so hey guys! ive been working this over for months now, deciding whether I should or should post for ages. Yet I read something similar called The Art Of Kissing by a writer called Whispers-Of-Warning, and it gave me confidence that I would get a good response. I did initially post this about... Can't remember August last year but on a different site and I didn't get many reads so I took it down. Hopefully this will be different tho. Enjoy!
I sat at the back of the classroom, tapping my pencil impatiently as Mr. Harris waited for Will to a sweet he maths question on the board. We'd been sat here for at least a minute as Will stared vacantly at he numbers on the board.
The answer is x-2. I told myself for the seventeenth time, scowling at the back of Wills black haired head. No one can be that stupid, not even the infamous Will Herondale. He has the reputation of a heartless badboy who cares about no one and nothing apart from his motor bike and quite possibly his own face. Not that I blame him. He has elegant features, high cheekbones, long, thick lashes framing deep violet-blue eyes and black hair that falls almost too perfectly across his forehead and eyes. I find myself staring enviously at his full lips a lot, wishing to god I could just find a single imperfection to hold against him.
"Well? Will?" Mr Harris pushed, and I rolled my eyes. You won't get an answer from him, I thought pitifully at the middle aged teacher whose glasses always slipped down his nose and whose blond hair was thinning and receding past his temples.
The answer is x-2, you idiot.
Oh don't get me wrong, Will is much more than a pretty face... Apart from the fact he's not. He's rude, he's arrogant, the only thing quick about him is his wit, and even that sometimes just turns into hurtful comments. I've spent my whole life exposed to him, everywhere I turned, every time I spoke, he was literally right next to me, in the house next door. It didn't help that him and my sister Willow were practically inseparable. They'd been best friends since... God I can't even remember. Ever since he kicked that stupid football over the fence and she had answered the door. She'd simply picked up the ball and proceeded to kick it about with him, until our mother had instructed her inside. She was about 3, he was 4. Since then, Will, Willow and I had never been apart. Unfortunately.
It's fucking x-2, you idiot.
"Sorry, no clue." Will finally admitted, lounging back against his chair, and mr Harris exhaled heavily, before looking up at the class, half of them talking amongst themselves, for someone to answer the question. My hand shot up without delay. He smiled sweetly at me, nodding at me to give the answer.
"X-2" I said, looking pointedly at the back of Wills head, and as of he could feel my gaze, he turned around in his chair, meeting my eyes. He gave me a lazy smirk and cocked a delicate eyebrow at me, before turning back around, kicking his bag out from under the table and flipping it open. There were no books, don't be daft, but his bike helmet, a few bottles of liquor and a bad of weed. He preceded to take out the weed none too discretely before rolling two joints. I watched him restlessly as Mr Harris wrote the answer. Any second now, he could turn and Will would be caught. Don't get me wrong, I would love nothing more than for Will to get what was coming his way, but that second joint was mine, and I couldn't risk being caught out too.
Okay, so here's the deal. I'm not a compulsive eater, alcoholic, bad ass, junkie or druggie, but I'm also not the nerd everyone thinks I am. Yes, I enjoy outsmarting the whole class about a dozen times, but I also like feeling like if I failed, it wouldn't matter. I shift a little in my seat, nails digging into my palm as I watch Will move painfully slow, and I saw him grinning from here. Damn him, he's doing it to spite me. I balls my fists tighter, focusing on his long, calloused fingers as they slowly started to roll the paper. My eyes narrow as he stops, unravelling it and placing it's content neatly inside again.
"Cassie?" The voice shocked me, and I jumped slightly, looking around in confusion, unclenching my hands. The voice had come from none other than the boy next to me. Dreamy Jem Carstairs. I had to stop myself drooling at the mere thought of him. I met his silvery eyes which curved slightly to reveal he used to live in china. His pale skin covers fine, delicate bones, and everything about him is slight, apart from his height. He's surprisingly tall. He gives me a kind smile, flipping a silver lock of hair out of his eyes cutely, and I can't help smiling back. He's so sweet. He is literally sweet enough to cause a cavity. Or three.
"Hey." My voice was a little squeaky, but he took no notice. He just continued to smile, nodding towards the welts rising on my palm, his eyebrows furrowing with concern.
"You okay there?" He asked, holding his hand out towards me. His fingers were thin, relatively long, and splattered with scars as if he worked with them frequently. He did, of course. He was a horse rider, and cleaning the tack or shoeing the horses had left his hands artfully scarred. I immediately shied back as if he was going to hurt me, and kicked myself. I'm such a dweeb. He seemed slightly taken aback, but showed nothing but kindness, his hand still outstretched, his eyes meeting mine softly.
