Page 50 of Believe In Us

He cringes slightly, closing his eyes for a moment and I know it’s because I’ve less than subtly sent him straight into the friend-zone, again. Looking up at me he gives me his most apologeticsmile, “Sebastian won’t like it if he finds out, not only because you’re going to see your brother he for some reason hates, but because it’s me who’s taking you.”

I give him my best puppy-dog-eyed expression. “He won’t find out, Walker, I promise. Will you take me or not?”

He smiles softly, nodding and I can’t help but mimic it. “Yeah of course, how can I say no to you. Meet me after school on the field, I’ll park my car nearby and we can go right after practice is over, the guys won’t say anything.” I extend my hand to him, taking his in between mine.

“Thanks Liam, you’re a great friend and honestly I really need one right now.” His smile weakens, his eyes clouding with something ominous dark and melancholic before turning back to their beautiful shade of blue.

“I’m here for you Jade, anything you need, no matter what Sebastian says or does, I’m here.” I nod slightly, caught in a trance as I take in the genuine kindness he offers me.

I’ve never met anyone like Liam Walker. Someone who isn’t, for lack of a better word, broken. Never have I come across someone who doesn’t view the world with a daunting and dark microscopic lens, someone whose life hasn’t been wickedly cruel to them and still holds onto the innocence of not understanding what true solitude and melancholy looks like. It’s exactly what I need, it’s what I should be drawn to, for only the whole can fix the broken, yet it’s only the broken who understand what it feels like to break.

That right there is the reason Sebastian and I are physically, mentally, and now emotionally drawn together, like two magnets that can’t fight the pull. We’re like two parts of the same broken mirror that broke into thirds, useless, cursed, never to be complete, yet still perfect reflections of one another. Half reflections when held together still remain imperfect but nonetheless serve their purpose, until one of us lets go and the other falls crashing down, breaking into a million smaller shards of glass,piercing, painful, and irreparable. Because the broken will always remain broken, some of us spend our entire existence trying to find our missing piece while others, well we just learn to live with the understanding that we’ll never again be what we once were, whole.

“Get the fuck away from her!” A loud, deeply masculine voice shouts startling the both of us. Liam quickly releases my hands, as he looks away silently cursing himself. I immediately know it’s him. Even if I hadn’t recognized his voice, even before turning around, I should have known, expected this. I gradually turn to my left spotting Casey and Leighton giggling with smug grins plastered across their faces, as Leighton waves her phone at me. Fucking bitch texted him.

“I swear quarterback, you’d think the first time would have been sufficient warning, the second time a merciful reminder, but the third, now that’s just fucking rude. You’re a dead man Walker.” Bass snarls as he steps up to Liam’s desk reaching down and grabbing him by the collar of his perfectly ironed shirt.

Liam doesn’t bother making any excuses as for why our hands were grasped together, he doesn’t even try to talk his way out of this one, he just sits there resigned and accepting of the beating that’s sure to follow if I don’t put a fucking stop to Sebastian’s temperamental tantrum. “Let go of him Sebastian!” I shout, standing and grabbing tightly onto Bass’s bicep. It’s like fucking concrete under my palm, the bulges of his muscles twitching in anger, the erratic beating of his heart palpitating through them and down my fingers.

Bass ignores me, his laser focus glued to Liam, his Adam's apple throbbing in his throat and I’ve got to admit it’s doing things it definitely shouldn’t be doing to me if the sudden ache that’s running through me is any indication. Fucking pregnancy hormones, not now. “Sebastian please, let go of him.” My voice softens and the plea in my eyes makes him suddenly snap out of his fury and turn to face me, his eyes showing not anger but worryas he looks intently into mine searching for answers. Answers as to why I’m always in these situations with Liam. Not jealousy, but hurt, like my being close to Liam, enjoying being around him, physically, mentally, and emotionally pains him.

“Mr. Silver, why on earth are you in my class and why do you have Mr. Walker by the neck?!” Professor Langley shouts, as she enters the room right as the fourth period bell rings. Bass reluctantly releases his hold on Liam glaring at me, “Follow me now,” he whispers, before pushing past me.

