Chapter 29 Guess who failed their exams!!.... yup me! I am so clever I got almost all my questions wrong and my english story was as they put it 'Not on the subject we had hoped for and not structured as should, it lacks that pull yet very descriptive.' hmmm the story I did was about a girl who think's she's an outsider but she actaully isnt because a guy notices her and is actually in love with her but he's an outsider and in the end it's too late because they both kill themselves... I loved writing it though I put so much emotion in and I got an F! -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 29 Bob’s P.O.V We sat under our usually tree, I lay my head back against the bark and Bee lay her head back against my shoulder upset about something Kaitlynn had said, all the buzz from this morning has disappeared. Frank and Gerard sat in each other’s laps sneaking kisses and whispering, Ray sat a little bit apart from the very moody Mikey but kept sneaking glances at each other along with smirks when they caught each other looking. I was used to this; I was used to the people around me happy and in love, warm and cheery, I used to envy them so much and try to ignore them whilst they kissed and hugs and laughed. I used to feel so broken and damaged that no one wanted me that I wanted to shut myself off and feel the one feeling I had left I knew I could trust to be there, pain. Bringing flesh to point and feeling that spark that ignited everything, it banished the emptiness and filled me with the feeling I knew so well. But I didn’t need that now, I had Bee. I looked down to my shoulder to check she was still there; thankfully my eyes met her empty looking brown pupils; my past occurring in my mind made me feel slightly depressed and it must have showed. “You okay baby?” she asked stroking my cheek making it tingle and turn it warm. “Yeah, I was just thinking don’t worry, I’m fine.” I sighed and placed my hand over hers that lay cupped on my jaw; I linked our fingers and pulled them down holding them in my lap. “What were you thinking about?” she asked her eyes lay on our conjoined hands. “The old me.” I whispered into her ear and grazed my thumb over the back of her hand. “I don’t care which you you are as long as I have you with me and I know I’m safe that doesn’t matter to me.” I could feel her heart beat faster through her chest and onto my shoulder. “I love you.” I stated as I bent my neck down to steal a kiss. The feeling of cold against warm, coffee against cigarettes, soft against rough lips... I loved every kiss and every touch as they sent pulses and sparks through me and made my heart race like she was adrenaline. “I love you too.” She whispered against my lips when we broke apart and my eyes must have been big and bold as she let out little giggles at my facial expression. Every pulse in me went flooding to a part of my body that was a little too eager and wanting to stand to a halt. I thought against my body and turned deep red trying to cover up the embarrassing camel hump that I blushed to call a very big hard-on. Bee realised and blushed before sifting herself into my lap opening my legs wide so she could nestle between them and cover me. I beamed my embarrassed smile at her... God I hate being a stupid testosterone boosted teenager in love... she gave me her little goofy Gerard-like grin and lent back against me again her head back against my chest so I could rest my chin on her forehead and she closed her eyes as I watched her and wondered about what she was thinking or picturing under that thin layer of perfect silk skin. It was silent for a while apart from Mikey and Ray talking about comics and bands I had heard them tell each other to check out and Frank and Gerard talk about things I would rather not think about... They are such an awesome couple I think that their way of expressing their love is contact and emotion whereas with Bee and I it is more all talk and feelings and showing... not that we don’t get physical but it for us is our way of expression or we’ll just burst. “Bob?” Bee asks her fingers tracing circles in my leg leaving a little line from the fibres. “Yes honey Bee?” I sing in my weird monotone voice that doesn’t sound teasing or attractive. “When we are older will you take me all over to explore?” she asked finding a different spot on my leg closer to the wholes Frank had made in my jeans in the summer when he insisted to do it pleading and commenting on how it would be nice to see some flesh and it was big girl target... back then I laughed but now it was kinda cool ‘cus I don’t need them to attract girls but instead to keep Bee running her fingers round and round my knee feeling her cold tips against the warm. “Of course I will, we can go anywhere you want, as long as I am with you we can get lost and I’d still be happy.” I smiled catching her hand and just laying it on my knee whilst she grabbed my other hand and wrapped it around her waist and up under her cool t-shirt just to rest and caress on her cold smooth stomach. “I’ve dreamt ever since I was little to go to a beach and