"What do ya think your doin'?" Louis came over next to Clem and flipped a chair around sitting next to the brunette.

"What do you mean?" Clem asked as she pulled her attention away from two people to talk to Louis. Trying to play it off.

Louis smirked. He motioned with his hand over to the blonde and the redhead talking. "I saw you staring. You like her don't you?"

Clem shrugged and popped a chip in her mouth. "So what if I do?" She smiled as she looked back over. "I think I've got a shot."

Louis laughed at her confidence. "Nice try Clem, but Violet's the hardest girl to try and get to fall. She's been hurt before, so she doesn't give in very easily." He said as he stole a chip while Clem was distracted. "You'd have to be pretty damn dedicated."

Clem's smile widened as she saw said girl head in their direction. "Just watch me."

Violet's Pov:

Three Weeks Later

I've never given anyone a chance at my heart. Mom always said it was a treasure to part. And the person worthy of giving it to will stick around long enough to prove it to you. But it didn't really matter. I always pushed everyone away. It was easier not to get hurt that way. Why open your heart to a stranger without first knowing their intentions. You could never trust anyone without first getting to know someone and it seemed like no one cared enough to take the time. At least that's what I thought...until she showed up.

It wasn't like I didn't know her. Clementine was probably the most known student at Ericson High. Which is why I still don't understand why she chose to acknowledge me of all people. It started off as a few conversations here and there, possibly seeing her in the lunchroom or hanging around Louis. But soon it was like she was everywhere, every chance she got was used to talk with me. And even when she wasn't seeking me out it still felt like I saw her everywhere. That signature blue and white baseball cap that stood out amongst the crowd accompanied by that dark brown curly hair that she always kept short.

I didn't understand what was wrong with me. I told my self no, it wasn't worth it. Relationships only cause trouble. I was always firm on that. I shut down every hit of a flirt with a sly remark and still, she persisted. Trying to befriend me. And it seemed like the harder I tried not to care the more I found myself getting sucked in. It was like an endless cycle and I hated how even though I never wanted to play, I was still dragged into the game.

Now I'm the one who's losing my cool. These butterflies make me feel like a fool. I've always been the one in control, but that girl just does something to my soul. She's chasing me.

Down every road, around every bend, like my heart is a map she can read. Every corner in the halls of the school that I'd turn down I'd see her. At the end, she's always right there waiting for me. And I couldn't help but hate the fact that every time it happened I got a little more excited to see those amber eyes. She's chasing me and I hate to admit, that I like it a little bit.

Now here I was sitting in algebra. I'm trying to focus on the math equations that sit in front of me, but how could I care about what the square root of b squared minus 4ac over 2a was when the girl that's been following me for the past three weeks is sitting only a few rows over. She was in a group with three other people as they worked on the assignment we'd been given by Mrs. Miller. I think it was her friends Sarah, Gabe, and this other kid who went by Duck.

Sarah was the smart quite type and Duck was kind of weird, but they were both cool. It was Gabe who I had a problem with. Well, I don't really have a problem with him, I just don't really like him. He's very shall we say hot-headed and the kid is kind of a screwup. Worst of all, I've seen the way he looks at Clem. He totally has a crush on her and it really seems to get under my skin.

Wait, why do I care? I shouldn't care about it. It's not like I'm jealous. I don't like her or anything.

Then why was I staring at her? "Damnit!"

Usually, she was the one who would give me side glances during class, but today she's been ignoring me. And I hate that it's making me want to keep looking over there. I know what she's doing and she knows that I know, and it's so aggravating that I'm falling for it. Why did I care so much?

That's when I see her gaze shift slightly to the left and her eye catches me. I see a smile form on her face as she winks at me before turning her attention back to her friends. I quickly turn back around to face my math worksheet and I hate how I can feel my face heat up. It's like she's saying that I'm not getting away from her now, and that thought is a little scary. This has to stop, and it's not going to be me who gives in.