I obey, not questioning or arguing against him, making things easier for all parties involved. I simply follow after him but don’t make it out the door before Langley speaks again, “Miss Wolfe I suggest you find your seat as I escort Mr. Silver here to the Headmaster’s office.”

“Fuck off Langley,” Bass growls, stepping into the poor woman’s face, “Jade’s coming with me and there’s nothing you’re pathetic old ass can do about it.” Professor Langley gapes in disbelief but does nothing to stop us as Bass wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me out the door with him.

Outside he releases me, not bothering to turn around as we stalk down the hallway toward the front doors of the building. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Sebastian,” I yell, my laughter echoing in the empty halls, but he doesn’t slow down, if anything he quickens his pace. I follow behind him my hands pushing against his back but failing to cause any sort of damage against the steel wall of muscle. “Stop fucking walking!” I shout, my anger and frustration getting the best of me, my hands now fists at my side. “I swear you’re so,” I pause, flooded with rage and not able to form a coherent thought. “Ughh, you’re so infuriating!”

He halts abruptly, my chest colliding into his back before he turns and grabs me by my arms pulling me into him as his lips come crashing down on mine. With equal amounts of fury and desire, his lips devour mine with no restraint and no goddamn apology for howrough they become as he slams me back into the glass enclosed shelf against the wall, the trophies rattling against the glass. His hands move to grab my ass, spreading me and pulling me closer into his body, until he lifts me and my legs wrap around him, pressing his already hardened erection into me. Like two crazed maniacs we make out with no restraint, our tongues colliding, our teeth biting down on sensitive, swelling skin, our hands aching to touch every inch of one another.

This can in no way, shape, or form, be healthy.

“I’m infuriating” he whispers, huskily against my mouth, “You're so maddening, everything about you drives me fucking crazy! Your attitude, your reckless impulsivity, this perfect mouth, your luscious cunt, you Jade Wolfe are the definition of infuriating.”

“I’m...”

A dark groan reverberates from him echoing around us as he bites down on my bottom lip. I can taste the metallic tinge of blood on my tongue as It comes out to lick it. “Why do you continue to make it fucking impossible to think straight knowing that asshole wants what’s mine.”

“I,” apparently this pregnancy has also made me lose all my fucking brain cells since I can’t form any sort of response. No sarcasm, no wit, nothing. I just blankly stare at his fucking lips. Plump, soft, and coated in my saliva.

“Stay away from Walker,” he grunts, a promising “if you don’t”threatclear in his voice. I scoff at his blatant disregard for whatIwant, as always thinking only about himself and how mydisobediencemust look to those around him. “I’m not responsible for what happens to him the next time I see him near you.”

His arrogance snaps me out of my lustful daze, bringing me back to the selfish, hot headed bastard that continues to make it impossible for me to function. “You can’t ask me to do that Sebastian, Liam is,” my voice cracks, stopping me before I say something I’ll regret. I’m not sure how I was planning on finishing thatsentence, but the glare in his ominous eyes makes me choose my next words carefully. “He’s my friend.”

His fingers find a single strand of hair falling out of my ponytail, tucking it behind my ear, softly tracing an invisible line across my cheek and down the buttons of my uniform shirt, “You. Are. Mine. You don’t need anyone else.” My breath hitches as my buttons snap open as his finger continues to descend. My nipples harden, my thighs clench, and the queasy sensation I’ve grown to despise makes its impending appearance. I swallow hard, repressing the bile that intends to rise in me. “I’m no longer asking Jade, I’m warning you. Stay the fuck away from Walker. You have no idea the kind of monster I become when someone threatens to take what is rightfully mine.”

I now know for a fact that this situation I find myself in is altering me much more than just physically and biologically. It’s rendering me psychologically unstable. It’s the only explanation for the response that leaves my lips next.

“That’s the thing you don’t know about me Sebastian, there is a monster in me too, extremely volatile, considerably unstable, exceedingly dangerous, and vaguely suppressed, and the only way to defeat a monster, is to become what it fears most.”

“I fear nothing baby,” he says, cool, calm, and un-fucking-phased.

“You’re wrong, there is one thing you fear most in this world. I know this because it’s the exact same thing that terrifies me right down to my fucking core.”

“And what’s that,” he asks, curiosity evident in his silver eyes.

“To be human.”

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