Chapter 4

'I hate you'. I texted Sally.

I watched her as she rolled her eyes, 'I didn't know he was bringing someone'.

I glared at her, shaking my head in disapproval.

My phone vibrated again, 'Upside though, you are ten billion times prettier than her.'

I smiled at her encouragement, but it still didn't calm the guilt that was bubbling in my stomach as I contemplated jumping out the window.

Scourge had picked us up in his Camaro, but what he failed to mention was the company that he had brought along. The cake faced red head sat cross legged in a leather mini skirt with Scourge's hand on her thigh as he drove.

Gag.

It's not that I care about who he messes around with, what bothers me is how childish he is acting about the entire situation.

"Ames?" I turned to look at Sally, but she shook her head. I looked at her confused, and she simply pointed forward, my eyes met with the frosty eyes of Scourge.

"What's up?" I asked cooly.

"Truce?" I watched his hand slither higher and higher on the bimbos thigh. He was doing it to spite me, and I could feel it working.

I don't know why I cared, maybe it was just aggravating to me that I had almost allowed myself to give into someone who would never change. Scourge is a player, he doesn't stay with one girl, and he never will.

Maybe part of me wanted to believe he would change for me, that he would give up his ways and just commit himself to just me like he said he would; but all that sweet talk was lies just to get into my pants.

I rolled my eyes in disgust, "Truce."

'See? He won't change, not for me, and not for anyone else'. I said in a text to Sally. Her ocean eyes looked up at me in disappointment, as she slowly nodded in agreement.

We all got out of the car once Scourge parked, and trust me I couldn't have jumped out quicker. I took Sallys hand into mine and completely ignored Scourges advances to walk in with us; or to be anywhere near me.

He is disgusting.

Using girls are prizes, I don't know what the hell I was thinking actually considering dating him.

We could hear the music from outside the house, and even worse when we got in. I wasn't much of a drinker, but since I had promised Sally that I wouldn't be such a grump the whole time I decided to have a few drinks.

We pushed past all drunken teenagers and made our way into the kitchen. "I don't know why you come to these things." I snorted towards Sally as she concocted us some drinks.

"Don't be a drag Ames." She pouted as she handed me one of the frozen lime colored liquid that was in a red cup.

I sniffed at the rim, "What the hell is this?"

"Um?" She cocked her head to the side, "Margaritas?" She shook her head, her short hair swaying as she did so, "You really need to start getting out more."

I narrowed my eyes at her, "I do go out. I just don't drink."

"Sal!" The deep voice called out.

She instantly beamed, waving her hands up like a maniac. "Chill out." I hissed, a soft blush creeped on her cheeks as I scolded her enthusiasm.

"Oh-mm-gee!" She squealed silently as her hand took hold of mine for an instant.

"What's up Sal?" Jet said in a cool tone. "Hey Amy."

I rolled my eyes at his subtle attempt to play nice with me, "Don't act like we are cool just because you are trying to get in my best friends pants." I blurted.

If there is one person I probably despise most in this world, it is definitely Jet the Hawk. He has single handedly dated every girl on my dance team and broken each of their hearts, and if slime was in the form of a person it would morph into Jet the Hawk.

Sallys eyes widened, "She, she didn't mean that."

Jet chuckled, "Course not." He faked a smile in my direction.

I forced one right back, "Yeah, its all jokes with us." I pushed out a sour laugh. I looked out towards the crowd looking for anyone, anything else to do. To my luck I spotted one of my girls from my dance team, I touched Sally's arm notifying her that I was leaving and she nodded in understanding clearly wanting to be alone with Jet.

What she sees in him? No idea.

"Cream?" I called out, "What are you doing here?" The small freshman chocolate eyed beauty spun around her, blonde kinky curly locks bouncing to and fro as she turned. She was wearing an almond colored shirt that exposed a small amount of cleavage - not that she really had any to 'expose' - along with some tight dark washed jeans. I smirked as I looked down at her feet, when I noticed her stumbling, "What are those?" I pointed downwards.

Her face flushed, "My friend let me borrow them," she tugged at the hem of her shirt, "well, she let me borrow this outfit really."

I nodded, "I figured," I tilted my head, "It doesn't suit you. It's a little on the whore side."

Her innocent eyes widened in horror, "W-What? R-Really?" She looked completely out of place here, Cream is too innocent for all this. I actually really liked that about her, the way she would always keep herself reserved from wearing things that were too provocative, it made you admire her for her real beauty not just outer appearance.

