The irony is that I was about to marry Mr Johnson's son, and now my mother is forcing me to sit next to him, presumably to provide him with 'comfort' since his father died. Mrs Johnson, on the other hand, had been crying her entire life out into the same tissue, if only she had known the man, she was crying for was a scumbag and a paedophile.

I, on the other hand, felt guilty. Because I know why Mr Johnson died and who killed him, I graze my cheeks, the same places he has touched me.

I miss his touch already; I look around and notice the funeral has come to an end and now was the time to go and chat and eat.

I rise; my mother, Mrs Johnson, and I were the last to depart. I turn around just as I am about to step outside and notice Clark seated in the corner of the room, not attempt in getting up and joining us. I stick behind and make my way back to him because it is the least, I could do. His shoulders sagged, his hands were empty, and his gaze was fixed on the coffin.

I settle back down beside him, "I'm sorry for your loss, Clark." I whisper, fiddling with my fingernails.

"It's not like you killed him," No, but I know who did. I turn my face and look at him, he looks back at me and gives me a soft smile. "I'm bi-sexual by the way." My eyes widened, and I glare into his soul.

"What?"

"I'm bi-sexual, my parents were forcing me to get with you-apparently it will 'fix' me when i see a naked woman." I mould in my lips, and without a second, I burst out laughing. Clark joins me as well, now it made sense with all the mirrors and everything.

"I can't believe it, I mean, I can but like...catholic parents?" I question.

"I know, it's fucking ballshit. All these catholic rules and 'thou shall not be gay' rubbish." I nudge him a little, and he looks down at me. "How about we get out of here? Go to a burger place and eat our sorrows away."

"I don't mind, but you're going to have to convince my mum."

"Easy," he stands up and I follow after him. "You're not as bad as I thought, Alexandra." He shoves two hands into his pockets.

"Oh, I am, really bad." I roll my eyes.

"No, I thought you were a judgemental prick, but it turns out to be the other way." I gasp, pushing him a little. He shakes his head, a smile providing on his face. We make our way outside and see my mother speaking to Mrs Johnson.

"Oh, Clark my love, how are you?" Mum asks him, Clark gives her a slight nod.

"Good Mrs Jones, would you mind if I take Alexandra out for dinner?" My mums eyes widen a little, before gazing back down at me. I look back down to my feet, "I promise to bring her back before ten and to make sure she is safe."

"No touching or anything..." Wait? Is she actually considering this?

"Of course, not Mrs Jones, not a hair on her head." My mother sighs before nodding my head.

"Okay, bring her back before ten! You only have three hours." I held in my huge gleam as my mother rubs my shoulders, I squirm inwardly and follow after Clark.

"You are amazing! Please can we go to the art store? I know we said to go and eat but she never lets me out."

"Of course, Alexandra-"

"Ali, my friends call me Ali."

"You have friends?" I gasp, laughing. He is right. I have a friend but then again, I have Ares whom I have not spoken to since the day i told him about me kissing Diávolos. I should not have said it, he did not need to know. I guess I wanted to see how he would react. Clark unlocks his car and I slip inside; he starts the car and begins driving down the streets. "So, are you just a boring Catholic? Or do you actually have a life?"

I contemplated on telling him but what harm could it really do? "I kissed someone, three time or two..." He brakes and snaps his head to me.

"You. Kissed? Sorry but I do not believe that for a single bit!"

"Mhm, only one guy and I-Uh-yeah." I could not tell him who it was because then he would know i kissed his father's killer. Not that it has been confirmed that Diávolos did it.

"So, talk to me girl, how was it?" He laughs.

"Really good, like...he kissed me when you were waiting downstairs...and then he left from my balcony."

"You little whore, you're telling me I waited twenty minutes because you were having a make out session in your bedroom?"

"Basically...anyways, tell me about you!"

"I have a crush on this guy, he's so fucking hot and older than me but-wow..." He tightens his grip around the wheel. "He's a tattoo artist down Disown Lane." Hang on. Hang the hell on.

"I-what's his name?"

"Ares." Okay. Wow. Why am I feeling so overprotective over a guy I do not even like? I have no feeling towards Ares, I do have sexual tension and maybe chemistry but feelings? A little crush. And now, the guy I was supposed to marry, who is no bi-sexual likes Ares? I bite down onto my bottom lip. "Everyone in town has the biggest crush on him, he did me a tattoo on my back and he's pretty amazing. I felt butterflies when he touched me and-yeah."

Oh, sugar plum.

"Wow, does he know?"

"No, but I feel something there between us...and hey, maybe he is the same. Do you know him?"

