"See you tomorrow," Ethan waves at me. My legs scuff the floor due to the long practice of dancing. My muscles hurt under my flesh as I roll the neck from side to side to loosen kinks. I bite my lower lip at the burning sensation that spread inside me. I exit the girl's locker room heading to the exit. The silence stretches upon the morning's busy hallways of the school. A few glimmers of sunlight that have crept through the wide windows are shinning against the walls and lockers make them glow under it.

A hand grasps mine and rushes me through a small door inside a petite storage room. I turn around to see the person and my eyes widen.

"What-what are you doing?" I ask staring up at his bright blue eyes. He walks past me and locks the door with one quick move while my eyes scan the tiny room. The white walls are covered by boxes that have been stuffed at the sides of a small window that sees right into the soccer field that is being surrounded by the track. The grass shines as if the water of the rainfall has left its mark. Boys are running and playing while some voices reach our room.

I turn to him frowning. He looks nothing like yesterday; the calmness he was having appears to have been replaced by determination. He moves to me and pins me to the wall. Its coldness expands on my backbone as I look at him startled.

"What...?" He cages me between his arms on the wall.

"Don't go out with him,"

"What?" I ask. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't go out with Christian," His eyes are blazing. He's not begging, he's demanding.

"How do you know?"

"I heard him," He replies. "Don't go," He's inches away from me. His body doesn't come in contact with mine yet his feverish anger washes over me. He's burning at the idea.

"We have broken up. How could ask me that? I can move on with someone if I want to,"

"Not with Christian,"

"If it was another guy, you think it wouldn't bother you?" He cocks his head to the side flaming me with the intensity of his gaze on me. His jealousy along with his confidence makes my heart thud in my chest. The small room seems to become even smaller as its temperature rises.

He doesn't respond, his eyes leave mine as he leans down before looking at me after a few seconds.

"I don't want you around him,"

"You didn't have any problems before," I notice.

"It's different now," I shake my head locking my lashes. This isn't going anywhere.

"I told him that I would think about it but I don't think I'll go out with him," His shoulders relax as if a huge burden has been lifted off of him, freeing him from his worries and concerns. His lashes flutter close for a second. I frown as the relaxation crosses his features.

"I don't understand you," I mutter and his eyes meet mine. "You can't be with me but you're mad at the idea of me being with someone else. If you want me then why aren't you with me?" He leans down, peering his ocean blue eyes in my green ones.

"Because I love you," A sharp gush of air escapes from my parted lips. I gaze up at him with wide eyes, full of surprise and confusion at the same time. The rays of light have slipped into the room and make his eyes glitter. His eyes are so glistening; as if sparkles of gold will explode from them and scatter on the room. I have almost forgotten his angelic beauty and how much effect he had on me.

His hands slid down to my waist and pull me against him. A gasp left my slack mouth right before he kisses me, long and lingering, as if he can't breathe anymore and I'm the oxygen for his survival.

"That doesn't make any sense," I blurt out before my brain can catch up with my mouth.

"Neither does this," He whispers on my lips. "But I can't do this anymore." His eyes are swimming in self-doubt. He doesn't know what to do; desperation. "I don't want you to go out with him. I hate the thought of you being with him, kissing him." Anger and annoyance are hardening his body against mine. "And it's not him, I don't want anyone making you feel all those things I did. I don't want anyone but..." He stops.

"But you," I mutter in awe.

"It's selfish but I don't care," He admits. "It's killing me,"

His eyes are blazing my cells and I don't handle this anymore. Every bit of my self-control evaporates. I don't care about what it's sensible right now. Not when he's watching me with the look that clenches my insides and buckles my knees. Not when he's standing so close to me that I can sense him on me. Not now.

"Kiss me then," His mouth flies to mine before I catch a glimpse of him moving me. I close my eyes focusing on his touch. My fingers dig into his shoulders, into the light fabric of his soccer uniform, feeling the resistance of his muscles underneath my fingertips. I kiss him back holding nothing back. I put all my desperation and tension of the time we were apart into our passionate kissing. All those moments I didn't know where he was, what he was feeling, what he was thinking away from me erase from my mind as our kisses dull the pain I was trying to bury inside of me.

He breaks the kiss as I breathe the oxygen I wasn't taking the last minutes. " Oh my," My fingers grasp his shirt; his kisses were addictive and I was experiencing the side effects. Light dizziness is clouding my mind. He raises my chin before his lips crush in mine all over again. I moan softly as his fire blazes me. I haven't realized how much I had missed that overwhelming emotion; the best one. One of his hands finds and grips mine tightly. He interviews our fingers applying pressure on mine; he raises our connected hands as he kisses me frantically. He sets my hand on his chest leaving my fingers and pressing my hand upon his chest. My palm rests upon his beating heart. I feel its pulse thundering under my touch; his heart races as fast as mine. The realization dawns on me making me kisses him more eagerly.

