Out In the Open; Chapter Two: Then Strip.
By: x - - unwrittenMELODY
Second chapter, yus.
From Darren's POV. It begins to get hot in this one, but not yet.
Last chapter will be up soon.
Uh, yeah. It's M for later chapters. That and frequent cursing, and a slight bondage/hints or abuse;
BTW: This takes place after my story Crazy for you. It will make alot more sense if you read it (or skimmed it).
BTW 2: This is sort of a AU so it only focuses on Darren and Steve's relationship before the book (and they are 17, okay?)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything beside's the fact I wrote this. Not Darren or Steve, but only my insane fangirl fantasy's. Yes.
Enjoy!
So this is what heart ache feels like. I didn't know it would sting or hurt this bad. What could I have done to hurt him even worse? I didn't think, I only acted. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I pulled the covers closer to my chin, already wound into a tight ball, trying not to look at my reflection. The mirror across my bed kept showing the shame I had put myself into. What did I ever do to deserve this? All I wanted was love... all of it. Here I was, crying and whimpering and quivering like a baby, because I hurt the person I never wanted to hurt in the first place.
"I'm sorry."
I saw you kiss her.
I did, but Steve, you got it all wrong. I... I didn't mean to. SHE kissed ME. I didn't... I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't want to. I wanted us to be happy. Is it stupid of me to still have feelings for Becca, too?
"Damn it..."
I thought I could trust you.
A searing pain flew through my chest as I sat up from my fetal position, holding my head, tears running down my cheeks.
"You can trust me Steve! You can. You can! Why can't you-"
I sat there, staring blankly at my wall in disbelief. I was talking to myself, to my thoughts. Steve wasn't here right now, in fact, Steve had been avoiding me all week. I called him, I could tell he pressed ignore after the second ring. I text him, never replied back, even though I saw he looked at them. He switched seats in all of the classes we had together, refusing to even look at me. It's been only a few days, but I couldn't cope with this. I couldn't deal with the change.
And I felt to dirty right then.
I stood up, tripping over my book bag and lifted my mattress up, revealing the pack of cigarettes I had stashed under it. I needed one, so bad. I opened my window slowly and crossed over to the tree next to my bedroom and sat there for a little while. The chill ran up and down my exposed legs as I sat there, not caring if I was only in a shirt and boxers. I lit the cigarette and took a deep drag, exhaling slowly.
I really thought you were the one.
"Steve..."
Never would of guessed it would be you of all people who would hurt me the most...
I crushed the cigarette butt into the trunk of the tree and flicked it into my yard, it soon forgotten amongst the grass. I pulled my legs up to my chest and sat there for who knows how long. I think I feel asleep, because dawn was coming. It was Friday, school was today. Shit, Steve always skipped on Fridays. No Steve today...
Your gonna pay for this Shan.
Shan.
"Shan! Asshole, I finally come to see you, and you ignore me?"
My eyes snapped open and I was so in shock, I fell out of the tree. My pack of cigarettes did, too and fell to the ground below me. I caught onto a branch, feeling my finger's slip. I hissed as splinters began to dig into my skin before I finally released myself from the branch. The landing wasn't a pretty one, and I winced as I wobbled a bit, the throbbing in my hand just as bad. I lifted my foot to see that, in turn, had crushed my only pack of cigarettes.
"Your such a klutz."
"Well, you know me."
He only shrugged his shoulders, looking away from me, shoving his hands in his pockets. He was here. He was really here, standing in front of me. I would go up to him and run my finger's through his dark hair, but I restrained myself and stood there watching him. I was just so happy to see him right then, it was unbearable. I felt the tears I had cried out earlier was crusted on my cheeks, but I didn't care. Steve was here, in the flesh, in front of me.
"I'm sorry," was the first thing that came from my mouth and I watched Steve kick the my discarded cigarette butt before giving a sharp glare my way.
"Quit pulling that 'I'm sorry' shit," he said in a harsh tone, and I frowned involuntarily.
"Well your the one here at my house at the crack of dawn!"