I wasn't in love, and I wasn't going to be ever again.

That's why when the bell rings, I'm the first out of my seat and I rush out of the classroom quite pissed off. I don't even realize that I've left something important behind.

It's about nine thirty-five at night when I'm sitting in the living room flipping through some Netflix series that I've already watched. I could hear the rain outside as it pelted the roof of the house like a hail of bullets. The windows covered in tears from splashes of rainwater.

My mom is still at work and she still would be for quite some time, but that was fine with me. I was used to it. I'm just glad that dad doesn't live with us anymore. Mom finally kicked him out about three years ago, after years of him being a good for nothing alcoholic who never treated us with any kind of respect. I've even taken a hit from him before and that's where she drew the line.

After that, I learned real quick that I had to be careful with who I gave my trust to and more importantly who I gave my heart to. I wasn't going to end up like my parents did. I wasn't going to be hurt again.

That's when I heard a loud knock at the door interrupt my thoughts.

"Who the hell could that be?"

I got up and made my way over to the door. I felt a little hesitant to open it because something was sending up red flags like a serial killer was going to be on the other end. My mind is telling me it's a bad idea, but I ignored my better judgment and opened it.

"Violet!"

"Yeah, I should have listened." I also should have slammed the door right then and there, but I didn't.

"Clem? What the hell are you doing outside in this weather?" I pulled her inside because even though I didn't like her showing up on my front doorstep, I was still a moral human being. I wasn't going to let her stay out there any longer with how hard the rain was coming down.

If my subconscious could speak it'd probably say, "That's not the only reason you let her in." And right now I want to tell myself to "Shut the hell up!" I did not like her. and I wanted her out of my house as soon as possible so I could get back to being alone while watching my show.

I could see that she was already pretty much drenched with how her clothes were speckled with raindrops and her hat was soaked. But despite how miserable wet clothes make you feel, she smiles at me as she pulls something from her jacket. "You left this in algebra. I thought I'd bring it to you." She produces the blue journal that I use to take notes in math class and holds it out for me to take.

I'm perplexed and also very frustrated with why she would come all this way for something as simple as a notebook that she could of given me tomorrow at school and that's exactly what I tell her. "Why didn't you just wait to give it to me tomorrow at school?"

"I would of, but it had your homework inside." She explained as she opens the cover to show me it's the assignment that I wasn't able to finish because somebody was distracting me.

This seems to anger me more because I feel kind of violated. Some pages hold more than just math equations. "So you went through my stuff?"

That's the only time I see her face change to one of surprise. "What? No, I wouldn't do that. It fell out when I went to go pick your notebook up. So I thought I'd better return it to you so you wouldn't get in trouble."

"Oh."

I feel my expression soften slightly as I take the book from her hands. I'm not mad, just frustrated that I've been put in this situation. I can feel it creeping up from the back of my mind, something that's telling me that I'm actually glad that she's here. But I can't let my guard down. I wasn't going to fall for this.

"So you walked all the way here in the pouring rain?" I'm not yelling, but my voice is letting off that I'm agitated. However, Clem isn't changing her behavior towards the situation. She still keeps her positive attitude.

She smirks at me and I know I'm in trouble now. "It doesn't matter how long I have to wait. I'd sleep outside your bedroom window in the pouring rain."

At her words, I can feel it again. Those butterflies that make me feel like a fool. The fact that she's saying this with so much confidence is making it really hard to hate her because I can tell that she's being genuine. I'm finding it really hard not to fall apart right now.

"I-I need a minute." I excuse myself and quickly turn on my heel and walk into the kitchen. I throw my notebook down on the counter and let out a long sigh. I can't believe this is happening. I feel very confused and I'm kind of intimidated. She shows up at my house and now I feel backed into a corner with the way she just takes over the situation with ease. I can't even be mad, because I think more than anything...I'm actually scared.

