divan, thank you so much, nobody has ever done anything this sweet for me before-” I started rambling on, until I was interrupted by a very happy Divan.
“well they should have, it's like a law for men to do nice things for beautiful women” Divan stated. I was shocked. Did he just call me beautiful? Did this mean he liked me? I hoped so, I liked him. For a while we just talked about random stuff.
“well I can pull my thumb back” I said whilst demonstrating how I could pull my thumb back to meet my wrist we were exchanging our weird body parts, trying to lick our elbows and things like that.
“bet you can't do this” he said cockily whilst rippling his tounge.
“actually I can, see” I said, copying his move exactly.
“you know what they say about people who can do that don't you?” he asked me, shifting his body so he could lean closer to me.
“n-no” I stuttered, the fact that he was only a couple of inches away from me made me nervous.
“that their great kissers” he stated, leaning even closer to me. All kinds of emotions were rushing through me, I couldn't believe that I was actually about to kiss Divan. He was only a couple of centimeters away from me now and I could feel his warm breath, eager to feel his lips on mine I shifted forward slightly, just a few more seconds I though. His hands skimmed my body and rested on my hips, pulling me closer to him again, his lips were so close I could feel the sparks they set off. He gently pressed his warm lips to mine, pulling me closer yet again. His lips moved against mine as his skilled hands started to pull my top up. He succeeded and soon enough his cold hands were tracing my curves and sending shivers of pleasure throughout my body. His warm tounge licked my bottom lip, asking for entry, which I gladly gave, our tounges were dancing eagerly with eachother and each second the kiss became more intense. I was shocked when his lips disappeared, but was put at rest when I felt him kissing my jaw. He made a trail down to the base of my neck before moving back up to kiss my lips again. It was all very intense.
“Divan, baby, is that you” I heard a whiney voice call. Divan groaned as he pulled away from our kiss, I also looked up, and what I saw surprised me. Caroline, the school slut, in the shortest skirt I had ever seen and a crop top so tight you could read her tits like a road map, running toward Divan! I think not.
Caroline strutted towards me and Divan, trying to move her hips sexily but ending up looking like a complete twat.
“Divan baby, you haven't called me in like, forever” she complained in the most irritating, whiney tone anyone could possibly make. I didn't really know Caroline, she wasn't the sort of person I liked to mix with, but from what I could tell she was a stuck up slutty bitch. I know I'm being really mean, considering I don't know her all that well, but she had just broke up my make-out session with Divan to complain about him not calling her. Wait. Why would Divan call Caroline? He'd only just moved here so he can't be her friend, and boys only called her if they needed a fuck buddy. Oh my god. Was Divan sleeping with Caroline? He'd only been here two days, the only reason he would come here and sleep with Caroline in that short amount of time was if he was a player, but if he was a player, was he playing me? Did he think I would be easy? Did he think I was a slut? All these questions were running through my head and I couldn't answer a single one of them. Wait. What if I'm just being stupid, I mean every girl in our school was after Divan, Caroline would be too wouldn't she? Maybe she had made the whole 'your not answering my calls' thing up just to get his attention? But then again, what if he was a player?
My heart broke in two when I came back to reality. I looked up with glazed eyes to see Caroline straddling Divan whilst they made out, and by the look of his face, he was enjoying it. Tears dwelled in my eyes as I ran, I didn't know where I was going, I would work that out afterwards, right now I just needed to get away from Divan. My heart was officially shattered.
Trees brushed past my bare arms, leaving marks and scratches, I couldn't see anything as my eyes were misty and swollen due to the tears I was crying. Why was I even crying? I mean I had only known this guy two freaking days and he had already wrapped my heart around his little finger. My legs felt shaky beneath me, I had been running for what seemed like ages. I sighed as I collapsed to the floor, letting the tears take over me. I was lost, with no idea where I was and I was heart-broken. The only thing that could put an end to my pain was the sleep I was slowly drifting into.