just lay back in someone’s arms reaching out into the hot sand and feel it in my fingers separate and mould back around it so carefully and delicately encasing them in the small grains. Just digging my hand deep to feel the dry smooth feeling sitting on the beach being able to do that feeling two heart beats and two body heats, watching as the sun sets and the sand turn from a beautiful golden spark into a pale cold white from the moon... that is where I want to go.” She lets her hands fall to the grass either side of us and rake it through her hands sighing and her eyes fluttering at the touch of a dream... a face I’d seen so many times when we were having sex... it was a face of pure pleasure and relaxed, it made me think about all the dreams she had in that head of hers... all the things she has missed out on. “Hey Bob I’d take her if I were you! Plenty of beach sex!” Frank shouted over. Bee lifted her head up and to the side to glare at Frank and I flushed red. “Dude that’s my sister!” Mikey spoke before I got a chance. “That’s why I didn’t say it to you f**kface!” Frank sneered at his best friend. “No but you will be to Gerard later tonight.” Ray laughed and Mikey shot him a ‘seriously-that-is-my-f**king-brother-you-are-talking-about’ look... honestly these guys were so lame it made no sense. “Okay can we all just shut up now.” I cringed and lay my head back. It was silent and I realised we only had a couple more minutes before the end of lunch and Bee and I would have to separate and then I wouldn’t be able to see her again until after her work shift... I guess that was good though because I really needed to think of a present for her birthday tomorrow. “One day I will make all your dreams come true, just me and you gorgeous, we will make our own little world where we will be together forever... I promise.” I whispered in her ear and nuzzled my face in her hair that smelt so perfect and unique that no other scent could copy or translate... could never be remade... Bee, her smell, her pure smell. I could feel her blush and also as I look at her face shying away I could see the cute little tear roll down her cheek. Before I could do or say anything more the bell rang and Bee was up and grabbing her messenger bag from beside us. “I will see you guys after work, later Gee, bye sweetie.” She kissed the top of my head then walked away from the fleeing group pulling her sleeves over her hands and holding them in a fist. I looked after her before getting up grabbing my backpack and following her... something didn’t feel right... like I shouldn’t let her out of my sight just yet. I followed her through the hall far enough behind just to see how she was settling in I guess. I felt like I just wanted to leap at her and hold her tight like a shield and walk her through the halls so no one could touch my precious Bee. It was when I saw her round the corner where I knew would be the worst place to walk through alone when I was grabbed and shoved into a locker. With pure rage I punched the guy holding me tightly against the locker one around my neck one on my shoulder. “What the f**k dude!” I shouted ignoring the hand gripping my throat against the locker. “That girl you were following, you better stay the f**k away Bryar, she is mine.” He snarled licking his lips... I was finally remembering who the guy was... it was a jerk called Adam who was a year bellow... then I realised that he had left my arms and legs free and had no back up. “Oh really Adam I don’t see you practically living with her, I don’t see you kissing her with lust and passion... do you?” I smirked and brought my leg up kicking him in the shin and bringing my fist up punching him in the eye and he doubles over. I tower over him. “Are you so f**king dumb that you haven’t even noticed how much I love her you sick prick, didn’t I make myself clear to every f**king person in this school that if you lay one finger on her... or even breathe near her I will beat your f**king butt into a pulp!” I shout at him as he lay still and I know what is coming next so all I do is wait. Then it comes his fist and body shoots up and goes to punch me when I grab his wrist and duck. It looks so ninja-y but I fail and his other fist knocks me on the nose which had no effect as a second later I am grabbing his collar and shoving him into a locker. “This is what you jerks do to my friends let’s see what happened when it is reversed.” I smirk and block the locker door. I see the crowd clear as I turn around and I check my nose. It’s bleeding but not broken or even hurt that much but I shrug and realised Bee has probably gotten to class okay and head off to my mom to see what she can do. Bee P.O.V I notice that Bob is following me but I don’t make it known to him I know, as I’m about the turn the corner to the corridor my class is in I feel his presence disappear and a whole new one form, it’s like death and alarms warning me. “Hey Way girl!” I hear one of the cheerleaders I just walked past call after me. “Hey Way! Wait up!” I hear another call and then soft but heavy pounds through the hall after me. Before I can blink I am being pulled around the face the two fake boobed and cement faced cheerleaders that I didn’t want to have anything to do with. They look at me with wide eyes. “What never seen someone normal before?” the one with dark hair barks at me. “I’ve seen normal and I’ve seen Barbie.” I mumbled clutching onto my sleeves like they were the only thing I had to really hold on for. “Well then, let us Barbie dolls tell you something straight, back off of Bob. He is ours; not some black emo gothic wrist cutting freak!” the other one with light blonde hair that was obviously died from its natural horrid dry brown. That’s when they grab me and push me back... being the absolute klutz I am I stumble back into someone who snaps ‘watch it!’ Before pushing me back to them. The brunette now has a little bit of my hair and is tugging at it. “Got the message freak?” she spat. “f**king fine.” I snarled and she let go and as I run my hand through the sore part I turn and find them gone and the corridor is almost empty. I walk back the way I came to maybe go find Bob and warn him about how two cheerleaders are after him and have their fork and spoon at the ready, I walk past a locker and I hear a whimper. “Bee help me.” I hear and it’s not a voice I recognise, I look towards the locker with a random bin in front of it and try to peer in through the vent gaps. “Who the f**k are you and how do you know my name?” I frown in confusion at the blue striped white full standing locker. “Just let me out and I’ll explain, please Bee.” The voice sounded so helpless and scared my hands were already at the broken dial just turning it, I moved the bin out of the way and pulled the locker door open. A guy in a football jacket jumped out of the too cramped locker straightening himself and running a hand through his stupid hair that clung to his face like a bowler hair cut but longer, I had defiantly never seen him before. “I’m Adam.” He put his hand out for me to shake but I rudely refused, I was not going to get involved with a jock. “Bandit.” I reply stiffly “As you know for some strange reason; may I ask how the f**k you got in there?” I gestured towards the abandoned locker. “Well let’s just say your boyfriend got the wrong idea and managed to fit me in there.” He sighed but I could tell there was something not quite right about him. “So you’re saying Bob put you in there?” I raised an eyebrow and he nodded. “It was totally worth it thought... I met you.” He smiled the ugliest smile ever showing his big rabbit teeth. Holy f**k he is freaking me out. My mind screamed for some kind of help. “How did you know my name?” my mind flashed back to my unanswered question. It was still afternoon registration and the corridors were empty and no one witnessed Adam push me slowly against the locker door he was just in and run his hands through my hair and neck. I squirmed but there was a weight on my shoulder that held me down, so I did what I knew now was best... I clenched my fist tight and put as much force as I could bringing it back and unleashing one big blow to his nose making him jump back clasping onto it and trying to stop the blood running freely. It didn’t stop him from stepping forward again and pressing his lips to mine with force making my head hit the locker door and the searing pain shoot through me. My arms came to his chest and I pushed and pushed but he wouldn’t budge. Every time I struggled and he attacked me more trying to prize my lips open but I kept them sealed tight. I knew what was happening and I knew I wouldn’t let it happen, in my final attempt I found my knee and used it; he doubled over the blood still running from his nose. “Don’t you ever try that again, if you didn’t learn the last time learn now that if you come anywhere near me I will cut off your little love truncheon with rusty shears and shove them up your butt, got me?” I spat towering over him, wow I like this Bandit... feisty. “I’m sorry, I was doing a favour for a friend.” He explained. “What by kissing me? I don’t see how that was a favour!” my voice grew louder but not loud enough to interrupt homerooms. “It was for Luke, to try and break you and Bob up, he is obsessed with you!” he huffed trying to stand. “Luke from the House of Horrors shop, he would do that and you agreed!” my jaw dropped. “I didn’t at first but then he showed me who you were and I gotta say Bandit you are really pretty, I’m so sorry... I’m gonna warn you Bandit, be careful.” He sucked in a sharp breath. The bell rang for last period and I found my feet running to class. I sat in last lesson thinking, scribbling down the words I heard from Mr Tyrer’s mouth not taking anything in, I couldn’t concentrate. Why would Luke piercings want to break Bob and I up? Why is he so obsessed? I had to be careful, why? Why am I always the one is danger? Had Bob been with those girls? Were those girls another part of Luke’s meddling?Adam came into class late with blood on his clothes and walking a little funny he gave me a little smile but I frowned at him. I had to forget. I needed to forget.