Clem isn't like other girls that I've met or guys for that matter. I've had people try and sweep me off my feet before, but no one keeps trying after about three days of getting nowhere. The girl was damn dedicated, I'd giver her that. And I hate to admit, that I like it a little bit.

I leaned over the counter with my head in my hands. I'm frustrated with myself because I know that now I'm the one whos good to give in. Is it bad that I want her hands everywhere her eyes have been? Was it bad that I sometimes wanted to know what it would feel like to have her run her fingers through my hair? To have her whisper soft and slow? It felt just wrong enough for it to feel right. I hated it.

I hear a knock on the wall of the kitchen doorway. "Hey, is everything okay?" I get asked.

I want to say yes and just be done with it, but I can't. I'm too overwhelmed right now. I've been trying so hard to suppress these feelings and then Clem just comes in here and jumps over my walls with ease. How am I supposed to feel about that? What is it about me that she likes so badly, that she continues to persist through every barricade that I throw up?

"No, I'm not okay." I stand back up and I can't help it as my emotions take over. "Why? Why do you care so much? You try so hard to get me to fall for... whatever this is without any reason what so ever!" I can feel the tears creeping up on me and I hate that I'm about to cry in front of her. I feel so exposed right now and it's all because of her.

I don't think Clem was expecting this type of conversation, but she surprises me again and handles it with ease. "Because I like you, Violet. I thought that was obvious." It's meant as a joke but she quickly realizes it was the wrong thing to say. "I'm not trying to hurt you, Violet. If you just gave me a chance. I promise...I'm not..."

"You don't even know what I've been through!" I shout at her as I feel the tears start to fall. I turn away so she doesn't see even though I know she can already tell I'm crying.

I feel her hand on my shoulder and I really want to turn around and hug her, but I can't. "Then help me understand. If you just tell me..."

"Just stop!" I push her hand away from my shoulder and I walk past her. I don't care that this is my house. I don't care that it's full-on raining outside. I throw open the door and I run outside. I can hear Clem call after me, but I don't care. I run down the sidewalk as the rain pelts my clothes and I'm already soaked in minutes. I don't seem to get very far, though because something is tugging at my heartstrings.

I don't think I'm trying to escape anymore because when I run I turn around to be sure she's chasing me. Clem's catching up and I can feel my heart beat loudly in my chest. And I loathe the idea that it might be love that's pulling me back. I guess will see.

I stop and just wait with my back to her as I can hear footsteps run down the sidewalk. "Damn the world if this turns into one of those Taylor Swift songs."

But I guess the world was doomed because soon enough she stood in front of me, just close enough to touch. Close enough to hope she couldn't see what I was thinking of.

"Violet, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I forced this on you." She says to me out of breath. "I never meant to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you. I just wanted to show you that I wasn't going to walk out on you. I really care about you, Violet."

I feel my gaze drift up to meet her eyes and I can tell it's sincere. She means every word of it and I almost feel kind of bad for what I said. No one has ever shown me that kind of sincerity, and it makes me want to believe her.

"I don't care for all that stereotypical crap. I love you for who you are...and I hope..." She doesn't finish and instead leans in and slowly kisses me. I don't stop it, however, and when she pulls back were only inches apart. "...You'll let me prove it to you."

That's when I surprise both of us and do something that I've secretly wanted to do for over a week now. I wrap my arms around her neck and kiss her much more deeply than what had happened mere moments ago. I can feel her hands move to my waist and I don't care. I've held back everything for years because I've never met anyone as dedicated and heartfelt as Clementine.

It's past ten o'clock, we might be soaking wet right now as the rain continues to pour, I might be living out fucking Sparks Fly, but I don't care about any of it. She's been chasing me for three weeks now and I finally let her catch up.

We pull apart and I stare up at her amber eyes and I find I'm captivated. I finally let my guard down and I'm ready to accept that I'm feeling this way.

And I realize...I want this.

Possible part two in the future? Let me know what you guys think.

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