"It's okay, I'm alright." I spluttered, shoving my hands deep inside my jean pockets. Jem withdrew his hands without so much of a bat of an eye, still smiling, but there was something behind those silvery eyes all of a sudden. I felt someone's eyes on me, and sneaked a look over at Will, just to see if he was done. He was already looking at us both, surveying us with amusement, the two blunts laying in his left palm.
"As long as you're sure." He whispered, before turning away from me and looking at the front again. I turned back too, frowning at myself, wishing I was more like Jessamine, the head cheerleader. She had the kind of blond hair that always seemed flawless in comparison to my untameable coppery brown mess, which had to be brushed a million times before the curls were presentable. She was beautiful, no question, the same height as me, but with double DDs instead of Cs, brown eyes instead of green, bigger hips, bigger bum... Well, she's just better than me. But I wasn't Jessamine, I was a total alien when it came to Jem. He was just so cute, and when he smiled, butterflies sprung inside my stomach. I stared forward again, to see Will still smirking, his leather jacket slightly rumpled, his tight black tee straining against the muscles of his chest.
He nodded once to the window, and I didn't need to look to know what he meant. Outside, there was a row of dumpsters under a low hanging roof. On top of the room, easily accessible to those who dared, was a flat expanse of concrete where people sit, playing music and sitting on makeshift seats made of crates. We met there regularity, when he was... Supplying me. We'd meet there again. After the bell.
X-2, you stupid idiot. I recited to distract myself from his dark smile and suggestive eyes.
The bell went and I was up like a shot, collecting my bag and rushing towards the back of the playground, nearing the bins, the smell of rotting garbage making me want to hurl. I went to walk forward a step, but there was a hand on my arm, pulling me back. I rolled my eyes, yanking my arm from Wills teasing grip, turning to face him. He was still smirking, his eyes alight with amusement.
"Jelly legs, little C?" He teased, referring to the way I'd acted around Jem earlier. I scowled at him as he hopped easily on top of the bin, before holding out his hand to me. I took it, hating the fact I could never fully get up alone. He hauled me up, before grabbing onto the low drain, swinging himself onto the tiles. I followed easily, years of gymnastics finally laying off, and I joined Will atop the room. There were already people sitting on crates, the stereo pumping out a loud, heavy bass beat. Some I recognised, Thomas, Maia, Clary and Sophie, others were all unfamiliar. We walked over to the one remaining crate, forced to either share one or one of us sit on the floor, and I plonked down, taking up the seat before he could do so himself. He rolled his eyes, sinking down next to my leg, leaning back against the corner of the crate as he drew out the blunt. I snatched mine, lighting it with a spare match from chemistry, before taking a long drag, exhaling the smoke. The first drag was always bitter, and I cringed at the familiar taste.
"I wasn't that bad." The lie fell flat, and he snorted, smoke coming out of his nose in cool rings. Even I wouldn't have believed myself.
"Anyway, it doesn't matter, not like he gives a damn." I shrugged, kicking angrily at my bag. I took another draw, feeling the affects take hold. I started to relax, my muscles softening as Will looked up at me with a disbelieving expression.
"You kidding? Kid has a crush on you big time. Are you blind or just simply retarded?" He asked, and I kicked him in the ribs, not that he cared. He shoved on my knee, nearly causing me to topple backwards, before laughing to himself. I frowned, no one had ever called me that. No one had ever insinuated I was stupid. Yet when it comes to boys, I guess I am. This is where Will has the upper hand. He's dated so many girls, I've lost count. He knew everything there was to know about crushes, and he was saying Jem had one on me. I blushed at the thought of Jem feeling anything towards me, smiling a little as I I hailed another puff.
"Really? Jem?" I asked stupidly, and Will laughed, his head falling against my knee. I felt his chest vibrate against my thigh, and my stomach twisted like it always did. Ugh, he unsettled me, I thought as I tried to drown the feeling in weed. When Will recovered, he sat up, giving me a wide, goofy smile.
"Yeah, definitely. God, you know nothing!" He elongated the word nothing to emphasise the extent of my lack of knowledge, and I attempted to push him away, but it was halfhearted. I was way too high now to really care what he said.
"Not everyone can have your area of expertise." I wiggled my eyebrows at him, and Sophie chorused her agreement loudly before taking a swig from the vodka at her feet. He rolled his eyes, resting his chin on my knee and clicking his jaw. The movement made me feel sick, but I didn't move away, smoking my weed slowly as he blew rings at my face.
