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Chloe lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. She and Alek had had a wonderful time today. There was the point towards the end when Chloe thought her heart would break and she would cry but it had turned out alright. It had turned out better than alright. Alek was better than she could ever have imagined, and she had imagined him on more than one occasion. She'd always imagined kissing him, about being his girlfriend and being the talk of the entire school. She had never imagined not kissing him and being this happy. Her alarm went off on her phone and she sat up. She started to pull her hair back and then went to the bathroom to tie it back and continue to get ready. She put on a pair of jeans and a deep red shirt and then grabbed the gym bag that was hanging on the back of her door. She heard Amy honk her horn right as she went downstairs. Chloe smiled and grabbed a water bottle before running out the door to the car. She opened the door to Amy's red VW Bug and hopped in throwing her bag in the back.
"I can't believe that you still take archery lessons." Amy said.
"I teach the lessons now, Amy." She gave me crap about it all the time, I was used to it. I loved archery, I always had. It had been something my dad started me on before he left. I'd thought it was what I was supposed to do because I had a birth mark right next to my shoulder blade that was shaped like an arrow. I'd just stuck with it all these years; it was something that was always there when I was upset or happy. I'd fallen in love with it and never fallen out. Amy parked the car and got out. I followed and went to the field throwing my bag over my shoulder. Amy settled herself on one of the many picnic tables like she always did and I set up. I collected my bow and quiver from the Rec house and got in a few shots before my students showed up. I loved the way the bow felt in my hands, the way the string rolled off my fingers, and the sound that the arrow made when it left the string and when it hit the target. I set the end of the bow on my foot and placed another arrow on the string and took aim. I pulled the string back so that the feathers brushed my cheek. I could feel the muscles in my shoulders bunch and then relax as they hit the sweet spot that my body instantly recognized. I held for a minute before releasing the string sighting on the smallest section in the middle of the target. I let the arrow slip off my fingers and held my stance until I heard the crack of the arrow against the target. I felt all of the tension leave my body, everything I'd been thinking about disappeared and I could only focus on one thing, the arrow and where I wanted to place it. It wasn't until I heard all of my students talking in a group that my concentration broke. I set the bow down and looked up. They all sat on the sidelines waiting for me. I smiled and took a deep breath.
"Alright, time to get to work, guys!" I called out. They all jumped up off the ground and grabbed their bows and quivers and lined up on the line.
He could feel the curve of her hips under his hands as he squeezed his hands tighter around her fragile bones. Her hands explored up his neck into his hair. He leaned down pressing his lips to hers with fevery passion. Her lips were warm against his and his lips ached as he pressed them down against hers with growing pressure. She pulled lightly on his hair, as it intertwined in her fingers. He pushed her back against the wall and pressed himself against her. He slid his hands up her side, her shirt bunched above his hands. She pushed her lips against his forcing his head back and then she pulled away pulling on his bottom lip with her teeth as she did so. She rested her head back against the wall and he followed, resting his forehead against the wall next to her. Breath exploded from their lips and he could feel her chest and stomach heave against him as she sucked in air. His breath was warm against her skin and it raised the hair on her shoulders. She shivered, she couldn't control herself. His hands hadn't moved from their position on her ribs. They squeezed lightly ever couple of seconds. She threw herself against him and then settled back against the wall. Her hands searched his back exploring the muscles that were bunched there. Her fingers pulled at his shirt bunching it in her grasp. He stepped away from her and pulled the shirt up over his head dropping it on the ground at their feet. He fell back against her, he heard her back hit the wall and cringed hoping that he hadn't hurt her. Her shirt had caught on the wall and stayed where he left it, up just beneath her breasts. The neckline of her shirt had shifted and fallen and he could see the curves of her breasts rise and fall as she continued to pant heavily. He kissed her shoulder following her collar bone down to the soft spot between them and kissed there sucking lightly. He felt her skin tighten as she threw her head back. He rested his head against her chest and breathed heavily his warm breath snaking down between her breasts. They both felt her breasts stiffen as the warm air from his nose brushed against her skin. His hands again climbed up her sides, pushing her shirt farther up, she raised her arms above her head and he pulled her shirt off dropping it next to his. His warm hands raised goose bumps on her flesh as he explored her newly exposed body. She pulled him against her wanting to feel every inch of his body against her own. He sensed this and his hands left their place under her breasts and trailed down to her thighs. He lifted her wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed. Hastily he pushed his sheets aside and then crawled onto the bed. He lowered them both gently to the bed and as soon as her back felt the bed she unfolded her legs from around him letting them slide down to the bed. He pressed his lips to her navel and worked his way up her soft skin. She was doing untold things to his body, as he fully knew he was doing to her. He could feel it under his fingers as her body tightened beneath his touch. As much as he wanted to press himself against her and to feel every inch of her under his body, he was consciously keeping himself on his knees. He was ignoring her pleading hands that tried to pull him down on her trying to keep his secret to himself for just a little bit longer. He felt her fingers trail down to his belt and pull at it as she undid it far more skillfully than he expected. He followed her lead and undid the button to her shorts sliding them down her legs trailing with his fingers against the warm skin of her thighs. He wanted her to be all his in every way. That was all he'd ever wanted. She placed a kiss on his skin in the deep cut under his hips and he tightened, every muscle in his body contracting. So close, they were so close and as much as they both wanted to get to that point, the time leading up to it was just as important and exciting to them. Her chest continued to heave, as did his as their breathing became more and more hampered as their excitement grew. He had not expected her to be this skilled, he had expected fumbling but her hands were steadier than his own. He felt her hands run down his side where her hands should have been warm against his skin though they turned to ice, they burned into his hip.