I sighed as I tugged at the ends of my hoodie then pulled it over my head, "Here." I pushed it into her hands, "Put this on." Then I proceeded to taking off my moccasins and nodded my head in her direction for her to take her shoes off as well. Once we were fully traded, I looked over her, smiling as I pushed back a stray lock that had made its way onto her face, "Now that looks more like you."

Cream smiled in gratitude, "Thanks Amy."

I let my hand drop, letting it rest on her arm as I looked at her warmly, "Cream, high school is gonna be filled with a bunch of pressure to become something you aren't, you are a beautiful, intelligent girl who doesn't need to show her body off to get attention like your friends do; trust me, you don't want to attract a boy who will only like your body parts."

She nodded, and to my surprise I felt her skinny arms wrap around me, "Thanks again." Then I watched as she more comfortably walked into a small crowd of girls who didn't seem to question her new attire because it was Cream's normal style.

I smiled softly to myself.

"Amelia Rose doing something nice?" The deep voice mocked.

I crossed my arms, turning to face him, his lime eyes making my skin feel hot, "On rare occasions I think of others." I joked.

His lips formed into a sly smirk (it's unfair how fucking gorgeous this guy is. Like seriously who can smirk so effortlessly?), "Well, I suppose it was for the greater good," I cocked a brow, "we all got to watch you undress." I rolled my eyes, of course.

"You liked the show?" I teased.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

I scoffed, "No, actually I wouldn't." I turned to leave, but his soft palm gripped at my wrist, looking back at him I eyed him curiously, "What do you want?"

"Dance with me." He demanded.

"No." I spat.

He rolled his eyes, grinning boyishly as he pulled me towards the center of the room. I would have protested further, but I dunno maybe, maybe I need to lighten up; I mean it's not like I'm gonna be hanging around Sally anytime soon anyway might as well kill some time while she talks to Mr. Slime Ball.

Blue boy spun me into his arms, holding me close to him, "Um?" I peeped, "You do know that this song isn't for slow dancing?"

He shrugged, "You call what everyone else is doing 'dancing'?"

I looked around, quickly diverting my gaze in disgust, "You have a point." I mumbled. These people were practically having sex on the dance floor. I honestly don't understand the obsession with sex at this age, it will happen when it happens.

Chill the fuck out.

I rested my head on his chest. Taking in his clean scent. I like the way he smells, it isn't that over the top crap that boys typically shower themselves in, its subtle yet powerful enough to smell at a close distance; he smelled fresh.

He chuckled lightly, I gazed at him, "What?"

His smile only enhanced, "Nothing," I narrowed my eyes, only to cause him to laugh more, "You're just," his eyes looked at me for a subtle moment. Completely catching me off guard at the way he gawked at me, like I was so fragile, so perfect... So pure. He rose one of his hands and delicately pushed a hair away from my face, placing it behind my ear as he did so.

As his gaze only intensified.

My feet warmed, as the heat slowly crawled its way up my body. I held my breath, waiting, waiting for myself to melt from under his gaze.

This wasn't real, he isn't real.

His thumb began to caress my cheek, lovingly? Maybe I misjudged him? Maybe I should give him a chance? What is he is different? What if we could actually be friends? What if-

Then suddenly he ripped his eyes away, slowly letting go of my hand, then turning away.

"What?" I stood there dazed, as the cold breeze slammed into me, "Where are you going?"

All I heard was his silky voice mumble the words, 'bad idea', before he disappeared into the crowd.

"You asked me to dance!" I screamed confused by his sudden departure.

"Take a hint Ames, he isn't into you." I turn slightly to meet the eyes of the person I was trying to avoid.

I scoffed, "Mind your own business Scourge."

He shrugged casually, "Just lookin out for ya."

I laughed sourly, turning away from him as I spoke, "Go away."

"What we aren't friends anymore?" He mocked in a sing-song voice.

I hadn't realized but my face twisted into a look of disgust, "I'm not friends with liars."

His eyes hardened, the trace of amusement that flickered in his eyes was gone, "What did I lie about?" I turned to walk away, done with the conversation entirely, but he held me back. "What did I lie about." He spat.

I yanked my hand out of his grip, shoving him slightly only for him to be completely unphased by my attempt at hurting him. "You'll change for me right? All you need is me?" I barked loudly, an audience starting to build, "Yet you bring some skank?"

"You rejected me." He hissed.

