CHAPTER TWELVE
It was the day before Christmas break and the Ducks last game until next semester. Krysta and I had to stay at the school for the two weeks because her father couldn't take us. He's become my guardian after the entire ordeal with my father and I was completely grateful he'd offered. I was definitely closer with the Ducks and I hadn't gotten driven away by Dwayne's girlfriend, so I still had him but I also had Fulton now. We'd gotten closer. I trusted him almost as much as Dwayne. He already knew about my father, but I could tell him myself. I still couldn't tell him about Marc though. I'd ended up telling Krysta though, not his name, but that something had happened and why it had. I was finally happy.
"Raevin!" Krysta yelled, pounding on my door and flew in when I opened it, "Lock it, lock it!!"
"What?" I asked, somewhat worried but was pushed back by Dean who charged at Krysta. She, however, dodged past him and out the door again. "Christ."
"She told him she won't say goodbye," Fulton laughed.
"That's sad," I shook my head, "You excited to be going home after the game tomorrow?"
"I'm not," I looked at him, "My family can't afford to bring me home."
"I didn't mean-."
"Don't worry about it," he shot me a genuine smile and I couldn't help but return it.
"You're an ass," Krysta screamed and I jumped, to where Fulton was now standing.
"You need to turn your volume down," Dean stated and I nodded in agreement, making Fulton smirk as he held down his laugh but I realized our closeness and tried to move in the other direction but I was trapped: bed, Krysta, Dean, and Fulton. So I slipped between Fulton and the bed, ignoring the tingling sensation that coursed through my front. I'd been doing that a lot lately actually and it didn't help that we hung out a lot recently.
"Krysta, you're a drama queen and I'm the drama nerd, there's something wrong with that," I muttered and she shook her head.
"He's staying."
"Who Dean?" I asked and she nodded, "Yeah, you kinda are an ass."
"I wanted it to be a surprise!" he defended and I laughed.
"Relax, I'm kidding." He glared at me slightly but Fulton smacked him before Krysta did the same. "No need to gang up on him, jeez."
"I agree with her," Dean nodded, pouting at Krysta who just rolled her eyes.
"You would," she stated before looking at me, "Rae, let's go shopping."
"Actually, I was gonna hang out with Fulton," I smiled, looping my arm through his.
"You were?" he asked and I elbowed, "You were. She was. We'd better . . . go."
"Yeah," I nodded, "Kiss and make up, Krysta."
"I ain't kissin' him," she scoffed but Dean wouldn't have it.
"Lock the door when you're done," I called throwing the keys on my bed and walking out after Fulton, "I didn't mean to ruin your plans."
"Plans?" he laughed, "The ones that consisted of being a third wheel? It's fine trust me. You ever been ice-skating?"
"You ever been sugar high?" I teased, "You're talking at a hundred miles a minute, Fult, take a breath."
"What'd you call me?" he tilted his head and I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Fult?" I repeated, "You don't like Fult?"
"No, I like Fult," he grinned, pulling at my sleeve slightly, "You ever ice-skated?"
"Uh, once," I looked down at my hands, "Fell flat on my face."
"Let's go ice-skating."
"What?" I screeched but he didn't listen to me, instead, he pulled me, by the hand I might add, towards the ice-skating rink, "I really don't know about this."
"I wont let you fall," he assured me with a goofy smile, "C'mon."
"You skate everyday-."
"Not for fun," he laced up his boots and I sighed, "You don't have to."
"How do you lace these damn things," I muttered, "There's too much string." Laughing, he laced them for me and reached for my hand but I put it in my lap. "Can I watch you first?"
"If you want to," he nodded, making his way to the ice. Pushing off, he looked like a natural on the ice. Carefree and as if it were the easiest thing in the world. He looped around the goal, skating backwards for a while before he caught my eyes and smiled. Sighing, I slowly stood and shuffled to the door onto the ice but I saw two skates blocking my path. Looking up, I saw Fulton's hands waiting for mine and bit my lip as I gently laid them on his own. Carefully, he pulled me onto the ice, guiding me around but I was afraid he bash into the wall. "I am a Bash Brother."