His lips leave mine and I frown. "What-Oh," His hands grab my thighs and lift me up on him so we're exactly at the same height. He smiles, satisfied by the change and I giggle, as his lips kiss mine, at the enthusiasm that brings him a wild vitality. His fingers bury themselves into my skin under my shirt clenching all my muscles in my abdomen. I moan and he groans, a low sound from his throat, in response.

We kept kissing until most of the light has bled out of our tiny room. The sunset was painting our surroundings in a plethora of shades of colors that resembled red; red of passion I thought. He had sat down on a chair while I was in his lap, trapped inside his tight embrace; we were tangled up in each other as if one. My fingers were exploring his hair as our lips moved in sync. I had assumed that I would get tired, bored even but it did not happen. By every second, I wanted more, by every kiss, I wanted another. I couldn't get enough of him; of us.

My phone rings from inside my bag that was thrown on the ground next to the wall. I pull away eyeing it.

"Can you get it from me?" He leans back a little and opens it. He hands me the black device yet before I can touch it, he turns it to him. Hie clenches his jaw watching the number.

"Why the hell is he calling you?"

"What? Who is it?" I ask.

"Have you been talking to him?"

"Corbyn, I don't understand, who is it?" He grits his teeth locking his gaze on mine as he gives me the phone with a look of anger that sends a chill on my backbone.

"Answer it and put it on speaker," He orders. His dominant tone gets under my skin. His eyes are blazing in ferocity but so am I. He has stiffened under me.

"I won't talk to him now," I reply knowing that Christian is on the other end of the line.

"Have you been talking to him lately? So, you lied to me!" He barks.

"I don't know how he got my number, this its the first time he has called me." He answers the call and Christian's voice booms from the speaker. I bottle up my annoyance and speak as kindly as I can manage.

"Hello,"

"Hey, Amelia, it's me, Christian. I was just checking if you thought about what I asked at all." His voice makes Corbyn fizz in anger. He runs his hand through his hair tugging it.

"No, I didn't."

"Look, I get that you just broke up with Corbyn but isn't that the best way to get over him completely? Isn't that what you want?" Corbyn's eyes stare at mine as both of them expect an answer. They both need a reply yet just the opposite one. I bite my lip as nervousness fills my veins. I look into his ocean blue eyes blinking in silence.

"So, I thought, if you aren't ready for a date, we can just hang out,"

"As friends?"

"Yea, and maybe I can convince you that I can be more than that. I'll be better than him. I swear," Corbyn stands up setting me on my feet. He thrust the door open leaving. I take my bag in my hand following him.

"Christian, I have to go. We'll talk tomorrow," I hang up and start running. "Why are you reacting like this?" I shout and he turns around dominated by rage.

"I told you, I don't want him around you!" He screams.

"I'm not! He just called me. I'm going to tell him that I won't go out with him. Stop making this such a big deal!"

"I'm making it? He'll keep asking you out until you'll agree to it and I..."

"Well, there is only one way to prevent that, isn't there?" I interrupt him. I won't stand here listening to him when I know he is causing all this. He shakes his head.

"It's not that simple," He hisses.

"Really? Cause that isn't what it looks to me!" I squeal. "We're in love with each other but you keep pushing me away for a reason that I don't understand. I want you and now, I'm pretty sure you want me too. What we have been doing there isn't just a hook-up session to pass the time and you know it!"

"It doesn't matter what I want!"

"It does," I cry back. "It does to me! Cause I'm the one living with your poor decisions. I'm the one missing you at the end of the day. I don't know what is wrong with you but you need to stop and go after what you want, Corbyn,"

"I can't be with you! Don't you fucking understand this? I'll destroy you one way or another,"

"Oh, yea? And when exactly did you realize that? After I fell for you? You knew what we were and you didn't stop chasing me when I was so hurt and scared about us. So tell me the truth!"

"I can't. I can't do this with you! I can't stay away from you but you goddamn need to for your own sake. You need to stop forgiving me and letting me in every time,"

"I won't," I say raising my chin. "You can count on that."

"Why are you so naive?"

"Yes, I'm naive and stupid and pathetic but I'm not going to leave you, Corbyn. You better put that through your thick skull. You said to me that you would go anywhere and you didn't when I needed you. I don't know what on earth's happening in your life but I won't run," He looks up as if he's exasperated.

"Go out with him," He orders.

"What?"

"Go out with him, do whatever you want with him, sleep with him if you want, if that's what you need to do to stay the fuck away from me. Do you think I have been crying in my room alone? I have picked up my old life right where I left it. You can ask Dakoda if you want. I had been fucking sleeping with her and so many others that I don't care anymore,"

My stomach flips, vomit rising in my throat at the disgusting images my brain creates. I can't even think of Corbyn with other girls yet my imagination gets wild.

"You're lying!"

"Ask around!" He roars. "Ask whoever you want. We're done!"

"You're disgusting!" I shout. "You're pathetic! I might be weak and whining but I feel something when you're dead inside. I feel sorry for you!" I run away as fast as I can, again.