When I woke up I felt numb, there was no other way to describe it. My body was swaying up and down, back and forth and every so often my head would hit something hard. I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't, it was physically impossible at this moment in time. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse the numb left and I was filled with pain. As time past the pain began to leave, I could move slightly.
“pixie, are you okay” A small voice stated, it sounded so far away, like it was being screamed from another planet.
“Pixie?” This time it was louder, and closer. I tried to peel back my eyes, and to my surprise they opened.
I have to say what I saw next almost gave me a heart attack, I sat up slightly, looking around and taking in my surroundings just to make sure that I had seen correctly. I had, and now was the time to turn around and face the person who I had seen. The person who had obviously found me, a cold, crying mess on the floor, and carried me back to my house. The person who had saved me. If I had stayed where I was for much longer I could have froze to death or starved. The one person who I thought would never be kind enough to save me from such circumstances, the one person whom I hated with every tendon in my aching body, but here I was, with him carrying me in the bridal position, mascara and tears all down his white shirt. Jason Robertson.
“pixie, are you awake” he asked, concern in his eyes, why the hell would he be concerned about me? He hated me, and I hated him. Why on earth would he come out into the woods to carry me home? How the hell did he know where I was?
“mmhmmm” was all I could manage and even that send waves of pain down my throat, it was like someone had shoved their hand in my mouth and rubbed sandpaper in my throat, the pain was torture.
“your nearly home now” he told me, he had obviously worked out that it hurt for me to speak, probably by the face I was making that scream oh-my-fucking-good-that-was-painful-shit, and he didn't say another word from then on, he just carried me, obviously trying not to bash me around to much. After about 10 minutes it began to get light, when I closed my eyelids the light would shine through them meaning they would go pink.
“were here” was all Jason said before opening the door to my home and walking inside. My family weren't home meaning it was probably the middle of the day and I had missed school. Jason bent down and gently lowered me onto the sofa. He left then, without saying anything, not even a good bye. I closed my eyes and started to drift off to sleep when I heard a noise in the kitchen, the closing of a cupboard. The refrigerator opening and the running of water. I opened my eyes to see Jason strutting back in with a glass of water and a few pills. He handed them over to me and I looked at him confused.
“their pain killers” he stated, he could obviously tell that I was in fact in pain. I put the little pills in my mouth and washed them down with the water. I nearly cried at the pain it caused. It felt as if someone had stuck knives down my throat.
“you slept in the wood, it was cold and you must have been breathing through your mouth, that's why you have a sore throat but It should go away soon” Jason told me.
He sat with me for the whole day, he would talk to me and tell me stories, and I would just nod or shake my head. When I needed something I would write it down and he would go and get it for me. I knew I looked a mess, I mean I had been sleeping on the floor of the woods for go knows how long, I probably had a load of crap in my hair, but Jason didn't say anything and for that I was grateful. As much as it hurt to admit, I needed Jason right now, and he was here for me.
BRIIINGG BRIIINGG, the house phone interrupted my peaceful sleep. I groaned as I turned my body, preparing to get up.
“nahh uhh uhh uh” Jason said, frailing his hands wildly whilst trying to force me back into the position I was in before the phone rang. “You stay there, your too ill to get up”
“Jason I'm fine honest, look” I said, standing up with ease. It was true, I was a lot better now that I had had some rest, besides there was no reason why I can't answer the phone, but it was too late, Jason was currently in the kitchen holding the phone and mumbling to someone on the other end.
“who is it?” I mouthed, curious as to who was on the other end. Jason put his hand over the bottom of the phone and mouthed back.
“your mum” Instantly I was running over to where Jason was and trying to get the phone off him, what if my mum got the wrong impression? It didn't help however, that I was a lot shorter than Jason meaning he could talk on the phone without even raising it slightly.
“yeah.....yeah.....no she's fine.....of course.....yeah.....okay.....bye Mrs. Bleak” Jason said as he put the phone down.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT JASON” I screamed at him.
