And we kissed. And it felt like magic.

CPOV

He moved his hands to my waist, and deepened the kiss. I ran my hands through his silky hair and wrapped my arms around his neck. We pulled apart and he took my hand. We were standing in front of the window in my room, and sunlight was still shining through bright as ever.

His eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks, and I saw the shadows flick. He had taken my hand, and looked down at my scars. He was stroking them softly with this thumb. I felt awkward. It was uncomfortable letting him-or anyone, for that matter-see my scars.

"Self injury isn't good," He muttered, his right hand reaching out and pulling on one of my curls. "Why would you start cutting for Brian? That good-for-nothing human." He hesitated, and the shadows flicked again. He looked up, eyebrows crinkled. "You really care for him, don't you?"

"Yes. I don't know why, but I do." I sighed.

"Well, he doesn't care for you, I'm sorry to say." He stated matter-of-factly. I sighed.

"I know he doesn't."

"You don't need him, though. You have me." He looked down and smiled very sweetly at me. I smiled back.

"Yes. I have you. And I'm glad." I laughed back, wrapping my arms around his waist and bear-hugging him as hard as I could. He was making a cute fake-choking sound. I rolled my eyes and pulled back.

"You're not even turning purple or anything!" I pouted. He rolled his eyes and laughed playfully.

"You wanna feel a real bear-hug?" He stuck his arms out and stepped forward. I started at his huge arm muscles and widened my eyes.

"No ,thank you." I stepped back and giggled nervously.

"I'm gonna go home and change and stuff. Basketball practice." He shrugged. "Training tonight! Be ready." He called through the window.

NIGHT TIME.

I put on black jeans, black leather boots, a black long-sleeved shirt and my leather jacket. I looked out the window-it was pouring rain! I don't get why they would make me train tonight. I pouted.

"Alek!" I called. He jumped into my window.

"Yes, love?"

Even though my heart melted at 'love', I stayed firm.

"Do we have to train tonight? Look how hard it's raining!" I motioned out the window. A flash of lightning illuminated our faces in the dark room, making my point even more strong.

I saw his eyes soften.

"Sorry, Chlo. Jazz is a meany butt and won't let us skip. I already asked." I blinked. And then cracked up.

"A...a meany butt? I can not believe you just SAID that!" I said between loud cackles.

Alek threw his head back and laughed. "You're cackling!"

Jasmine came into my window. "I am not a 'meany butt'. Let's just go." She smiled and rolled her eyes. We went outside and almost immediately I was drenched. The wind was painfully whipping my hair around my face and neck. We started jumping rooftops, and I could barely keep my eyes open, the rain pelting my face. After about forty-five minutes I couldn't take it anymore.

"Can we stop?" I gasped out. Alek and Jasmine immediately stopped, catching their breath. We were all shivering violently, chilled to the bone.

"I don't get why I need to train! Alek and I were perfectly fine with the order members in my house." I huffed.

"Yes, but next time there will probably be more of them. And you'll probably be alone." Jasmine explained. Suddenly, my phone rang, causing all three of us to jump a little. I brought it to my ear, using my hair to keep it dry. Not that my hair was any less wet than the rain falling from the sky, but you know.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Chloe King! I come home from my business trip and my daughter is not there! Where are you?" She snaps. Shit. My mom is home. My eyes widened, and I frantically tried to think of an excuse. I was never good at lying. Even over the phone.

"I'm-I'm at Jasmine and Alek's house. I'm sleeping over. You never told me you were coming home today." I stuttered.

"Well, I am." She retorted. "Come home this instant."

"But-I- uhm. Okay. Give me an hour or so to pack and everything.." I hung up.

"Someone's a little cranky from their business trip." I muttered. I looked up at Alek and Jasmine, who were in the exact same stance. Eyebrows raised, arms crossed. I almost laughed.

"I've gotta to your house and borrow a suitcase. And dry clothes." I looked at them. "Let's go." So we ran all the way back, which was at least 15 miles, might I add. By the time we were there I seriously thought my lungs were going to burst and that my heart was going to burst out of my chest.

We ran into the elevator, and I collapsed onto the floor, leaning my head back on one of the walls, panting heavily. Alek and Jasmine were breathing hard, too, but not as hard as I was.

We ran into their apartment and Alek pushed my into the shower, and ran off to help Jasmine pack my 'overnight bag'. I took the fastest shower ever-2 minutes, and just ran out with my dripping hair. I'll just pretend I showered and wasn't out in the rain for half of the night. I was about to run out but then-I realized I was naked. I just stood there for a while, stunned. I looked around for a towel-and I found none. Ugh.

I stuck my head out the door. "Jazzy?" I called.

"Jasmine had to go to an emergency Mai meeting with Valentina." Alek called from a room.

Great. Just great! "Uhmm..I don't have any clothes.." I shuffled my bare feet against the cold linoleum floor.

"Oh! Just...hold on for a second.." His accent more pronounced from embarrassment. I stood there looking at the floor. He came back a few minutes later. Thank god Jasmine and I were the same size. He got me dark blue skinny jeans, a cream colored long-sleeved V-neck shirt with lace in the back, and underwear. I closed my eyes. Dear lord.

"Alek..?"

"Yes..?" He called back.

"Uhmm...I kind of need...a bra?" I squeaked out.

"Oh!" He chucked nervously. "Sorry.." He ran back into Jasmine's room.

APOV

God. What if Jasmine walked back into her room for some reason and saw me going through her bras? I shuddered. How could that get any more awkward? I just plucked a random one and sprinted back to the bathroom. I knocked.

"Chloe? Here." She opened the door a crack and her pale wrist came out, and snatched the bra. Every time I see those scars against her pale skin, it saddens me a little.

"Thanks." Came her soft reply. She came out, and every time I see her is like the first time. Her beauty stuns me. I smirked at her.

"Let's go." She grabbed an umbrella and ran out. I followed her and took the umbrella from her hand. Since I was taller, I was obligated to hold it. We were strolling home in the rain, and I couldn't help but think of how romantic this was. I grabbed her hand, and she squeezed back.

But then she froze, and I heard her heartbeat accelerate.

"Brian." She whispered.