"Because I can't trust you! And clearly I was right! You look at girls like prizes, you don't actually care! All you want is to conquer uncharted territory!" (A phrase he would constantly use when he would score virgins, like it was some kind of sport for him) I shoved him again, even harder, "Is that all I was! A fucking trophy?!" I snorted a dark laugh, "You're a disgusting pig, and a liar Scourge." I rolled my eyes, annoyed with myself more than him. "You know I almost allowed myself to buy into your stupid lies too, I almost give in."

"Amy -"

I held up a hand to cut him off, "I won't ever make that mistake again."

I heard some soft 'ooo's coming from the crowd, and although I am a very private person I wanted other girls to know how much of a pig Scourge was. I know girls will still chase him, and fall into his trap, but at least they will do it knowing full well all that matters to him is their bodies and how good of a fuck they are.

He stood cold as stone.

Glaring at me, his eyes scanning every inch of me ask if he was looking at me for the last time, before he turned away. The red head instantly running up to him.

I wanted him to push her away, I wanted him to prove me wrong, that I judged too early, that I misread his actions, that I am nothing but a judgemental bitch that needs to be more considerate of his feelings.

Instead, he wrapped his arm around her waist; and led her upstairs to prove me right, to confirm my accusations.

A soft hand rested on my shoulder, I groaned when I realized who it was. Tonight has just been an emotional roller coaster, and I am honestly not in the mood to slap a bitch. "Rouge, I honestly don't want to hear you-"

"I'm glad you didn't." She smiled grimly.

What?

I looked at her confused, "You wanted me and him to be together for the longest time. And he is your best friend, why are you on my side?"

Okay, what the fuck?

She sighed, quietly talking so that I was the only one to hear (people had now slowly began to go back to their friends but some still waited around trying to read deeper into the situation), "Honey I knew it would never happen, you are too good for him." She ran a soft hand through my hair as I looked up at her - she was about a foot taller than me with her heels on - "I love him because Scourge is like me, we are wild spirits, we like to have fun - and sometimes like to cause destruction. But people like me and him, we don't get a chance at happiness with people like you."

I rolled my eyes, "Rouge you make it seem like you guys are hell sent." She simply nodded, and looked distantly from me. I followed her gaze, taking note of why she said the things she did.

Knuckles.

He was flirting with a group of girls, in particular he was focusing his attention on a hot pink echidna.

Julie-Su.

"Ohhh," I mumbled.

"Like I said," she repeated, "People like Scourge and I, don't deserve people like you; we will only hurt you in the end."

"Rouge, I'm sorry."

She shook her head, "It's my fault. I did what I did and ruined something special."

"Yeah," I breathed.

This night has just been filled with emotional crap that I would rather stay away from so after the talk with Rouge I decided to just sit by the pool. Taking my shoes off and slipping my feet into the warm water.

This is why I stay away from boys - no, relationships period.

I don't understand what the need is. Yeah I get it people want to feel accepted, loved or wanted, but like why waste your time when it ends in heartbreak?

I guess I just don't see the attraction of it all.

I looked down into my reflection of the pool, rolling my eyes as I saw a tint of blue hue behind me. "What now?" I scoffed.

"Sorry I left." He mumbled lowly as he sat next to me. Taking in a soft sigh, "You just make this difficult for me."

I looked at him weirdly, scrunching my brows together. "What?"

He smiled sheepishly - he actually looked pretty normal when he wasn't trying to seduce me, I felt more comfortable around him. "You're very enticing."

I scrunched my brows, "What?!" I screeched in amusement, "What does that even mean!"

We both laughed at his odd choice of words, it felt nice though, like something we've always done. I playfully shoved him, "You are so weird, Sonic."

His eyes lit up scooting closer to me as his lips formed a sly smirk, "So I'm on a first name basis now?"

I scoffed, "Don't push it blue."

He held up his hands in defense, "Alright, Alright, I will keep my distance."

The air around us felt heavy, like something was to be said but neither of us wanted to start a conversation if it would end badly. So we just sat there, looking at each other.

God, his eyes are green.

I've never seen someone's eyes so vividly before. They are a sour lime color, looking at them made my tongue cringe and my mouth dry. Please explain to me how a man - because he was a man, not a boy - could be this fucking beautiful? Seriously? I don't get it.

My eyes traced his chiseled jawline, upwards to his defined cheeks, then sharpen nose to his plumped lips.

