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Auraugust Day 22: Vivid | Fleeting

Perhaps in another time, another life, we would have made something more of this.

warnings: swearing, mention’s of blood, mention’s of violence

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part six: the deal

i walk out of the bathroom, my thoughts in a 𝚝𝚑𝚎 blur. fuck fuck fuck fuck. why did i do that. why the fuck did i do that. my feet take me outside to the parking lot, im on autopilot. i walk to boris's car and open the drivers side door falling into his lap sobbing. "lucy?", i can hear theo say as i sob into boris's t shirt. "what happened? what's wrong?", boris says lifting me up and walking me to the back seat, placing me and himself back in the car. he looks at my hands, "fuck, are you bleeding?", he says worried. he tries to take one of my hands but as soon as i touches it i recoil back in pain. i shake my head no and look at theo. "it was the girl from english,", i turn my head to boris, "your ex girlfriend.", i say embarrassed. i realize im crying and wipe my clean hand across my cheek. boris looks at theo, "go back inside theo, we leave now. i pick you up later, yes?.", he says. theo, who's mouth is open in horror and confusion, nods and crawls across to the drivers side and leaves the car. boris lifts my chin up, "i take you to my house now, ok? we talk there.", he says before opening the back door and getting back in the drivers seat. the ride home is silent. the only thing i hear is my heart pounding and the thoughts racing through my head. he's going to hate me. i just met him yesterday and have already punched his ex like some crazy obsessed girlfriend. he's gonna get scared and never talk to me again. in a month theo and him will laugh about the crazy bitch they spent the night with one night and freaked out the next day. he pulls into his driveway and gets out of the car. as i hold my head down in shame and anger, he opens the back door. "let's go inside.", he says holding out his hand to me. i grab it, flinching from the pain in my own hand when i do so. we walk inside, my hand still in his as he leads me to the kitchen sink. as soon as he lets go of my hand i cover it with my other. he looks at me, "let me see.", he says looking in my puffy eyes. i bring my hand up, limp, as he takes it and examines it. "it's not broken,", he says, "is good thing, we won't have to go to hospital.", he tells me with a serious yet sympathetic voice. he runs the water at the kitchen sink, and puts my hand under it. i wince in pain as he softy cleans kailey's blood off of it. i'm a horrible person. sure she might have said something's i didn't deserve, but she definitely didn't deserve to get punched for it.    my thoughts are interrupted as he turns off the water and leads me to the small couch in the living room. he picks popchyk, who was peacefully sleeping, up off the couch and places him on the floor. he sits me and himself down and lifts my head up to look at me. "what happened?", he asked in a caring tone. i take a deep breath, "i walked into the bathroom and i swear i didn't even realize it was her. she started saying all this stuff to me, telling me i was a slut, saying that i slept with you, saying that everyone at school would know how easy i am. i promised didn't even make the connection to who she was till i-", he cuts me off. "till you put her in her place.", he says. confusion twists around my face. is he not pissed at me? is he not scared of my outburst? does he not think i'm some psycho bitch? he sees the look on my face and speaks again, "she can be a real bitch. you stood up for yourself. you didn't take her shit.", he says still holding my face. i spit out the first words i can think of, "your not mad?", i say still shocked. this makes him laugh, "ha! mad? no, i'm proud new girl. you've got balls. she's fucking crazy! anyone at school will tell you that.", he says smiling. he seems almost amused? even maybe impressed? "i promise i wasn't being a weirdo crazy bitch when i did it, i was just so..so fucking mad she would talk to me like that.", i say remembering the way she spoke to me. "trust, she's gotten her ass beat plenty times for running her mouth.", he tells me. 

"well why hasn't she learned her fucking lesson yet? boris she was talking about you like you two were...a thing. tell me if there's something there, cause if there is i shouldn't be sharing a bed with you, i shouldn't be wearing your clothes, i shouldn't be-", he cuts me off again, but not with words this time. he cuts me off with a kiss. he pulls away and looks at me, "ive been wanting to do that since yesterday. nothing between me and her. but something between us, yes? i know it's fast but i feel it.". my mind is in jumbles, i don't understand what just happened. i don't understand what to say. of course i feel the same way, but everything is happening too fast. i don't want to rush into something with a kid i just fucking met yesterday. i'm not twelve years old, i don't just get into a relationship with the first guy who shows interest in me. but fuck. there's something special about this russian boy. my body overpowers my mind. i kiss him back.

i pull away as soon as my mind realizes what im doing. "i-i can't be in a relationship right now. i can't be the girl who gets into a relationship with someone she just met. i'm not that type of person.", i stutter, i honestly can't tell if im saying this for him to understand, or for me. he smiles and shrugs his shoulders unfazed by my words. "i guess we won't call this a relationship then, we'll call it...", he thinks for a moment, "a friendship. but the kind where im allowed to do this," he leans in and kisses me again. he pulls away, "and you tell me when you want to call it something different, yes?", he says with a smile. fuck. i look at him as he waits for my answer, "we can't tell anyone, not theo, not anyone at school. not until we figure out if the connection is genuine, or just some random physical attraction. understood?", i say in the most serious tone i can muster. "like secret. yes, i can keep us a secret until you're ready.", he says thinking about my words and taking in exactly what they mean. "it's a deal.", he says holding out his hand. i take his hand , "it's a deal", i say shaking it. "ow fuck!", i say when i pull my hand back. he laughs, "come new girl, let's get you some ice for that right hook.", he says helping me off the couch. this is either going to be amazing, or the worst decision i've ever made.

authors note:

sorry for the short part!

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"I'm so glad you decided to stay."