“'that' was your mum and its not a very nice way to address her is it? 'that' tut tut” he said whilst walking back over to the sofa.
“you can't just go around talking to my mum from my house, what if she thinks we're sleeping together?” I said, louder than normal but not a scream, I had calmed down a bit now. Jason just started laughing hysterically.
“S-she s-she k-knows why I-I'm here P-Pixie, S-she won't t-think we-we're sleeping together” Jason said, stuttering purely because he was laughing so much. “unless you want that to be the case” he said, deadly serious. My face was now as red as a tomato, I looked at my feet, too embarrassed to say anything.
“I'm joking babe” he said laughing slightly “come watch some tele, it'll make you feel better” he stated matter-of-factly whilst motioning with his hand for me to sit next to him. I walked over and sat on the far edge of the sofa. He may have saved my life but I still hated him.
“nahh uhh uhh uhh I'm having none of that crap, your sitting next to me” he said, grabbing my waist and forcing me to sit next to him. I crossed my arms and pouted my lips, I looked like a toddler having a tantrum. “See that's not so bad now is it?” he asked me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
“Yes” I said simply, causing him to laugh. I don't think he realized that I was serious though because he didn't move, we just sat there watching some T.V show I had never seen before.
“Do you actually like this crap” I asked him.
“It's not crap, it's good” he replied, turning his attention back to the T.V, just then something clicked, what was it that my mum had wanted when she called?
“Jason?” I said, turning back to face him.
“Yes?” He replied, coping my action.
“What was it that my mum wanted when she called?”
“She said she's going out of town with your father to do some work or something and that you'll be on your own tonight so can I stay over to watch you” He sated smiling.
“What about Autumn and Friday?” I asked, trying my best to get out of spending the night with Jason.
“Friday's staying at one of his friends house and Autumn's going to a week long party or something” he replied, trying to turn his attention back to the T.V.
“A week long party?” I asked, it did sound like the kind of thing Autumn does but I was curious as to what it was.
“Yeah, haven't you ever been to one?” He asked, his attention fully on me.
“No” I replied simply, was I supposed to have gone to one?
“Really? Their amazing, you like go to a different thing everyday and party all night. I went to one and we traveled the country going to gigs and stuff and then nightclubs in the night. Girls usually do shopping and trips to spas and that crap” They sounded fun, I wondered why I had never been to one. I mean sure I wasn't the most popular person around but I was friends with most people. “You've never been to one have you? I thought you were joking” he said sadly.
“I wasn't joking” I replied.
“Well in that case I know what we're doing in the holidays. The holidays were only next week. Could I really spend a whole week with Jason, alone? Doubt it.
We had been sitting on the sofa together for over an hour when I decided to get up and have a shower, I needed one after all, I peeled Jason's arm off of me and started to get up when I felt something pulling me down.
“Where are you going?” Jason asked, he looked upset.
“In the shower, I'll be back down soon” I reassured him whilst pulling my arm free and trudging up the stairs.
On the way I got my PJ's out of my bedroom. They were black shorts with white polka dots and a pink ribbon around the top and a white vest with 'Grumpy But Gorgeous' written in pink letters on the front. I went into the bathroom, made sure the door was locked and then stripped down until I was naked. I turned the shower on and stood in front of the mirror whilst I waited for the water to become hot.
I was right, I did look a mess, I had a mixture of leaves and mud in my tangled hair and my eyes were red from the amount of crying I had done. I sighed as I stepped into the water and let the heat flow over my body. I washed and conditioned my hair, shaved and used my mango face wash to keep my skin clear. Once I was done I stepped out of the warm shower onto the cold tile floor which covered our bathroom, drying myself off as quick as I could in order to put on my warm clothes that had been resting on the radiator. I walked down the hall and into my bedroom to grab my laptop, then walked downstairs.
“back” I said as I sat on the sofa, I was sitting so that my head was on the arm and my legs were over Jason. It wasn't a very big sofa, just two people could fit on it which Is why I still had to sit up. I placed my laptop on my lap and signed into msn. My nickname on msn was 'The Sexy Duck ;)' it was a joke at first, Cassia had called me that, but now I used it for everything. The second I signed in I had a message from Cassia.