I sat up in bed pressing my hands against the skin on the inside of my hip. The pain was still there but now instead of the icy cold feeling that had been there, I felt something warm and smooth slide over my fingers. Hands pushed me down on the bed by the shoulders. I looked up into brown eyes and recognized my aunt. She pushed me back and threw back the sheets. She removed my hands and immediately replaced them with a clean cloth. She mopped up the blood quietly. Jasmine came in soon after and washed the blood off of my hands and then assisted her mother in repairing the damage and replacing the bandage. "What were you doing?" Valentina asked rhetorically. "You tore your stitches." She murmured as she stitched the wound back up again. I gritted my teeth as the needle pierced and pulled my skin with every movement. I couldn't for the life of me remember how I had gotten such a wound, all I could remember was why my cheeks were flushed. I slid my lower half away from my aunt keeping my hip where she could work on it but like in the dream I'd much rather not have my aunt find out my little, or not so little, secret.
"What happened?" I asked looking down at myself trying to remember where not only the gash my Aunt was stitching but the other numerous bruises and scrapes had come from. My cheek throbbed and I reached a hand up to touch it. Jasmine grabbed my hand before I could however which only caused me more pain as her hand squeezed my cut knuckles. I grimaced and tensed my muscles trying to bear through the pain.
"Relax, I can't sew you up if you are flexing." Valentina chided. "You were attacked. They got you on the street. We will have to get you a new mode of transportation; they must know your bike. You are lucky you were found before they killed you."
"Do you not remember anything?" Jasmine asked. I shook my head; none of this rang a bell. The hunters that found you said there were six of them. They had blocked you off from the street and your protector's view. You are lucky to be alive, and that your attackers were stupid enough to attack in an area populated with Mai."
"Where was I? Where was I when I was attacked?"
You were in the Lower Pacific heights area." Valentina told me. I sat up straining too many things. Valentina dropped her needle and pushed me back. "What?" She asked.
"Chloe, Chloe lives there. I was leaving her house-"
"I'm sure she is fine. Sit back and relax." I did as she told only because it hurt too much to sit up. If anything at all happened to Chloe because of me I would never forgive myself. Jasmine held a glass of water to my lips letting small amounts trickle into my mouth. I began to feel sleepy and my eyes drooped. I stared first at Jasmine and then Valentina, I couldn't believe that they would do that.
"You- yo-" I sighed heavily trying to fight the sleep.
"I can't have you going off to save this girl, you have to heal." She explained. I threw my hand onto the side table reaching for my phone. The pills were already taking affect though and I was losing control of my body. I knocked my phone off the table and heard it go skidding across the wood floor before my brain finally succumbed to sleep.
"Chloe." I mumbled.
As I looked out my window that night I saw two very large men outside on the sidewalk across the street. They were watching my house, looking down the streets and ever so often at least once an hour one would make a circle around my house before returning to stand with his friend. At first they creeped me out, they were dressed all in black and they didn't seem like they were going to be leaving anytime soon, but after awhile I got this unexplainable feeling that they were not to be worried about. Whatever that reason was I could never explain to anyone but I quietly climbed away from the window and sat down on my bed. Again like I had before Amy had picked me up I lay on my bed and thought about soon turned to dreaming about Alek as I quickly fell asleep, exhausted after my day. I never really remembered my dreams, but this one I would remember for the rest of my life.
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I wanted to post this for the long weekend and if you are especially nice to me with reviews I'll post another one before the weekend is up, but I am also working on my own book and I need to put some energy into that.