"A what?" I laughed before he let go of my hands and I squeaked but I hadn't fallen. I was doing it.
"See," he smiled, watching me, "It's easy."
"Whoa," I felt my foot slips slightly but something behind me kept me from falling. Looking, I saw Fulton with his hands on my hips, we slowed until I could turn and face him. Hesitantly, I reached out, my hand cupping his cheek and he smiled again, doing the same to me but I leant into his touch, letting my own hand drop to his shoulder. "Fult?"
"Yeah, Raevin," he murmured, his breath brushing my lips.
"What's a Bash Brother?"
"Come to the game tomorrow," he smirked and I couldn't help smiling back before he leant down gracing my lips with a delicate kiss but it was enough to set off fireworks. He stared down at me, watching for a reaction, but honestly, I didn't know how to react. I was happy beyond belief but how do you show that after, well, everything. "Raevin?"
"Hm?" I looked back up at him to see slight regret peaking through but I shook my head, "I don't know how to, uh, do . . . this."
"This?" he repeated and I nodded, feeling my cheeks burn. How would you feel if your last relationship ended like mine? Marc had left me burned in more ways than one. I hated him for it but all thoughts of Marc left my mind when Fulton's lips were once again over mine. "That?"
"Yes," I laughed, making him smile.
"For starters, stop thinking about everything else," he brushed some of my hair behind my ear but I bit my lip.
"I can't help it," I muttered, my eyes now downcast but he was determined not to loose this, whatever this was. He tugged at my hand, leading me off the ice and I smiled slightly as he took off my skates, slipping on my regular shoes. "What're we doing?"
"I would like," he looked around, taking my hand once more as he led me away from the rink, "to talk to you."
"Talk to me?" I repeated as we arrived at his room, "What're we gonna-?"
"Just talk," he assured me, holding the door open, "Promise."
"Alright," I sighed, walking into the room but over to Dwayne's bed, he got the message and sat on his own.
"Dwayne-."
"Told you, did he?" I looked down at my hands, playing with the comforter.
"No," I looked back to see him shaking his head, "He said that something happened to you."
"Yeah," maybe I could just lie, "My dad-."
"Something else." Damn Dwayne, I looked at the door but then at my hands again.
"So?" I muttered, making a mental note to talk Dwayne about privacy.
"I just," he ran a hand through his hair as he lay back, staring up at the ceiling.
"I let you kiss me Fulton, what else do you want from me?"
"I want to know why you say things like that," he was pointing at me now, "You've said like that for a while now. You make yourself seem so, unimportant." He was making a face as he said this and I sighed.
"Everyone has bad relationships, Fulton," I told him.
"I have a feeling that it wasn't just bad, Raevin," he stated, "Remember that night, it was the first night you stayed with Dwayne."
"The rainy night," I nodded slowly, "What about it?"
"The stuff you said, you weren't talking about your father, Rae."
"What stuff?" I was confused now, I hadn't wanted to tell people back then, what'd I said? He had a thoughtful look on his face.
"You said you didn't want to," he finally told me, "You broke down and passed out. Dwayne tried to help you but you, just, you wouldn't let him touch you. You were scared."
"Like I said," my voice shook slightly and I tried to control it, "everyone has bad relationships."
"Raevin," he sighed but I wouldn't say anything more. If he wanted to know, he would have to figure it out. I didn't want to tell him. I felt bad enough. "Rae."
"Think about it, Fult," I muttered, standing but as my hand came in contact with the metal, I turned slightly, "Just, tell me when you've figured it out if you still want me to go to your game."
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A/N: Twelve chapters and there's finally some romance!! sheesh, i thought it'd never come....anywho, Fulton might have to develop phychiatric powers of some sort, huh? Hm, maybe he'll be smart and figure it out...who's to know? Oh wait, i already wrote the next chapter...hm well, it's longer!! ish....uhm, review? tank youuuu :-)