CassiaaLutheranss Says: Hello my little duckling, why weren't you in school??
The Sexy Duck ;) Says: You wouldn't believe me even if I told you!!
CassiaaLutheranss Says: Try me...
The Sexy Duck ;) Says: Well I went on a date with Divan and he turned out to be a right man whore so I left and got lost, and then I fell asleep in the woods but Jason brought me home and he's been looking after me ever since.
CassiaaLutheranss Says: OMG you mean he's at your house right now?? How longs he there??
The Sexy Duck ;) Says: All night :/
CassiaaLutheranss Says: OMFG I'll be over in a second!!!
The Sexy Duck ;) Says: Do you want to swap places?
CassiaaLutheranss Says: Nahh, I mean he obviously likes you if he's willing to stay all night with you.
The Sexy duck ;) Says: Whatever
CassiaaLutheranss Says: Sorry babe but I have to go now, my mum's calling, Call me tomorrow and tell me EVERYTHING okay?? xx
The Sexy Duck ;) Says: Okay byee xx
--CassiaaLutheranss Has Signed Out--
Just then I felt something stroking my leg, I looked up to see Jason rubbing my legs.
“What the hell? Get off!” I said, trying to pull my legs away but he just held them tighter.
“mmhmmm I'd rather not” He said whilst feeling my legs again. “You have great legs by the way” Okay that was it, I pulled my legs away with as much force as I could manage and then legged it up the stairs. I ran straight to my room, locked the door and then sat against it, pushing it closed with all my weight. Tonight was going to be a long night.
“pixie........I know your in there..........open up babe and we can have some fun” Jason was tormenting me he had been walking up and down the hall trying to persuade me to open the door when we both knew he could easily open it, even if I was trying my hardest to keep it closed. I knew he was only joking, he would never make me do anything against my will, he may have done some pretty mean stuff to me in the past but he had never forced me to do anything.
-------FLASHBACK (Jason and Pixie aged 5)--------
“Jason stop it” I squealed as Jason sprayed me with the garden hose. My mum had sent us out here as a punishment for fighting in the house, but instead of watering the plants like he was supposed to Jason has set the hose to full blast and was currently soaking me where I stood. I was jumping and screaming and trying to get the hose off Jason but I couldn't, he was taller than me and he always had been. Therefore I resorted to the only thing I could, run. I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me, Jason was not far behind me but I couldn't feel the cold spray of the water that much anymore meaning I had a couple of meters distance from him. It may have been the middle of the summer and the hottest day this year but the water from the hose pipe was still amazingly cold. Suddenly everything stopped. I turned around to see my mum standing on the steps of the house with her arms crossed against her chest. I may have only been 5 but I knew this meant I was in trouble.
“come on you two, let's get you cleaned up” my mum said, a smile creeping onto her face. My mum was the most beautiful, kindest person in the world. That's what I was thinking about as she lead me inside the house. Jason sat on the chair and I sat on the sofa as my mum ruffled my hair with the towel in an attempt to get it dry. Jason was smirking at me so I poked my tounge out at him. That will teach him not to mess with the Pixie monster! My hair was knotted and tangled and little curls formed all over the place. I loved my hair even if Jason did make fun of me because it was so tangly. Once my mum had finished dying my hair she lead me upstairs to change, Jason stayed downstairs of course, boys were icky and not allowed to watch when girls changed. That's what mum said anyway. After I was changed mum brushed my hair and took me downstairs again.
“Okay you two can go and play now if you want” My mum said, ushering us out the door, but not before adding “but don't get wet!”. Me and Jason went and sat under our tree, it was this huge tree that flopped down so that if you climbed inside it formed a little den where no one could see you.
“Pixie” Jason asked me.
“yeah” I said, turning to face him.
