Alice

After that huge cry fest, we all had in the bathroom. Tracy, Gen, and I both agreed to never talk about this. Not at least until Tracy was ready. Then we went on our separate ways. Gen to science, Tracy to art and me off to find Nick. I was done with all my classes already. And I knew Nick was too. Because he was always in his favorite spot this hour... the library.

Upon entering the library, my eyes start their search for Nick. He's never where people can see him he's always in his usual spot in the back. On that stool reading.

Giving my surroundings a once over I make my way down the darkened halls where he would be.

I round the corner and sure enough. He's there.

"Nick," I announce and his eyes snap to mine. He's quick to put a bookmark in whatever he's reading and shoving it back in his bag.

"What are you reading?" I whisper.

"Doesn't matter." He says ending the conversation so we sit in an awkward silence.

I look down before speaking but Nick has other plans and he speaks the same time I do.

"Look, I'm-"

We stare at one another before he motions to me. "You first." Nodding, I take a step closer to him and he stands up quickly.

"I'm sorry. I mean, I'm always sorry- but I feel like I don't understand what you're going through and just making assumptions about you and your probably super nice family." I say and it's quiet for a second.

"You know what. Never mind. I don't know why I came here." I say quickly holding on tightly to the straps of my bag.

I turn around but Nick grabs my wrist and pulls me to him. I gasp as my small frame connects with his hard body.

"Don't talk about me. Don't talk about my family. I don't want to hear any of that leave your lips." Nick whispers in my ear and my lips part at the sensation of his hot breath on my skin.

I pull away from him slightly and swallow hard. I bite my lip nervously unable to move my body.

"Don't do that either." He says huskily and his rough hand cups my cheek. His thumb rubs over my bottom lip and I stare into his blue eyes that are more than focused on my mouth.

He pulls my lip out from the trap my teeth are holding them in.

He leans in.

"Nick..." I practically whimper.

I can feel his breathing getting heavier. "I want you." He says and I need to pinch myself. I'm totally dreaming. Nick isn't like this.

His large arm goes around my waist and pulls me closer. If he's going to kiss me he needs to do it now. I want him too.

When he smirks against my lips I get frustrated. I fist the top of his shirt and pull him down so our lips clash.

The feeling of his mouth on mine was sensational. Sending shocks throughout my entire body.

I'm quick to softly moan from the pleasurable contact and that sound seems to undo him.

He pushes my back against the sturdy bookshelf that hides us from the outside world.

His lips move fast and rough against mine. My hands that were nervously fisting his shirt move to his hair and I grab tightly to his brown locks and pull at it. Needing this built up temptations to be released somehow.

I hear a sexy moan now leaving his open lips and our tongues dance together. The shelf scratches against my heated back but I pay no mind. I hear some books tumble to the ground. He pulls away slightly before glaring at my mouth and I immediately think I did something wrong. But before I could ask he's kissing me again. This time with more passion and heat. I feel a burn rip across my skin and my arms don't know what to do with themselves. I lamely leave them at my sides and gasp as I knock over a few more books. I turn my head to see what I knocked over this time and look down. Nick takes that chance to attack my neck.

He grabs my wrists and holds them above my head and a breathy gasp leaves my parted lips when he bites down and sucks the skin of my neck. I'm loving this too much.

With one of his hands holding my hands above my head, his other grips my thigh and that sends me over the edge. I need to stop this!

I panic and my breathing picks up. "Nick! Nick!" I say nervously.

He's quick to pull away and I stare at his swollen lips. Did I bite them? I can't remember.

"Are you okay?" He asks seriously and I feel embarrassed. I mean how could I not be embarrassed? He hates me one second and now he's shoving me against the bookshelf and kissing me senseless?

"Yeah... I'm fine." I say adjusting my sweater that stuck to my sweating skin and purse my lips together.

It's quiet for a few seconds and he leans his forehead against mine. "I've been waiting to do that for so long." He admits and a smile breaks out onto my face. So he feels the same way I've been feeling?

"I'm glad you did," I say truly and his thumb rubs circles on my waist.

"I need to tell you something," Nick says and I hear that same vulnerability in his voice and I feel bad again.

I nod for him to continue. "I'm never like this. I've never been like this. And I don't know what I feel for you- I can't explain it. But when you came over a few nights ago... I don't know. I felt something. For the first time in a long time. And you've been driving me insane ever since." He says seriously. His confession leaving me breathless.

"Then let's be insane together," I say with a smile. "I know you're not ready for a relationship Nick. But I'll wait for you. And while I wait, I'll be there for you when you need me." I tell him truly from the depths of my heart. All the emotions I buried away from myself bubble out and into my confession. I play with the hem of his shirt and his forehead falls against mine in a silent agreement.

~~

Later that day when I returned home I had the hugest smile on my face.

Nick kissed me.

Nick kissed me.

My hand goes to my mouth and the reminder of what happened between us comes back.

And he told me how he feels. Sorta. But that's progress.

I'm starting to believe everything is going well in my life for once.

I open the front door to Jessie's house and hang up my coat and take my boots off.

Just as I'm pulling off my scarf Brodie enters the foyer. He has an evil smirk on his face and the way he's looking at me makes me nervous. He leans against the wall next to me and before I can ask him why he's looking at me like that; Jessie storms in with sad eyes.

"Alice. I need to have a word with you." She says and walks up the stairs.

"Have fun. Alice." Brodie says and brushes past me and into the living room.

Something about his tone was really off.

I quickly run up the stairs to see what's going on and walk into my room and see Jessie standing there tapping her foot.

"What's going on Jess?" I ask and she spins around and glares at me.

"Care to explain why I found these in your room." She asks angrily and holds up a bag of flour.

I look at her weirdly. "Why do you have that?" I ask and she scoffs.

"I should be asking you that Alice. Why do you have drugs in your room!" She throws the bag into the trash and I quickly go to get it. I remember that white bag! It's Brodies! He'll be mad at me if he finds it in my trash.

"Don't you dare Alice! If you grab that filthy  bag of sweepings I will not have you in this house!" Jessie yells and I freeze.

"I-It's not mine," I say softly.

"It was in your room. Whose else would it be?"

Your sons.

I take in a deep breath. If I get kicked out of Jessie's, Mr. Micknealing said I'd be put back there.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

Jessie walks past me. "This is so unlike you Alice. And drinking too. Don't lie to me when I ask, We're you the one drinking my wine outside? I found the bottle when I was gardening."

My eyes tear up. I look down so she doesn't see my eyes. "Yes," I tell her because that part was sadly true.

Jessie lets out a disappointed sigh. I hear my bedroom door close and I know she left.

Just as things were going well.