"Amelia?" His voice called. I focused back on his eyes that saturated my skin, "Are you okay?"

His eyes had become half lidded, softened with concern. I rose a brow, "Of course? Why would you think otherwise?" I wondered.

He shook his head, turning away from me. His jaw tightened, and from the corner of my eye I could see the hand that rested casually on his lap begin to tighten, "That friend of yours is revoluting."

"Tell me about it." I agreed.

"He looks at you like you are a slab of meat," he snorted darkly, "like you are some, some, conquest, instead of a person," clearly sensing his irritation I lifted a hand and gently patted his shoulder.

"It's okay," his eyes darted towards me, "really," I reaffirmed, "I'm fine."

He ran a hand through his hair letting out a harsh breath, "I would have beaten him to a pulp if you asked me to."

"You hardly know me," I laughed a little unbelievingly, "and everytime I see you I'm a bitch."

He shrugged lazily, "Doesn't give him to treat you or any other girl in such a disrespectful way."

I playfully rested my arm on his shoulder, uncomfortably I might add since he was much taller than I was, "I guess I had you all figured out wrong Blue."

He chuckled, "You thought I was the same?"

"No," I smirked, "I thought you were worse."

"Amelia, I don't trick women into having sex with me," his usual cocky demeanor nor returning as a mischievous smirk danced on his lips, "I wait until they beg me to have sex with them."

I shoved him away from me as if he was contagious, "You are unbelieveable Sonic."

xxxx

Okay, so I may had a few two many drinks by this point as I was stumbling in Sonic's grip. But it was a party and he had encouraged me to lighten up a bit - probably too it too literally since I was feeling a little too light that It was hard for me to balance my weight properly.

"You don't drink much do you?" His distant voice teased.

I scoffed, "Does it look like I do?"

The breeze was cold, but cooling. My body felt hot in an uncomfortable way, which made me want to get in the shower in order to wash off this sticky feeling on my skin.

Sonic had forced me into walking home, saying that it would be best for me to 'cool off' before I get home.

I laughed sourly.

It was already three in the morning, if anything I don't think Silver would be so loving to open the door for me at this hour anyway. My solemn fate of sleeping on the porch was already set in stone.

"Why do people drink anyway," I mumbled openly to myself, "I feel horrible."

Sonic barked out a warm laugh, "To many reasons to count." He explained as adjusted his grip on me. "You are a nice girl Amelia, that's why you don't understand it."

I huffed out a scowl, "Gee thanks."

He stopped walking, I could sense his gaze on me but I kept my eyes glued towards the ground. "I didn't mean it as an insult." He deafened, "It was intended as a compliment."

I shook my head, detaching myself from him then slowly wrapping my arms around myself for balance. "No, I get it. I'm a boring prude."

Sonic chuckled, "Amy," he breathed softly, the way he said my name. It felt familiar, almost as if he had said it so many times before, but still gave me goosebumps. I looked up at him then, his mouth was in an admiring smile, his eyes lowered in this yearning gaze. But the look on his face did not last long, he quickly changed.

His eyes a honey lime now formed a hardened icy glare, and his lips flipped into a soft frown.

It reminded me of earlier, how he looked at me. How he wanted so bad to give into something he was holding himself back from, but wouldn't allow himself to.

He cleared his throat, "Amelia," he corrected himself. Although his features looked distant from me his voice stayed warm, "I enjoy the time I have with you, you are like a breath of clean air."

I raised a brow.

"Don't get mixed into the world's pollution."

I smiled shyly to myself as he began to walk again, with me slowly falling behind. Clean air, I repeated to myself, much better than boring prude.

When we made it home, I could feel my anxiety rising at the thought of facing Silver. I have hardly ever seen him angry, but when I do, it is petrifying.

I ran to my car to see if I left a door unlocked, just so that I didn't have to knock on the front door. Sonic eyed me amusingly, "What are you doing?"

"I'm not gonna knock on the door." I pulled on the car door, although I knew it was locked I was hoping I could break it open. "Silver would tear me to shreds if he knew I was out this late," I groaned in defeat as I realized that none of the car doors were open, "and personally I rather stay in one piece."

"Don't worry about it." Sonic calmed.

I spun around, "What do you mean?" I panicked, "How are you so calm, it's like three in the morning! What would your parents say?" I rolled my eyes, "Let me guess, you don't care what they say."

Sonic smiled softly, looking down to the ground, "Don't have any."

Fuck me, and my big ass mouth.