“Can I try something? I saw it on T.V!” Jason asked. He was blushing.
“okay” I said shyly, not knowing what to expect. With that Jason leaned forward and placed his lips on mine, I pushed him away.
“EW COOTIES” I screamed whilst running into the house, but secretly I liked it.
------------(End Of Flashback)------------------
BANG
BANG
BANG
Jason was knocking the door, tormenting me
further, I had to make a run for it, he could easily push the door
open even with me sitting here. Oh what I wouldn't give to be overly
obese right now. I formed a plan, I was going to move away from the
door suddenly so that Jason would fall through and then make a run
for it. The banging had stopped so I just hoped that he was leaning
on the door. He was and when I moved away from the door it opened
meaning Jason fell to the floor with a load thud. I wanted so badly
to turn around and look at his reaction but I didn't have time, so I
leged it. I was running down the stairs when I heard Jason's
footsteps behind me, he would catch up with me any second now. I
didn't turn around to see how far away he was in pure fear that I
would be caught. Just then my legs disappeared and I was falling,
face first, towards the floor. There was nothing I could do so I just
put my hands out and prepared for the fall. I was inches away from
the floor when I felt two warm hand grab my waist and lift me up. The
hands belonged to Jason of course, and he used them to throw me over
his shoulder and carry me up the stairs. I was dumped rather roughly
onto the bed with a rather angry looking Jason standing infront of
me. I turned onto my stomach and tried to crawl away, but Jason
grabbed my feet meaning there was no way I could get away. Damn it.
He climbed onto the bed so that he could flip me back over onto my
back again. He straddled me and pinned my arms above my head, meaning
there was no way I could possibly escape. I squealed and twisted,
trying my very best to get out of this rather awkward position.
“Jason get off me” I complained, twisting as much as I could in order to attempt to get out, it was no use.
“nope” he replied, popping the 'p'.
“Aww, why not?” I moaned, I stopped moving, there was no point. Jason was too heavy and I was wasting energy I would probably need to run away from Jason if I ever escape.
“because..” he started, his face twisting as he thought up an excuse “you haven't said sorry” he finished, a smirk creeping onto his face.
“sorry for what” I asked, honestly curious about what I had done, I hadn't hurt him in anyway.
“for opening the door and making me fall on my ass” he said, giving me puppy dog eyes and pouting his lips.
“fine then, I'm sorry Jason” I said in a I-don't-really-mean-it-mind kind of voice. Only to be greeted with:
“say it like you mean it” in a sing song voice, Jason said it like a child would, he was very immature.
“urgg, I'm sorry Jason” I said, trying to make it sound like a mean it.
“that's better” he said happily, a smile on his face. However he made no attempt to move.
“aren't you going to get up then?” I questioned, Jason just smirked.
“I think we both want me to stay here” he said cockily, it took me a while to realize what he meant, but we were both on the bed with Jason straddling me and my arms pinned above my head.
“EWW JASON!” I screamed, pushing him off. He let me push him and fell off the bed, he just sat there and watched me leave with a cocky grin on his face. Pervert much?
I yawned and stretched my arms above my head. My bones clicked and my head went funny from the sudden movement.
“come on, I think you need some rest” Jason said, putting his arms under me and carrying me up the stairs, he gently laid me on the bed.
“where will you sleep?” I asked him, my voice quiet due to the fact I was tired.
“Uh in the bed” he said, like it was obvious.
“this bed?” I asked, sitting upright, I was now completely awake.
“is there any other bed?” he asked, taking off his t-shirt to reveal his yummy six pack. There was another bed, three other beds in fact, but I doubt any of my family want Jason sleeping in their bed.
“urgg no” I groaned, pushing my head as deep into the pillow as I could.
“you should be happy” he started “girls fight eachother to get in bed with me” a cocky smirk appeared on his face.
“Well I have strict rules in my bed, SLEEPING ONLY!” I shouted the last part so that I could get it into that thick skull of his.
“maybe we should go somewhere else then” he said, threatening to pick me up.
