Page 58 of Greased

The soldier I was needed to be. I built my body to become a weapon.

Mr Green saw the fight in me. Every session I attended without fail. Sitting in and listening in on the older training classes. Memorising every bit of information I could. Eventually he pulled me aside and offered me private lessons.

For years now, I have been ready to be inducted in the Thunderbirds. I can’t help the bitterness I feel from being constantly held back. My Dad says I’m not ready. Pres says I’m not ready. Yet, Mr Green is the only one that believes that I am.

“Dismissed.” Mr Green turns his back on us and walks out of the building. I’ve always been fond of his assertiveness. I’ve never seen the point in banging around the bush. While others find it rude, I find it refreshing.

I decide to make my escape too, needing to put as much distance as I can between me and my girl, even if every inch kills me.

Iwatch as Dawson turns his back to me without a single glance my way and makes his way out of the training room. Really, I don’t know what I should expect. While he seemed to be attentive and caring whilst he brought me out of my panic attack. It shouldn't surprise me that he is already turning his back on me, yet again, like he didnt save me from myself.

Like he wasn’t that man that I fell desperately in love with all those months ago that shined through, just for a moment. It sparks something within me, some kind of determination. That if I can see even a fraction of the person he used to be, that maybe not everything is lost between us.

I don’t bother saying goodbyes to the guys, instead I race out of the swinging doors Dawson just disappeared behind. I almost tumble out of them but instantly right myself as I snap my head in both directions, watching as Dawson disappears around a corner.

“Dawson, wait!” I yell in the hopes of him stopping but after a moment and still no sign of him, I groan. “Oh for fuck’s sake.”

I take off running down the now deserted hallway. As I turn the corner he went around, I get my hopes up in catching up to him but I meet another quiet hallway leading to God knows where.

“Fucking Farlap motherfucker. Needs to clear his goddamn ears out,” I grumble as I come to a stop. I’m just about to turn around and head back to the training rooms when a strong grip grabs onto my arm. I’m pulled into a dark room and slammed up against a wall. I attempt to fight the figure but it's useless. The grip on my wiggling arms is firm and the weight against my body sees me going nowhere anytime soon.

“Fucking Farlap is a new insult. I think I like that one better than asshole.”

Dawson. That fucking dick.

His grip on my arms loosens but only slightly.

“Oh, fuck you!” I snarl, “Did you also hear the part about where I told you to clean out your ears?”

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” His tone is laced with sarcasm but I don’t find him remotely funny.

I stay silent for a moment and so does he. None of us saying anything. He doesn’t step away from me and I don’t attempt to escape his hold. I feel my heart race, like it tries to fill the silence between us.

“Why did you help me?” My voice is a whisper but it's loud enough for him to hear. I know he does by the way his grip on my arms tighten again and the way his breath hitches, like he wasn’t expecting me to say anything. Especially not this.

He is silent for a moment but I wait him out.

His voice is hoarse as he eventually replies, “I don’t know.”

“I sawyou.”

He scoffs and I can imagine the eye roll that would have followed. He goes to step away but my hands shoot up, pulling him back into me.

“Don’t deny it Dawson. I saw you. That man I met that night on the beach. The man that I fell in love with so irrevocably that I’ve seem to have lost all sense of self-preservation. Because that man has me running after him trying to pick up any pieces of what we lost.” I hear Dawson suck in a sharp breath as his body goes rigid underneath my hold. I don’t let it deter me as I continue to pour all the scraps of my broken heart out for him.

“You might be hell-bent on seeing the tail end of me. You might have only seen me as a summer fling, as someone to pass time with but it was never that for me. You stole a piece of my heart the day you left. The day you promised me it wasn’t the end. A piece that will forever belong to you no matter how fucking awful you are to me.” I pause, shaking my head, knowing just how ridiculous I probably look. But the hold he has on me is unrelenting.

“You were never just a fling, Scarlett.” My head snaps up as I try to look at him through the darkness of the room. I don’t expect the soft lips that crash down on mine and for a moment I’m stunned as Dawson’s lips glide over mine; but it's only for a second before I’m returning his kiss.

Our lips move together desperately. I can feel just how hungry he is for me and I return the sentiment ten-fold. Dawson’s hands slide down my body, causing goosebumps to pebble over my skin at the descent.

He caresses the globes of my ass and I can’t control the groan that escapes me. I press my body into his, trying to find any reprieve for my aching core. I yelp in surprise as Dawson lifts me into his arms. My legs swing around his body automatically as I throw my hands around his neck, threading my fingers into his hair.

I roll my body into his, my inner vixen coming alive at his touch. Dawson groans and I swallow it with a kiss, barely able to contain one of my own. Our tongues move together in unison. Like we had been dying for thirst all this time, and are finally quenching that thirst with each other.

Dawson pushes me further into the wall at my back, holding me with nothing but the weight of his body against mine as his hands moved to my waistband.

Breaking our kiss, he tilts his head back. I can feel his stare on my face through the shadows compromising our vision.

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