"Oh," I peeped. I shrugged, "Neither do I," I'm not really good at comforting people, so I think the best way to make someone feel better is if you can relate. I held up my hands, "Well I did, but they passed away."

"So that's why you only live with Silver?" Sonic asked.

"Yeah, he is the one basically supporting me."

Sonic smirked, "Figures."

My gaze narrowed on him, "What's that suppose to mean?"

He shrugged walking towards his front door, "Nothing," his voice sang.

"Hey!" I called after him, "What the hell am I supposed to do? I can't sleep outside!"

He only turned back to look at me swiftly, as his lips formed a mischievous grin. His eyes igniting into a piercing jade flame, "My door is always open."

xxxx

I have no other option, I repeated to myself as I walked through the door.

I heard him lock the door, and my heart jumped into my throat when the final tick rang in my ears. "I've seen lots of horror movies, so if you are going to kill me, just do it quickly, none of that suspenseful bullshit."

Sonic chuckled warmly, "Well what's the fun in that?"

"None, that's the point." I snorted.

He placed his hands on my shoulders gently and then guided me towards his home. Which was surprisingly, very appealing. The house was actually pretty small, when you walked through the door you'd walk into a small pathway of dark auburn wood, and if you turned to your right small steps would lead you to the living room. Most of the furniture was black, but subtle things like vibrant red pillows, and the white rug that laid lazily in the center of the living room really stood out. And although all the walls were painted a smokey grey, they were decorated with art, expensive looking art - nothing like the motivational 'art' pieces I have in my room.

Continuing on the path led us to the modern styled kitchen, but I couldn't take note of anything really distinctive as he pushed me forward up the wooden stairs. They spiraled, instead of being straight like the ones in my house, and on the back wall of the stairs was this mural.

I stopped walking on the stairs, and Sonic let me.

I stared in awe at it's beauty. It was sketched with chalk, on a black background. The image resembled a forest setting, with trees, closing in, but the moon shining through their arms that extended towards the night sky. It was so detailed I had a hard time believing it was an actual drawing, instead of a picture. "Who drew this?" I breathed.

"I did." He answered.

I looked at him in shock, "You can draw like that?" He nodded clearly amused by my amazement.

"Yes," He laughed, as he resumed his placement of his hands on my shoulders, pushing me forward. "Keep going."

I scoffed, "I'm going."

We kept walking until we made it to a room, the door was painted a deep wine red. His hand went to turn the knob and pushed the door forward.

I wanted to sprint towards his bed.

It was enormous - well actually the room was enormous. This guy even had a fireplace installed into his room, like what the fuck? Why don't I have a fireplace? "Need any extra clothes?" He asked.

"Gonna give me one of your many black shirts?" I mocked.

He smiled, "If you insist." I watched as his fingers traced the hem of his shirt then proceeded to lift it upwards, my face flushed in that instant when I noticed the skin beneath the shirt.

I turned away, looking for something to in-focus my attention on, "I'm good with what I'm wearing."

His laughter sent chills down my spin, making my head spin. I need to lay down, all this overload of senses is really getting to me. He came from behind me, taking my hand and led me to his bed.

This moment looks very wrong.

My skin burned at his touch, I took in a strong breath as if to fight off the pain of his heat. Though when he let go, my hand felt naked against the room's cold air. He patted the bed so that I would sit, "I'm taking the couch," he simply stated, "Bathroom is right over there if you need it, and if you decide against sleeping in your clothes, take anything you find."

I raised a brow, "How do I know you don't have hidden cameras?"

"I'm not that type of guy." But that sadistic smirk lingered on his lips, "You will expose yourself to me soon enough."

I shoved him away from me, "Get out."

I had to be honest with myself. I was starting to enjoy his company, he was much different than what I had imagined.

But then came that look again, the yearning look in his eyes.

His hand lifted, slowly, taking small strands of my hair into his hand and brushing them back. I closed my eyes. His touch felt... I don't know how to explain it, there was just something about the way his hand felt against my skin that made me feel so... nice?

I mean my skin still burned under his touch, but more like a soothing warmth if that made any sense?

We stood there for a few minutes, dazed in the moment as I tried to figure out how to describe what I was feeling; and from the look on his face he seemed just as confused as I was.

And just like the times before, he then closed himself off when he realized what he was doing.

Dropping his hand and slapping it to his side, his face contorted into a frown. "Goodnight." He stated as he turned around, and closed the door behind him without another word.