“nahh uh uh uh I'm staying here” I backed away from the approaching Jason.
“Well I guess we'll have to break the rule then” he replied cleverly, coming towards me until my head hit the headboard.
“Ja-” was all I could manage before he kissed me. His lips were moving on mine, trying to get me to respond, and I did. I would say that I had no feelings for Jason, but that would be a lie. We had known eachother for years and even though he was a jerk, I still loved him. I would never dream of telling him that though.
He licked my bottom lip, asking for entry, which I gladly gave. Our tongues moved in rhythm as Jason climbed up the bed to get closer to me. This kiss was nothing like the one with Divan. That kiss was lust, this one was love. Suddenly Jason's cold hands were up my top, playing with my breasts. I didn't want to sleep with Jason, I wasn't ready for that, I knew that if I didn't stop him now then I wouldn't be able to.
“Jason” I said, he stopped kissing my neck and looked up. I gave him a look that said no-I'm-not-going-to-sleep-with-you.
“oh, so you were serious about the bed rule then?” he said, looking upset.
“afraid so” was all I replied. Jason took his trousers off and climbed into bed with me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my head.
“good night Pixie” was all he said before I drifted off to sleep in Jason's arms.
Jason's P.O.V -
I woke up to find my arm wrapped around Pixie's sleeping body. I knew we hadn't done anything, Pixie just wasn't that kind of girl. I'm not going to say that I love Pixie, because that would be a lie. She's beautiful, yes, but she would never want to go out with a person like me and therefore I can't let myself fall for her. She stirred slightly and I held my breath, what would she think when she woke up? I decided the best thing to do was to leave, if I stayed too long I might end up falling in love with her and that was something I could never let myself do. I was the schools man-whore and I didn't do girl friends. I carefully stood up, making sure that I didn't wake Pixie up. I kept telling myself, this was for the best, I wasn't good for her. I pulled on my clothes and slowly opened the door, it creaked but Pixie didn't wake up. Thank God for that. As I left the house I thought about Pixie, she was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen, she was kind, caring and a great friend. She was always there for me, even though I was so horrible to her. Damn it, who was I kidding? I was in love with Pixie and there was nothing I could do about it now. The only thing I could do, if I truly loved her, was to stay away from her. Like I said, I wasn't good enough for her.
Pixie's P.O.V-
I woke up to find the bed empty. No Jason, just me. He had left me, he didn't care at all he just left. He didn't even say goodbye. I should have known that he didn't care about me, he was a player and that's all he ever would be. I lifted my sleepy body out of the bed and towards the shower. When I stepped in the warm water flooded away all my troubles. I didn't need Jason, he was always a jerk and I could do better than that, I told myself, but deep down I knew that no matter what I told myself I had always been in love with Jason, since the first time we met.
----Flashback (Pixie and Jason aged 3)-----
“Dairen, is that you?” a strange man asked my father. “remember me?”.
My father shook his head, he wasn't the type of person who spoke much.
“It's Hale, Hale Robertson” my father still looked confused. “from school?”
At these words my father's face changed from confused, to surprised, to happy.
“Hale? That's really you?” my father asked, a huge grin on his face.
“Of course it's me!” Hale said, A huge grin also covered his face. I looked at the man for a moment, he looked the same sort of age as my father, he had light brown hair and light green eyes. Behind the man stood a little boy, he looked my sort of age. His hair was dirty blonde and his eyes were the most shocking colour of green I had ever seen. He was very cute. I giggled when he looked at me, a blush creeping onto my face.
“Ah, I see you have a daughter” Hale asked my father.
“yes, I do” my father replied “Is this your son?” my father asked Hale, even though it was obvious the boy and Hale were obviously related.
“Ah yes, this is Jason, he's four next month. What's your daughter's name?” the man asked.
“My name is Pixie” I said, proud of my name. Jason giggled.
“That's a strange name” Jason said. I was used to people calling my name strange or weird.