"...I'm actually friends with him." I stutter on my words, sitting up on the seat properly.

"No way! Hey, since we are friends now, can you ask him if he is in a relationship for me? Please, it would mean a lot to me." No. Say no! Say no! Say it Alexandra for God's sake!

N. O.

"Sure, I'll ask him when I see him."

You absolute sugar.

You should have told him.

Told him what? I have no feelings for him. Great, well done.

I hold the pomegranate seed in my hand and the gift in my hand, knocking on the shop door. My parents have gone to pick my auntie up from Seattle and bring her here, to keep an extra set of eyes on her. I used this chance to apologise to Ares and to see if he is gay.

I see a figure walking towards the door, I tighten my hold around the box. His eyes lock with mine before he opens the door, "can I come in?" I whisper. He gives me room to slip inside, and I do, my feet collide with the wooden floors. Ares locks the door and makes his way back to the tattoo room; I follow after him. My grip tightening around the box as I enter his room. He is tattooing his arm; I settle down onto the chair besides the bed where his arm laid.

"Do you need anything?" Ares mumbles, I gulp and set the pomegranate seeds onto the bed with two spoons. And the gift bag.

"It was uncalled for...the other night. I feel really bad, I'm sorry Ares." Ares continue to tattoo his arm, before setting it down and wiping the ink with wipes. He chucks it to the side and shows me the tattoo. Two butterflies. I smile softly. "Wow, it looks really good."

"This one also looks good." I rose a brow as he lifts his shirt a slight inch. Hang on.

"Let me see!" I whisper with exasperation; he shakes his head.

"You want to see it, come see it." I stand up without a second thought and bend over the bed, my fingers graze the hem of his shirt before lifting it up a little. My eyes widen, he actually got my drawing tattooed on his stomach.

I chuckle and graze my finger around my design, forgetting the strong abdominal muscles in my face. His fingers push a lock of my hair behind my ears, and I look up, staring into his eyes. "I wasn't angry at you princess; I was trying to get you out so I could tattoo it."

Relief washes down my body, I settle back down and open the lid. "It's beautiful,"

"Doesn't mean you get to eat the gift." He snatches the box from my grasp along with the spoon, I roll my eyes with a short blush. He takes a bite and turns to throw the rubbish in the bin, I pick up my spoon and bend over to get a little before the container Is moved.

"Ares! I bought two spoons for a reason!" I moan. "I haven't had this in a week, I've forgotten how it taste like." I pull out my sad face.

"Come and taste it from here." He spoke unbothered, wiping the machine as he turns to face me, I feel something in between my legs and a huge blush creep onto my face. Why is he doing this? Why is he making me feel like this? Making me feel...hot down there? Just like Diávolos.

Did I want to play along with it? I have never had this much attention from any boy, he makes his way to me. His hands touch the nape of my neck before gliding up to jaw, his touch meant something. As if I felt it before. He is going to kiss me.

Oh. Oh Ares. What about Diávolos? My mind was so mixed up, do I want to do this? Maybe I should, and so I do. He brushes his thumb over my lips, and suddenly I stare into his eyes deeper than ever.

"Are you gay?" I blurt out. NO! Wrong darn time. And you should not be making a move on him, Clark like shim. Ares backs his head away, in shock. He steps away and grabs a black bandage.

"Am I what?" He asks.

"I mean, are you into boys?" Ares chuckles, taping his arms.

"Why would you think that?" I shrug my shoulders, rubbing the top of my shoulders.

"I-Uh...well...just a question."

"Well, no, I'm not gay. I prefer my women." He throws the remaining of the tape into the bin, before walking back to his seat. I settle down and my leg slowly begins shaking.

"Oh, well...are you in a relationship? Or do you have a crush? Or are you in love?" I am doing this for you Clark.

"Yes, I am in love with a girl." Oh...Clark.

"Oh, do I-uh-know her?" Ares smirks, folding his arms over his chest.

"No, I don't think so." Why is my heart hurting? I open the container of pomegranate seeds; he is in love with another girl.

"What's she like?" He stares into my soul.

"She's a little bit like you...she loves tattoos and has a thing for Marvel, especially Loki, she has always fancied him because she thinks she can change him, she likes taking walks and writing letters about her day and sending them to me. She loves...m-many things..." He really does love her. I hate writing letters. I guess...Clark does not have a chance.

"She's lucky...do you keep the letters?"

"Every single one of them, I love her writing...and I love the way she describes her day to me."

"I-Uh...should get going-I have things to do at home and homework."

"I'll take you."