It's been a little bit more then a month and let's just say it's been the most boring month of life and the hardest. I haven't talked to Aaron since i told him to stop hugging me. He has tried to talk to me but i would just ignore him, i feel bad but his Aaron, a gang leader, someone who doesn't have heart meaning he can't get hurt.

The boys, have told me to talk to him since they said that he is sad and angry all the time, even more then he used to be. I don't believe them, the girls have also told me to talk to him but i won't let him think that I will do anything for him.

Anyways right now i'm in class, the same class that Aaron has with me and he is sitting behind me. I can feel him starring at my head and i feel really uncomfortable, i don't know why but i never feel like this. Aaron has been doing strange things to me and i don't like it, i just can't stand it anymore. Like whoever he tries to talk to me, he would touch my hand and try to stop me from walking away, i could feel sparks that would last so long, not like Noah, but i would easily just pull my hand away and continue walking.

"Miss, can i go to the bathroom" i ask her even though i would just stand up without asking her

"Yeh, hurry up though" i nod my head and walk to the bathroom. Thinking about Aaron has been making me so weak, i need to step up my game, need to be tougher.

My head hasn't been working these days, all i can think about is Aaron and Noah. I don't know what to do, it's like a virus and i want to stop thinking about boys but i can't, it hurts when i try to forget about them. I continue to walk holding my head.

Since my head and my whole thinking process is in another solar system i didn't see the idiot who came running towards me stabbing me on the stomach. I hiss trying not to make any noise, i fall on the ground, trying to take out my gun before the fucker could kill me but before i can processes anything, out of nowhere i see Aaron sprinting towards the guy. They both fall on the floor with Aaron on top of him punching the random dickhead who tried to kill me. I successfully take out my knife from my boot and call out Aaron name

"Aaron the knife" he turns around and i slide it on the floor, making it's way towards Aaron, he grabs the knife and slits the fuckers neck, making him choke on his own blood, dying afterwards.

When Aaron knows that he is finally dead he stands up and walk towards me. He takes he hand out for me to take. i take a moment, i don't want him to think that he needs to help me, but i finally take his hand. He helps me stand up, when fully standing i nearly fall since it really hurt where the dick stabbed me, why am i acting like a baby, i have been hurt way worse, i've been fucking shot multiple times.

"Are you ok?' what do you think idiot.

"Yep totally find, just got stabbed" he rolls his eyes.

"Let's get you back home to fix it"

"No i can do it myself" I try to walk but i forgot that i have a stab on my stomach.

"Let me help you" He grabs my arm and puts it around his neck, the other hand goes to my waist. Trying to ignore the stupid butterflies in my stomach i nod my head and we walk towards my car and he drives me back home.

When he parks the car back inside my garage. He gets out of the car and goes to my door and takes he hand out for me to hold on to, i do that but he grabs me and carries me bridal style.

"Aaron put me down."

"Nope, your stab it's going to hurt even more" i once again roll my eyes and just stay quiet, he open the front door and kicks it close, he takes me upstairs in my room which he also kicks it close. He carries me towards the bathroom and sits me down on the bench my back facing the mirror.

"where is the first aid kit"

"down there" i point towards the cabinet that is underneath me. He bends down and i close my legs tight. Aaron notices and he clears his throat. Why did i have to wear a fucking denim skirt, out of all the days, i could use shorts or jeans but no skirt. I see him gulp us he stares right inside of me but he doesn't do anything. He open the cabinet and takes the first aid kit out, placing back on the bench.

After he helps me by stitching my stab back up.

"Here i am done." he drops the equipment back inside the kit and closes it.

"thanks." i look anywhere else expect his eyes. Well at least i tried because he grabbed my chine and made me face him. Him and i stare at each other, in one quick moment he connects his lip on to mine and i don't pull away.

We kiss but softer then our usual make out but i really like it. I place my hands around his neck and open my legs wider ignoring the pain i feel and pull him closer to me. He put his hands on my waist accidentally touching my scar since i have no shirt on.

"Shit, i'm sorry," I don't know if he is for touching it or kissing me.

"it's fine," I look away from him but i could feel his intense stare in me.

"I'm sorry if you get mad because of what i'm going to do," Wait what.

"Wha...," He lifts me up, with his hands around my ass. He takes us into my room, onto my bed. My stab hurts but i can handle it, he softly lays me down on my bed, my head on the pillow.

"Aaron, what are you doing," I think i know, but i just don't what him to use me for sex.

He lays on top of me and comes close to my ear and whispers, "I miss you so much,"

He moves away from my ear and goes to my lips, kissing me softly but hard.

"Aaron stop!" I push him away, i sit up fast and completely forgot about my stab

"Shit!" this hurts do much.

"Are you ok?" What does he think.

"Yeh i find, what were you about to do,"

"You know exactly what i was about to do and i already told you, i fucking miss you," sure he does.

"Do you miss me or sex," does he think i'm an idiot.

"I-i um I mi-ss y-ou, ok i miss you, not sex, I miss you, but i also miss sex but mostly you and yeh and i don't know why i keep talking maybe i should just shut up." Wow, his so nervous, ok maybe i not that mad at him now.

"ook..." i don't know what to say.

" i do care if i hurt you because of your stab but i also don't care because i want to fuck you." I didn't have enough chance to process his words and i get pushed again.

"If you don't want this, tell me now and i will stop," I hate when boys say that you but they know you don't what them stop.

"No please do whatever you want,"

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