Chapter 2
She was pinned underneath his intense gaze not from his tight grip on her wrists. The black mask only highlighted his neon green eyes and she felt her insults stuck in her throat. Though, she was no damsel on distress; she could easily knock him down ten different ways from the position she was in. But as his green eyes dilated as he saw her and she froze.
Then she heard his soft husky whisper to her, his confession. He loved her. He was not thinking when he simply blurted out that. Wally took a few seconds to realize what he had just done. He had the daughter of one of the noblest men in town in a compromising position. He then remembered that if anyone caught him like this they would probably sentence him to death or worse … exile. She was from another man.
To him it was better dying loving than being lovesick, unable to just desire her smiles or simply know she was safe. Her blonde locks were now covered in mud and her sky blue dress felt so smooth in his rough calloused hands. He couldn't prevent his mind of thinking how smooth her skin felt too. How can someone so tough be so terse and fragile?
He knew he would miss her too much to let her go. He didn't want this to happen. Not after how he met her. Because when she appeared in that phantom forest she came like a soul searching for its counterpart, an angel, only for him. But fate had betrayed him and he was just denying the fact he had to let her go. Prolonging his hold on her he felt he made things better, because at that moment he wasn't reasoning he just existed because of her.
She couldn't hold his penetrating grassy green eyes, even with the mask hiding her own gray orbs so she tilted her head sideways avoiding him. The sound of her movement was heard so loud in the darkness of the night it woke him up of his train of thought.
He found his cheeks morphing into several red shades. His mouth suddenly opened making a tiny 'o'. She couldn't help but think how cute he looked when he made that surprised confused face. As if he had woken up from dreamland or came back from a journey to the moon.
Her gray eyes shot quickly towards him knowing that now that they were more conscious and their anger had ceased was time to confront whatever messed up relationship they had left. Her chest, suffocated by the tight corsage, rose and fell anxiously and she felt her oxygen disappearing. Besides his body was still pressed against hers and she couldn't hold a serious conversation like this.
She was about to sit up and clear his doubts when he kissed her fully thinking she was going to leave. In fact he wasn't thinking at all. He just acted. She just reacted. And it was then when they noticed their surroundings. Tiny fireflies flew in the pitch black night; dim light bathed the bush they were lying in. Her hearing, smell and feeling sensed augmented as well as his.
Being in contact with each other was the key to release whatever chain or pain they carried in the past. He lifted his head to look at her questioning if it was ok what they had just done. Her instincts yelled to push him, her body wanted to signal for her brain to stop and everything she knew begged her to remember her duties. But her feelings were stubborn, she was just a teen. She brushed her lips against his barely touching him.
He was so happy he couldn't hold it. She had kissed him back and even if it felt only like a tingling feathery wind in his lips it was still a kiss. A kiss from the most wild, exotic and rare flower found only if you searched in a desert. He was exposed to every penalty by the law if she let herself dream she could kiss him so blatantly. It was unthinkable because she wanted to protect him from her obligations, her family pressures, and her own cross.
He was about to kiss her back when she pushed him roughly. His reflexes worked almost automatically and he held her forcefully. She wanted to get away! Why? Was he a bad kisser? Had he eaten garlic? Then he heard her sob but it was so quiet that he thought he imagined it.
"let me go" She choked out shakily tears forming behind her black eyelashes not able to see him in the eyes. He couldn't understand her. She was like a two sided blade. But she had kissed him. They were best friends who had kissed the next step was other than tears and goodbyes.
But she wouldn't look at him. Then he heard dead leaves cracking, a figure came out of the shadows. His dark sapphire eyes held a cold and angry expression. They were covered by his ebony hair and a mask; he seemed rustled like he had been agitated. He stepped in the soft light and studied the scene.
His best friend had his fiancé pinned to the ground, her dress shaken, and rotten from the edges, blonde and red hair covered in mud, her chest struggling for breathe faint glimpses of sweat rolling through their bodies, and their cheeks painted red.
Wally couldn't even survey his best friend's fist aimed straight at his jaw. He tasted the metallic, warm liquid in his mouth as he let his best pal hit him over and over again. Crimson red stained the handsome redheaded as he laid on the obscure garden. Richard finally succeeded knocking Wally out and Artemis hadn't done anything. She just sat in her spot on the bush watching as the red headed boy got himself bruised by his own will.
It ended as everything in life ends. In the morning the court held the delicate case of intended assault to the daughter of Oliver Queen, the judges wanted the highest penalty. The whole trial had passed and the accused one remained silent, waiting, anticipating, hoping they granted him the favor of dying in love.
But fate hated him again and the remaining fragments of a relationship Richard and Wally held saved him. He was exiled. He wasn't granted his last petition of looking at her one last time. He was in a nightmare as he dreamt that night.
Artemis combed her long tresses hating herself for not reassuring him, she loved him too.
AN: SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE. SCHOOL IS KILLING ME. SORRY IT WAS SO SHORT TOO :S ANYWAYS R&R!
