CHAPTER XII
Mitchie's POV
I cross my arms with a sigh. Feeling completely hopeless,I take a step closer to Mary
—Who are you?—. My dad asks them. Jade stays quiet but Mary lifts her head with courage. She's nervous,I know she is but she will never show it.
—My name is Mary Santiago,sir—. She says politely.
—Who invited you?—. My dad asks. With each question his voice turning more aggressive
—I did dad—. I say in defends walking forward as if that would protect Mary
—I told you not to,Mitchie—. Dallas says with a tear slipping down her eye. What a dramatic. In any case I would be the one crying but being the "older" sister she is,of course she had to be the dramatic one.
—Get out of here—. My dad demands making the guards put their hands on Mary and Jade. I place my hand over the guard's one and Mary turns to him
—I can walk for myself,thank you—. She says giving me a last glance. My eyes screaming for forgiveness before she gives me a small smile and walks out
—Who were those girls?—. I take the last sip of my coffee and turn to him
—They're my friends—. I reply
—Those can't be your friends—. My blood boils inside of me just waiting for me to push my fist onto his face. But I don't,I can't.
—Why,father? Because they're poor?—. Of course it's because of that. It's always because of that.
—It's not that—.
—Then what is it?—. I glare up at him. But he just stays silent and I grew angrier.
—They're not like us—. My mom speaks. Why do people categorize other because of the quantity if money they have? It's stupid! It's so low and ... and ... Stupid!
—And what kind of animals are we? Mom?—. I snap back pushing myself far from the table. Dallas stares up at me shocked as I leave my napkin on the table and stand up
—Thanks for the breakfast—. I walk away hearing nothing but the wind from the opened windows,behind me ...
—But if we know that it's true then run with me and love together the moon...-wh-—I stop in the middle of my composing when the phone starts ringing. Fuck.
Running downstairs I hear another ring. Please don't answer please don't answer!
I arrive to the living room to find my mom on the couch,about to stand up
—I'll answer—. I breathe out taking the phone
—Hello?—. Please be you be you
—Hello. Mitchie?—. It's her
—Oh hey!—. I smile through the phone though I can't say much due to my mom's presence
—Hey! How are you?—. I turn back to my mom and hopefully she's distracted with some random magazine
—Fine. What about you?—.
—I'm okay. Hey ... do you think we can meet up later?—. My heart starts beating faster than the music from Dallas's room is beating
—Yeah...sure. See you there—.
—Okay,bye—. I hung up with a smile and my mom turns to me with an eyebrow curved up
—It was Cat...mom can I go to her home? We have to make this project—. Please believe it,please believe it
—Okay just don't be late—. YES YES YES!
—No! Thank you mom!—. I yell running upstairs. Excitement is too low compared to what I feel now.
—Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?—. Cat asks as I open my door
—I'll be fine Cat. You go with your date with Jade. I'll call you later—.
—Oookay take care—.
—Thank you so much Cat—. I whisper sincerely. I don't know what would I do without her.
—It's okay,love you dumb—.
—Love you more idiot—. The engine goes off and I close the door.
With a sigh I turn to face the mall. She told me to wait here so ... where is-oh god
She looks so beautiful. Her hair has that usual messy style and those ripped jeans for her thighs so good. She is wearing a blue boy shirt with a cute pocket on the left side of we chest. She's so simple and I can't picture her being any more perfect.
—Hello beautiful—. She whispers wrapping her arms around my waist while mine go around her neck. I stand on my tippy toes and lean into her beautiful flesh. Her scent hits me hard. A fade scent of chocolate. It's delicious
—Hi—. I whisper before my lips crash with her soft ones.
Every time we kiss I feel this fire starting to burn my insides. And my lips just yearn for hers more and more with each kiss.
I pull away slowly and get back on my toes while her arms tighten around my waist
—How are you?—. She asks. Her breath hitting my nose softly. That coffee blow making me close my eyes and start to wander. Her legs intertwined,resting over the table as her fingers graze the sheet,attempting to change the page of the book she's reading but instead taking her cup of coffee from beside her legs. The back of her shirt rising up a little and I can see a sneak peek of her perfect skin. Her lips caress the edge of the cup as she sips without making a sound. God she looks so alluring ...
—Mitchie?—. I shake my head and stare up at her eyes again. God I didn't space out again,did I?
—Are you okay? You've been spacing out too much lately—. Yeah I totally did.
—I'm sorry I was just thinking on something stupid—. Something really sexy. That's what my head screamed
—Want to share something,Mitch?—. She asks while a single finger start to play with the skin under my shirt. And it takes evening in me not to groan a the feeling. God,the things she does to me
—No,I'm fine. Hey,let's go somewhere—. She stares down at me with worry eyes but soon a perfect smile makes its way up her face. With a nod she unwraps one arm from around me and my body misses the warmth of it almost immediately
—Sure,let's go to our place—. Our place ... I love when she says that...
—The sky is bluer today—. I whisper out as relaxed as ever. Right now everything is gone. My family,Shane,Dallas ... everything is gone but her. My mind flies around us,just thinking about her. About how perfectly I fit between her legs,how perfect her fingers fit between mine. About how perfect her skin makes mine feel like glowing,how her chin fits over my shoulder;like it was made for it to be there for life.
Her lips touch the place under my ear and her fingers start to play with mine.
—From here,everything looks so beautiful always—. I nod faintly. And suddenly my stomach starts to hurt,bringing the memories of yesterday's morning along.
—They don't want me to see you again—. I mumble hoping she didn't hear. But her fingers stop and I feel her back start to straight up. She did hear
Everything is quiet for some seconds. Just the sound of the wind hitting the leafs of the tree beside us. And I wait for anything.
—It was not my fault. Your friends started it—. I nod and take her hand in mine.
—It's not because of that—. She turns and her eyes pierce mine. But when I notice they start to water,she looks away.
—I knew it—. She whispers out. Her voice cracks and I feel the moment when her tear falls down my hand.
This shouldn't be like this ...
Mary's POV
—Sometimes I stand here and imagine this is another world. Another galaxy in which everybody is equally worth it—. I feel my heart ache a little as I hear a muffled laugh from her
—That place doesn't,will never exist—. She whispers with a shake of her head. It's too weird seeing Mitchie this way. She's always so cheerful and smily ... seeing her this way is just painful. But then again,she's human and she has feelings. Feelings not anybody would understand
I take her hand and turn her to me. Her nose grazing mine while her hands go to my chest for support
—It doesn't have to be like that—. I whisper looking straight to her eyes. But soon hers are looking to the ground. The last thing I want to see is seeing her cry.
—Mitch ... Not because people says it's wrong,it really is. We know what we feel and we know it's okay. The love I have for you isn't any cheaper or any more expensive than the one you have for me. It's just love and we just feel it—. I trace the back of my fingers down her cheek and under her chin,lifting it up.
Her eyes are watering and I know she's putting all her power into not crying ... so strong.
May be cliche but I feel the grey clouds going away from upon us when I picture the corner of her lips lifting up. Shining that beautiful and perfect smile of hers. And then her arm goes around my neck,pulling herself closer before our foreheads touch softly
—I will always be with you Mary—. Her breath hits my senses making me close my eyes as I taste the sweetness of her words.
—Is that a promise?—.
—It's an oath—.
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