Oh, yes, and I'll be the first to admit that the POV is weird and switchy, but that's sort of the point. This part's short too.
However, this part's all speculation. All I know is that Jack is new, Jack is a jerk, and that Jack is even more manipulative than Elizabeth. Oh, and that Elizabeth kinda likes him.
Again, I don't own Wicked Science. I mean, there isn't even a fanfiction section for it. I mean, by the time it comes on here, I'll probably be in the same grade they will…
Also, I might be wrong about the quotes… Because I got them by transcripting the things in the little promo… I would've downloaded it, if I could.
"I don't care what I have to do. I am not going to let Toby Johnson ruin everything." -Elizabeth to herself.
She remembers her second kiss too.
She was sixteen-going-on-seventeen and there was Jack. He was new and attractive and magnetic and charming.
He even became your boyfriend.
You were so happy. You thought you were so lucky to have him. You fell head-over-heels for him and you loved every minute of your courtship rituals.
But you'd pushed aside other, stronger feelings for this passing infatuation, and your heart didn't always let you forget.
Sometimes, when you were all alone, Toby lingered there in the back of your mind. You missed him, you knew that.
You two had been studying in the basement lab, which you had added to a little bit, so as to make it cozier. It didn't seem like you did near as many experiments nowadays, at least not the scientific kind, anyways…
You and Jack had been dating for weeks, but it was almost as if you weren't. You dropped his hand if he grabbed yours, you moved your head if he tried to kiss you… Elizabeth Hawke was a perfect example of the Ice Queen everyone knew she was.
You were scared. Scared of Jack, scared that your feelings for Toby might resurface, scared that you were doing the wrong thing with him here.
Suddenly, Jack sighed angrily.
Puzzled, you looked up from your Physics to find out what was wrong with him.
As soon as you turned your head in his direction, he planted one on you.
You were surprised, eyes wide with shock. It took some time for you to respond, unlike him.
It was rough and wild. Sloppy, but not in the same way your first, horrible kiss had been. Sloppy in a messy way that flustered you, Miss I've-Got-It-All-Together.
You burned with pain, with passion. It hurt, his lips colliding, rubbing against yours. You couldn't tell if the pain was good or bad. A part of you liked it, and a larger part didn't.
So why were you still kissing him?
You were struggling, gasping for breath with your bruised, chapped lips. His rough, strong touch all over you. You didn't like the groping at all.
You burned all over. It was hot, and a little too rough and passionate for you.
You weren't used to passion. You weren't used to all this feeling. You weren't used to feeling so vulnerable.
But mostly, you weren't used to someone else being in control.
It didn't feel right, kissing Jack. But it felt good. So good it hurt.
Maybe you should've taken that as a sign. Maybe then you wouldn't have been burned the way you were.
But you can't change the past, now can you?
Loren ;
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