Chappie 15
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Clay sat beside me in silence as he drove down the road. My head swam in dizziness and my whole body felt like I was burning. Just sitting next to him made me breathless. I turned to the window and swigged the whiskey out of sight. When in doubt drown the doubt away,
"Where we going?" I mumbled not looking at him. Jee Scarlet get a grip, drinking away your feelings really wasn't helping,
"To a hotel. I have to return the car,"
"To who?" I asked,
"Amilla."
"Is she going to stay with us?" So we were going back to the ice queen. Great,
"She's really a nice person Scarlett." He must have heard the angry in my voice,
"Sure." I mumbled, feeling, what did I feel? Why was I angry? I didn't even know her but rage burnt into me. I screwed off the whiskey lid not even caring when Clay saw me with it in my hands. He did a double take and swerved the car on to the side of the road in a angry motion, making me spill the whiskey. Oh great now I stunk even more.
"s**t Clay when you're gonna go all grand theft auto let me know!" I shouted. Clay looked at me in silence and his face was deadly serious. Deadly angry, in fact I could see him taking deep breaths to calm down, bad ass,
"Give me the bottle Scarlett." He said softly. I went to and I suppose it would have saved a load of hassle if I had but, but I suppose I'd had a drink and I was feeling pretty bad ass myself. I mean he was my body guard, not my dad,
"No." I said and pulled the lid off and downed the burning liquid. Clay snatched it away and glared at me,
"You're not even old enough to drink!" He snapped. Another dig at my age, "I also thought you were more mature. Not just some stupid rich kid." His words stung. I mean just because he was a few years older than me, well it didn't mean anything. I glared at Clay's green eyes and some of the angry left me. Crap Scarlett, no. You can't let him in, but his stare was like heat and I was the butter he was melting,
"I'm not a kid, I'm just trying to..." Trying to what? Why was I even drinking? Because people said it helped. "Look it was only a bit..." Like half the bottle,
"You're not even legal." He hissed again. Which was true. Seventeen,
"I'm old enough to choose for myself." I muttered and stared out the window looking at the farm fields which spread out in every direction,
"Are you? Because from where I'm sitting the choices you've made lately are getting stupider and stupider." He hissed. What he said made me feel angry all over again,
"My choices are stupid? So running off was stupid..."
"Yes!" He interrupted but I was too mad to stop,
"...trying to stop people dying because of me was stupid! I am so scared, so damn scared and I can't do anything because I'm just some stupid little girl who can't protect herself and everyone has to put their life..."
"Why are you scared?" He said and it stopped me from ranting. I stared at him in silence for a long time,
"I'm scared your gonna die." I mumbled. His eyes widen and just in that moment I think he knew. I think he realised how I felt about him and it made my cheeks flush deeply red. Suddenly the car was feeling hot,
"I'm not going to die." He breathed deeply and sighed, "I've made such a mess of things." He turned so his whole body was facing me,
"What do you mean?" My whole body was tingling on fire from his stare. I wasn't suppose to be feeling this! I was suppose to be sinking these feelings away,
"There's something about you Scarlett. Something which I can't even explain." He moved forwards. My brain was screaming- this is not a good idea get out! But my heart was burning in pain and I realised this time. I couldn't, I couldn't turn away. I was frozen as he leaned forwards bringing our faces so close there was barley a cookie biscuit between us,
"Don't be scared Scarlett." He whispered and brought his lips down sweetly on the bare skin of my neck. I melted, my weakly built walls collapsed and I shivered,
"Are you cold?" He kissed on my throat,
"I'm not cold." I whispered, amazed I could even talk. Clay wrapped his hands in my hair,
"I love your hair." He breathed and he moved my face towards his. I let him,still unable to move and when he kissed me. A million stars sparked inside me and I kissed him back. His lips tasted sweet and warm and like the best taste in the world. It was slow and soft but hungry like we were both starving. Full of a dark passion which fed us. I couldn't get enough. In a swift second Clay was hovering over me, his body warmth sinking into me. The kiss enveloped into something stronger, something deeper. His hands ran along under my top in sensation circles. I gasped on his lips as he trailed his hands along the top of my bra. Clay stopped and stared at me. He was breathing heavy,
"That shouldn't have happened." He gasped and tried to pull away but I didn't let him and slid my hands around his neck. Well I'd had a kiss now. I wanted one more before we let this be a mistake. I lent forward. Please let me sexy god,
"It shouldn't have..." I muttered and softly, oh so softly let my lips trail along his. Clay moaned which made heat run up my neck. His hands trailed under my top again, slowly curving under my bra. I wanted him. No one ever had touched me in that way, but I wanted him, more than anything.
Tap Tap Tap
Clay pulled away swiftly and stared out the window.
"It's the police. Please step out of the vehicle."
Oh crap.
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