After the kiss Claire left instantly, rambling about how she had to study and get stuff done. We haven't spoken in three days and I can't help but think it was the wrong thing to do in the first place. I mean, sure, I'd love to do more than just kiss Claire, but then I'd rather have her as a friend than whatever the hell we are now.
Tonight is Michael's show at this old warehouse thing in the town's centre. Everyone on the adolescent scene has been raging about it throughout the week and I'd heard that about 200 were going. But tonight my expectations were wrong. The warehouse is packed with over 200 beings (and non-beings) laughing and shouting, streaming in and out of queues and toilets, all waiting for Michael to get his curly blonde head on stage. By my side Jack and Abbie argue about what to drink. The choice apparently is between beer and Jack Daniels and I'm not even going to bother pointing out that all three of us are underage, but looking at all these minors drinking, I don't think it really matters here…
The show kicks off and Michael's chords differentiate between drifting, strumming, plucking, vibrating and blasting out into the crowd. I can't help but envy the guy. I mean, he's got it all. He's got the girl, the career and the looks. The only flaw about him would probably be his vampy habits.
Michael ends his gig and the crowd applauds him. Everyone seems to relax and the drinks start to flow. Excusing myself from Jabbie (Jack and Abbie…get it?) and head towards the toilets. After doing, well, you know what, I head back out and instantly get pushed against the wall. I shout out surprised and stare down into a pair of big brown eyes.
"We need to talk about the other day." Claire says with a sombre expression. I'm actually stunned. Shocked at how outspoken she's being, how she's gotten to the point on her small fists are scrunched into my t-shirt.
"Look, Claire, I'm sorry about…us…and…what happened…it's just…." I'm lost for words, she looks angry, as if she's battling with her emotions or something. I cup her face with my hands, "Claire I-"
"We shouldn't have kissed!" she blurts out, "It should never have happened. I love Shane and he loves me and we're happy!" Her voice is thick with emotion, lines creased across her forehead.
"Claire-"
"I like you, Aaron!" we're both silent, stunned, breathing heavily as if that will make up for the lack of speech. She goes on talking fast, words laced with frustration, "I shouldn't but I do. I thought I was content with Shane and now I'm confused…because…well because I can't help but like you and think of you and want you…." She's staring into my eyes as if trying to find something. I have no idea what. I honestly don't know what to do, she's right, she has The Dick and they're supposed to be happy. But I have a chance, and as they say, where there's a will there's a way…or something.
So I do it. I cup my hands, once again, to cradle her stunning cheeks, and bring my lips down to crush gently against hers. And it's electric. Tongues touch, breathing quickens. My hands slide down her curves, just skimming her breasts, and tug her hips against mine. She moans lightly and wraps her arms tightly around my neck, standing slightly on her tip toes. I turn and push her against the wall so that we're both as close as we can be in a public place. We continue to kiss, mouths slanting hot and heavy, and I'm faintly aware of the loud atmosphere that's surrounding us.
And then, "Claire?"
We both jump apart from the sudden outburst. We turn to see Michael Glass staring at us with disappointment and astonishment plastered on his face.
So, I hope this is going ok…ish….Once again, I'm sorry for the late update but life is chaotic as always. And for those we aren't so keen on Aaron…I'm not even sure I'm too happy with him right now. Prince Shane deserves better from Claire right? x