“My name is not strange, it's unique” I said, quoting the same thing my mum always told me when I said my name was weird.
“Well we have to be off now” said Hale “maybe we could meet up some time, the kids could play and we could catch up”
“Yeah okay” my father said, exchanging numbers with Hale. Once they had left me and my dad went home too. I couldn't wait to see Jason again, I had a feeling we would become good friends.
----------(End Of Flashback)-------
I had known Jason since we were three years old and out of all the mean things he's done to me, this has to be the worst. He kissed me and then left. I traced my lips with my fingers, remembering the kiss brought the tingles back. I forced my hand away from my lips, I didn't need him, remember! I got dressed and did my make-up then headed for school. I was going to have to pick Friday up today because mum, dad and Autumn were away. He would take my mind off Jason at least. Friday's friend's mum was taking him to school so all I had to worry about was avoiding Jason for the day.
I met Cassia at the gates and she was begging me to tell her everything about last night. I tried to avoid her questions but she was very persistent, so I ended up telling her everything.
“I tell you what you need” She started, getting excited. When Cassia got excited nothing good every happened. “A girls night out!” she finished. I stand corrected, when Cassia got excited something very good happens! All the way through school me and Cassia planned our trip out. We were going to go to my house to get ready and then thrash the town going to different clubs. It was going to be a good night.
After school I met Cassia at the gates and we walked back to my house.
“So he just upped and left like that?” she said, shock across her face at what Jason had done to me.
“Yep” I replied, popping the 'P' and making obvious that I didn't want to talk about the subject any longer.
“The jerk” she said, turning her head to stare at some passing boys. Typical.
“Cassia” I said, faking shock. “Are you staring at those boys?” I finished, stopping, crossing my arms and tapping my foot.
“Noooooooo” she said, faking innocence “how could you even think I could do such a terrible thing?” she put her hand over her mouth that formed a little 'O'. We laughed and carried on walking, once we reached my house we ran inside and up to my room.
“Oh, I'm wearing this” Cassia stated, opening my wardrobe and pulling out a gold dress. It had a tulip style skirt and a bandeau top, which had a shoulder piece on it. Cassia and me always shared clothes, we were the same dress size, height and shoe size. “Ooh and these” she said, pulling out a pair of silver gladiator heels.
“Fine with me” I said, walking over to the wardrobe to find something for myself. “Nope. Nope. Nope. Ooh” I said, whilst rummaging through clothes pulling out a purple dress. It was short, came up to my mid thigh and had a black belt in the middle. It was also a tulip skirt and had small straps. It was backless and I loved it. We both got dressed, adding shoes, jewelry and make-up to our outfits and began doing our hair. Cassia was wearing her dress and shoes, a chunky black and gold necklace with her hair in curls and some light gold eye shadow, she looked beautiful. I was wearing my dress with purple heels, a necklace like Cassia's but purple not gold and some lilac eye shadow. We were ready to go, and I couldn't wait.
Our heels clicked on the pavement as we looked for a good club. Lights flashed and I looked up to see a sign with 'Oceana' written on it in bright neon blue lights.
“Here first?” I asked, turning to see Cassia.
“Hell yeah” she answered, already walking inside, I had to run to catch up with her. When we got inside we paid the guards and made our way down to the 'New York Disco' room. It was amazing, the floor had one of those classic disco floors, the ones with the squares that light up different colours but you couldn't see a thing because the room was packed with people dancing. Glow sticks had been broken so everyone was covered in neon paint and people were dancing like maniacs. Now this is my kind of party I though, following Cassia to the middle of the dance floor. Everyone was looking at us as we danced together. Suddenly there was a tap on my back and I turned around to see no other than Divan James. What the hell was he doing here?
“um pixie?” he shouted over the music, trying to push through the dancing people.
“leave me alone Divan” I replied, grabbing Cassia's hand and pulling her away with me. We pushed through the mass of people and made our way up to the door. I turned around to see Divan following us, apologizing to the people he was shoving.
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