{Three days later}

kiss

/kɪs/

verb

touch or caress with the lips as a sign of love, sexual desire, or greeting.

I open my locker and shove a few unneeded books; I hold onto my abdomen feeling a strike of pain. I have chemo therapy at one thirty meaning I get to leave early. I feel a body behind me before a hand over stretches my shoulders leaning on the locker besides me.

I turn around and see his blue eyes, I used to believe his glacier eyes were ice cold, that they knew no warmth and never shared loved. That's what I used to believe. Now I know, the hottest fires always burn blue. "Blake."

"Princess."

"What are you doing? I have class in one minute." I muttered sliding my phone out of my pocket.

"Want to bunk?" He suggested I held my books close to my chest and bite onto my lips. His soft curls were dangling near my forehead. I knew it was something I would've never done. Something that I would too scared to do. I pulled my black beanie down my hair a little before tapping against my books.

"What do you mean bunk? We have-"

"Come on Amira, live a little. Life has a time limit." I bite onto my lips and nod my head as I shove my books back into my locker including my bag. I bring my phone and tuck it into my back-jean pocket as Blake grabs my hands and walks down the hallway towards the exit.

We hear footsteps and my eyes widen knowing we were going to get caught, Blake pushes me against the sides of the lockers to hide from the teacher that scurried past. "BLAKE EZEKIEL MORRETI! You are going to be the darn death of me kid."

I let out a soft laugh before I feel Blake's hand cover them. Allowing the small vibration against the palm of his hands. Me being myself I slowly stuck out my tongue licking his hand. He immediately pulled it back causing me to smile.

He smirks looking down at my face before running down the hallway towards the car park. I grab my self the helmet and shove it down on my head as he flicks the gear of and drives away, "Blake I have to be back here by one thirty." I notified him; he nods his head understanding. We arrive in the city; I see a tall sky scraper as I get of the parked bike.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere I know you'll like." I wrap my hands around his arms as we push past the crowd towards the large sky scraper. We pushed past the entry and towards the elevator. It opens with a ding and notice how crowded it was inside. Blake pushes himself inside, pressing the 60th floor as we hide in the corner behind the workers. I couldn't help but laugh at Blakes reaction to the sweaty smell.

"I'm going to fucking suffocate in here, do these people not know how to put deodorant on?"

"Shush, Blake...you're too loud." I chuckled out, he groaned as he stood in front of me. My back was pushed against the elevator, as more people came in Blake came close until his body was pressed flushed against my own. "Sorry." He whispers. I smile and nod my head saying it was fine.

Reaching the floor, we wanted the door slides open, I feel two pairs of hands covering my eyes. "Blake is this the kidnapping attempt?"

"Maybe." He whispers as we begin walking to god knows where.

"Okay well if you decide to kidnap me, can you give Mrs Smith my English essay."

"You really are a nerd." I let out a soft laugh holding onto his wrist as his hands cover my eyes, we continue walking before we stop. I take a deep breath feeling anxious as a wave full of thought rush into my head. Blake is a bad boy. I am a nerd in some sort. What is he doing with me? Why is he being nice to me? This isn't meant to happen. The bad boy always bullies the nerd and then they casually fall in love. Would that happen to me and Blake or are we going to be friends forever. I think I'm overthinking the situation slightly. But who wouldn't? What if this was all a dare like Hardin and Tessa? Am I really ready to get hurt?

"Are you ready?" Nodding my head, he releases his hands and my eyes widen. I couldn't help but gasp at the view in front of me. I wonder if anyone noticed how pretty the sky was today, how the blue was bright and soft all at once. I wonder if they saw the serenity of the clouds that sailed by, gently passing on toward anyplace the wind wishes them to reach.

I wonder if they let their eyes rest upon their white tops and follow the infinite greys that blend so harmoniously with one another, almost bluish. I wonder if they, as I did, imagined them to be Beluga whales swimming through a clean ocean, a happy family, singing, playing.

If they did, I hope they felt at least a little of what I feel, a calm sense of awe as warm as sunny rays. If so, I hope they felt a tingle in their fingers and heightened senses, the heady aroma of blooms and the subtle movement of leaves, the way light reflects from both foliage and feathers.

For when I tune in to these subtle and many pleasures, these everyday wonders, nature gives to me a quiet joy... and in that moment I am as happy as anyone has been. The tall sky scrapers with thousands of lights fluttering the surface.

"It's beautiful." I mumble.

It wasn't the color of his eyes that were so breathtaking, as it was what was inside them. And bright. His eyes were blue. Not the ordinary sky blue, or the color of the paint flaking off of the old shed in the back of the field, or even the little flowers that spring up by the side of the road.

His eyes were blue like the sea, crystal clear blue- shimmering and crashing and churning. Looking into his eyes you could hear the waves falling against the shore, see the foam flying into the air.

His eyes were blue like the sky right before the sun disappears- dark rich indigo, with specks of wild colours here and there.

His eyes were blue like that warm wool sweater that you put on when the air gets that chill- comfortable, warm, familiar. His eyes were that kind of blue. The blue-grey of stormy skies that drowned you in the rain to come.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I said, a slight crack in my voice.

He smiled slightly. "Because you are the most beautiful thing I know." His fingers slide the hair behind my ears before sliding down my jaw towards my chin. He lifts up my head for me too stare back into his eyes. His eyes that were coloured so perfectly. I guess, I think that maybe I was starting to like Blake. Despite the spicing and whatever. But was it to early, maybe I just saw him as a friend. Maybe more. I was not going to trust again, I promised myself that.

Awwww Blake you absolute mother fucking charmer...

don't mind the grammar or any mistakes, I'm just as lazy as Amira.

Probably even worse.

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