"I am, aren't I?" he murmured, kicking the butt a few more times, still not meeting my eyes.
Was this his sick joke or thought of some sort of twisted mind game? He's been ignoring me since... the incident, and now he just shows up at my house, at an ungodly hour, confusing me. I held my head, a headache beginning to press on. I winced at the splinters that were in my skin and I idly took them out, the silence between us growing as thick as the tension. It was like a thick smog.
"Steve, what are you trying to do? Just come here to mess with my head?" I sighed, finally pulling out all the splinters in my hand; there were nine of them.
"I hate you so much right now, it's not even funny."
I froze, looking up to see his gaze was at me, and I could feel tears piling up behind my eyes. He said he hated me, but his tone wasn't one of hate. It was one of hurt. Even with the fire in his eyes, I saw the hurt in them.
"Steve..."
"How could you do this to me? How could you do this?" he murmured, clenching his fists and I trembled, those tears pushing themselves closer to pouring out.
"I didn't want to hurt you, okay?" I began, taking a few steps closer to him, holding onto his black jacket, wanting him to look me in the eyes.
"Darren..."
"I didn't want to, okay? Yeah, okay, I still like Becca," I started, watching him flinch and begin to pull away, "but I love you. You didn't hear that part."
He stopped moving, but didn't move, still refusing to look into my eyes.
"I told her I didn't want to be with her."
"Bullshit!" he growled, and next thing I knew, my back was thrown the tree trunk and I stared at him in shock.
"Your a fucking LIAR!" he yelled and my eyes unintentionally shifted to my parent's window, and I was hoping they weren't going to wake up to Steve's shouting.
"Look at me, Shan!" he pulled me to him and then slammed my back into the tree trunk, causing pain to coil through my body.
"I love you."
"Bullshit!'
"I'm sorry."
"Shut the hell up!"
"How can I prove it to you?"
He paused, still glaring at me with gritted teeth, acknowledging my proposal and I whined, the pain in my back almost unbearable.
"Such a girl," he mumbled, letting me go and moved away from me, but his eyes were still trained on me.
I sank to my hands and knees, wincing from the pain that surfaced all along my back. I saw a pair of dirty sneakers before me and my head was jerked up. Steve pulled at my hair, and even though I tried to hold it in, a moan came from my mouth.
"Didn't I say you'd PAY, Shan?"
I moaned once more when he jerked on my hair again and I gasped as he pushed me to the ground. I didn't move, only stared up at him with half-lidded eyes. Jeez, how could I be aroused by all of this? Steve was too attractive, too sexy when he was angry. It was unbearable, and even though I knew this was the wrong time, I couldn't help but want him to do it again.
"Steve, I-"
"You want to make it up to me, right?" he asked me, a evil glint in his eyes and mine widened, but I gulped and nodded slowly, slightly unsure.
"Get up."
"W-What?"
"Up Shan," he demanded, pulling me up my by hair and pulled me towards the tree, pushing me into it.
"Climb it," he commanded and I looked back at him, unbelieving.
"Steve, what the hell?"
"Climb it, Darren," he said in a dark tone and I complied, and he followed suit after me.
We both were crouched in the tree when I looked over to him, but he wasn't looking back at me. He pointed to my bedroom and I stared at him, and he only pushed me slightly, giving me only a few seconds chance to recover myself before I was to fall. I cautiously crossed the way from the tree into my room, and Steve was in there only a few seconds later, shoving me into my bed. I quickly flipped over and licked my lips nervously, his look getting more sinister by the moment.
"Steve, look-"
"Shut up, Shan. You said you wanted to make it up to me, right?" he asked, planting either hand beside my head and I nodded, not able to look away from his eyes.
"Then strip. I'll show you what it feels like to exposed."
Ah, second chapter is complete.
One more to go.
Also, I should tell you how the POV goes;
1st chapter: third person limited ; 2nd chapter: Darrens POV ; 3rd chapter: Steve's POV.
Okay, well thank you for reading!
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