"Well, miss x-2, I'd give anything to be able to pass Maths, even my 'advanced sex knowledge'" he quoted the sex bit with his fingers, before giving me a smile. A thought entered my watered down brain, and maybe it was the weed, or how desperate I was, but I sat up a little straighter, putting out my blunt. He watched me in confusion as I moved up on the crate, patting the space beside me.
"I'll trade ya. Teach me how to do all that shit with boys, and I'll tutor you in math." I met his eyes evenly, and he cocked his head, raising an eyebrow, before putting out his blunt and sitting beside me, his legs pressed into my own. I turned so I could face him properly, and he smirked, almost laughing, but keeping his composer. Barely.
"Alrighty it's a deal." He stuck out his hand, and I shook it, giggling slightly. This was all so stupid, I couldn't help laughing as he placed his hands just above my knees, his fingers pressing into my flesh.
"What's first?" I asked, and he mused over it a second, tapping his fingers against my skin, and I tried not to take any notice of how his skin seemed to burn against my own, a strange, swelling feeling starting in the pit of my stomach. Maybe I was going to be sick. Why was I even doing this? I hated Will! He was annoying as hell, he always pissed me off, yet he was the one to go for for advice on this. Sure, I could have gone to Nate Gray, one of my other friends, or maybe even Magnus, both would have been willing to help, but Will was here, and he would do I suppose.
"Well I guess simple talking would be good." He teased, and I gave his shoulder a shove, already turning away from him. I knew how to talk to boys, I could talk to Nate as sexually as I wanted, wanna know why? Because I knew nothing would happen. I was comfortable with Nate. Jem... Not so much. Of course, now I knew he liked me, it would be easier. A lot easier.
"I can talk, you know I can. Think of Nate and I." I suggested, referring to the way Nate and I would act as if we were dating, whispering dirty words to each other, before exploding in a fit of giggles. Will nodded thoughtfully, his thumb swirling patters across my thigh, making me squirm. He noticed the gesture, light creeping into his eyes suddenly. He smiled slowly, the corner of his mouth turning up at the sides.
"Simple kiss, perhaps. Just a touch of the lips. Alright?" He asked, waiting for my permission. I hesitated slightly, not sure whether I wanted will kissing me out in the open like this. But what choice did I have? If I didn't let him, I would never know what to do with Jem, and my life would be over. I grit my teeth slightly, relaxed from the weed, before leaning forward a little, nodding at him.
"Alright." I agreed, and Will smiled before moving forward the rest of the way, his lips caressing mine. The touch of his lips against mine ignited an inferno inside my chest, colours exploding behind my eyelids as his lips brushed mine, soft and warm, all feathery and light. Something snapped within me, and I found myself leaning forward, turning my head slightly to gain more access, putting more pressure on our lips. Then, he was pulling away, and I opened my eyes, meeting his as my stomach twisted, a hunger settling in. Damn munchies. For some reason my lips seemed to follow his as he withdrew, searching for someway to quell what was building side me, and I gripped a handful of his hair, pulling him forward so his lips touched mine. He made a surprised noise, his lips a little uncertain as I pressed against him, before he leaned into me a little more, pressing his hand more firmly into my leg. I didn't seem to be able to think anymore as my fingers pulled at his hair, trying to get closer. He groaned, and I worried that pulling on his hair hurt him, but then he was kissing me a little harder, as if he felt my uncertainty, reassuring me that this was okay. His hands, which has been stationary on my knees, moved up, caressing my thighs, making my core tighten as his fingers drifted up my hips, avoiding my most sensitive part, before gliding up my waist and to my shoulders, brushing the skin at my throat. I gasped against his lips at the feeling of his delicate fingers, and he moved them into my hair, taking the opportunity of my open mouth to open his, his breath hot and hard mingling with mine. I made a strange noise, a sort of moan as his fingers pulled on a lock of hair, and I felt his muscles tense before he pulled back slightly, his chest rising and falling with hard breaths.
"Cass." He whispered, a sort of warning almost, his hands going back to my shoulder as if he was about to push me away as I leaned forward again, trying to find purchase with his lips against my own. He didn't try to stop me as I kissing him again, moving my lips across his with a hard pressure that made him tighten his fingers in the material around my shoulders as if restraining himself from doing something he shouldn't. He gave a shuddering breath as I hungrily pushed against him, but before I could let my body run away with itself, he was pulling back, his hands unyielding on my shoulders, not letting me follow.
"Cass." He said more firmly this time, and I listened. I dropped my hands from his hair, feeling incredibly stupid and juvenile. Why did I have to be such an impulsive person? I looked down at my lap, not wanting to meet his eyes. His hands fell from my shoulders and landed back where they started above my knees, but a little higher, further up my thighs. The buzz was starting to wear off, and I realised for the first time we had an audience, who were all now booing and shaking their heads. I blushed bright red, biting my lip, wishing I had been more controlling.
"Cassie?" Will said, bending down so his mouth was by my ear, making me wriggle and squirm. I didn't respond, so his hand squeezed my thigh, making my core pulse and me flush even worse.
"Cass." He whispered a little more kindly, and I looked up, meeting his wide eyes. I felt so naive, my bottom lip jutting out in a pout that made him smile. He lifted his hand up, his thumb dragging my bottom lip down slightly, and I narrowed my eyes at him, raising an eyebrow.
"I was really bad, wasn't I." It wasn't a question, it was a statement, one that was increasingly hard to say while his thumb was still on my bottom lip. He snorted a little at that, and my suspicions were confirmed. I'd been awful! Laughable! I felt humiliation and hurt rise in my chest, and I started to pull away, not wanting to humiliate myself further. His hand quickly knotted into my hair, forcing me to stay in place, and I shot him a half pathetic, half agitated look.
"No, no. It's not that. Just too fast, alright. We need to take this slowly so I can explain it all." He reassured, and I sighed in relief, relaxing a little, and when he was sure I wouldn't pull away, he let go of my hair, moving his hand back to my knees, putting some of his weight on them. The gesture sent shots of electricity up my legs, and I gasped a little at how the mere transfers of weight felt. I kept my eyes locked on his as I bit my lip, restraining myself. I'm such an adrenaline junkie, I swear. Anything that give me a thrill, with a slight danger/fear factor just drives me nuts. His eyes darken slightly, and I can see his shoulders tensing.
"Does it hurt? You sounded hurt when I pulled your hair." I asked innocently, watching his eyes swim with something I didn't recognise. At the mention of the incident, his eyes somehow grew a little darker, his hands moving up an inch on my thighs, gripping tighter, making me yelp. Something was there again, the munchies, that made me want to feel it more. More pain, more thrill. I knew it was the weed, I knew it was the drug making me crave it, but that didn't make it easier to stop.
"Hurt? No. Not hurt. I made that noise because I liked it." His voice was lower, had a tint to it I didn't know, yet I found it made me want to feel things more. My mind was screaming, my heart was pounding, and my hands moved from where they sat in my lap to cover his fingers.
"You really don't know anything, do you?" He asked, looking down at where my hands covered his. I frowned slightly at his statement, but non the less I lifted his hands off of my legs, only letting his fingertips trail across my skin, making me feel like an electric charge was being run over small areas as I moved his hands, his finger nails raking against my skin. I moved forward in my seat, wanting his nails further up my thighs, and I heard his breathing hitch as his nails scratched the bottom of one of my pockets. Chills ran down my spine as I let his hands drop there, wanting him to do it, and as if he could read my mind, he spread his fingers wide across the top of my thigh.
"Too fast?" I breathed as I looked into his eyes, but he wasn't looking at my face anymore. His eyes were consumed by the sight of my top riding up my waist from when I had moved forward, exposing the flat expanse of my stomach, only showing half of my navel. He didn't move, didn't even seem to breath, but his hands were tightening around my thighs, making me whimper and mewl at him. Finally, he blinked, swallowing hard.
"Too fast indeed, little C." He let me drop instantly, moving away from me to pick up his bag. I felt rejected and un satisfied as I watched him get ready to go, turning back to me and grinning, like nothing had happened.
"Don't wanna be late now, do we keen bean?" He smirked, and I rolled my eyes, picking up my bag and shoving my way past him. I jumped down off of the room, landing solidly on the bins, before leaping to the floor and waiting for Will. When he joined me, instead of passing me the two fifty for the bus ride home, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him. I prepared myself for another slow, torturous kiss, one that left me more wanting that I already was now, but instead, his lips landed hotly on my neck, just below my jaw. I tilted my head back, allowing him to suck gently on the skin, because damn did it feel good. His breath was hot as he opened his mouth, and I melted as his tongue brushed the skin artistically, before he bit me. That did it.
"Oh." I gasped, hands moving to his hair, pushing him against me, but it was too late, he was done. He pulled back with a smirk, making anger and want simmer dangerously in the pit of my stomach. He gave me a wink before pulling on his biker helmet, leaving the face guard up so I could see him.
"See ya later teach, round bout 7 for maths?" But he didn't wait for my reply, instead he just walked off, leaving me desperately hungry and without money for the bus.
Damn x-2 for getting me into this.
so what do you think guys? Will be introducing Mortal instruments characters later on like Simon and Jace just not yet. So anyone looking for the crossover part it's next chapter in more depth. Please review xx
