Chapter 40

|William's P.O.V|

I smirk at her.

Its all I could do right now. Pathetic it might seem, but she had really hurt me. To be able to put your trust into someone only for them to use that all against you and make you feel like shit can drive someone to insanity.

I nearly lost myself because of her words. And I understand that now that she didn't mean for those words and the sincerity in her captivating and regret filled hazel eyes affirmed me that she was being honest.

However, the damage has been done. the scar still remains and the only way to overcome that is to learn to forgive and accept those who truly regret their actions.

It is however almost impossible to be able to move past certain experiences as they can have had a huge impact on your life. I mean, really, I lost six fucking months worth of memories but more importantly, I lost 4 months of life. Four months that I could have achieved something.

There's no point in dwelling in the past. Its happened and gone. Drowning myself in thought that would consume most of my time is practically useless.

I'll silently admit it to myself, I was being a jerk to her but could u blame someone who was forced into changing their identity?

Rose carelessly pointed out that I was becoming the so called 'bad boy' and that's why I went around sleeping with every female who had legs.

She claimed that I was a bad boy, so I showed her what a bad boy I really was. 

Clearly she regrets those words and she should.

Though I cant deny the fact that i enjoyed playing around with girls. It made me feel superior and respected because despite all the hearts I imprudently broke, more still wanted me.

It made me feel wanted.

Loved.

It may sound twisted and stupid as shit but for someone who's been lonely for years, the usual feeling of emptiness disappeared and to be able to feel something besides that, was I guess, amazing as I had never experienced such feeling.

I guess you can say I got carried away...

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|Rose's P.O.V|

"Come on, its time for bed." He whispers, standing up and offering me his hand. The smirk was still there. I unconscionably bite my lip, and put my own small hand in his large one.

We walk in silence as he strides quietly beside me, shoulders occasionally bumping into mine. I kept taking sneaky small glimpses of him from the corner of my eye, wondering what he's thinking about.

He can't just end a conversation with a smirk! Although it was a sexy smirk, the one that made me wanna kiss his lips to no end but-

"Are you going to get in your dorm or just stand there staring at me?" He questions with a raised brow.

My cheeks flushing fifty shades of red, I avoid eye contact as I stick in my dorm card and enter the room, mumbling a high pitched 'bye' to him and closing the door.

Man that was embarrassing! I should keep control of my damn eyes! Now he definitely thinks I'm a freaky freak freak of freaky street from freaksville! I shut my eyes tightly, hoping this action could unwind one of the most humiliating moments of my life. When that didn't work, I slapped my forehead repeatedly. "Stupid, stupid Rose!" I curse under my breath.

"Are you okay there?" Laura questions not looking the slightest bit amused or worried about the room mate who was standing there whacking herself, interrupting my thoughts.

"Uh yeah..." I clear my throat awkwardly. 

"So I uhm...went to the doctors with my parents." She whispers, almost inaudibly. "And yeah, the blood test confirmed it."

I gulp, walking slowly towards her bed and sit down next to her. "So are you gonna stay with your parents and get home schooled till you know...the human pops out."

She nods.

"Come on, its gonna be an awesome baby, just like you." I gently nudge my shoulder against hers.

"Obviously." She chuckles quietly. "But guess what Dylan found out."

"The one you did the fricky fracky with?"

She gives me deadpan look then whacks me across the head. "You're eighteen and still say frick frack."

"Actually, I said fricky fracky." I point out.

"That's not any better you ass wipe."

"Whatever!" I exclaim, throwing my hands in the air 'cause I just don't care anymore.

"Anyways as I was saying, apparently Dylan found out that- well you know how he was arranged to get married with some bitch?"

"Yeah," I nod, trying to discreetly take off the wrapper of the lollipop.

"Well she had really wanted the marriage despite it being arranged but Dylan didn't, that was why he kinda used me to get caught, though he later confessed to loving me which was beyond adorable and cute because his eyes wer-"

"You're not getting to the point here." I interrupt, rolling my eyes.

"Geez, relax. Anyways, the bitch has confessed to putting a hole in his condom so that explains everything."

I choke on the lollipop. "What the actual fart?" Is that how low some people get? Wow. The world is more pathetic than I thought. She got my best friend pregnant for crying out loud!

There is a tiny little underdeveloped human swimming in my best friends uterus!

And it's all that bitches fault.

"Where'd you get the lollipop?"

My eyes widen as she stares at it. "Mine." I hiss, running over to my own bed.

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-1 month later-

"There's some sauce on your nose." Kyle chuckles, attempting to reach over and wipe it but I pull my head back in horror.

"No!" I warn with wide eyes. "Last time someone told me I had something on my nose, he shoved his finger in my nostril. I am not experiencing that again." I glare at Malcolm who was seated beside me. "Because of Malcolm, I have trust issues."

Malcolm snorts to which I jab my elbow into his side, causing him to shut up and glare my way.

"Chi chi, I'm not going to put my finger in your nose like that weirdo, just bring your face here." I hesitantly lean forward in my seat and watch as he concentrates on wiping whatever it is on my damn nose.

He then licks it and winks. "Ketchup." He smirks.

My hormones. Stop it!

"AWWWH!" Angelica squeals, causing my cheeks to get hotter.

"Stop blushing Rose, all he did was lick ketchup." Mal grumbles, angrily trying to unlock his phone.

"You wish you were that ketchup!" I snort, shoving more fries into my mouth.

"Rose! Oh my gosh you have to see this! I don't know why or who did it but we need to tell your dad!" Laura panics, trying to drag me from my seat.

I look towards Angel and Kyle who shared the same confused look as I did.

"Come on!" She urges. I groan, grabbing a handful of fries before standing up. Kyle stands up too, looking worried at Laura's frantic expression.

"What happened?" I question as she continues to pull me towards the dormitories.

"You'll see."

We stand in front of mine and Laura's dorm where the door is left wide open and I take a peek inside to see the room completely trashed.

"Look!" Laura stomps her foot, looking frustrated as I take notice of what she's pointing at. It was her brand new expensive silver stilettos. My mouth opens wide in shock and horror. Who would do such an immature thing?

Angel gasps from behind me as she too takes in the scene. "Who would do this?" Her soft voice whispers, entering the room carefully.

I follow after, nearly crying at the sight of the broken elegant glass frame that I bought from England with a picture of Laura and I.

"I swear to god, if I find out what low ass trash bag did this, I will personally rip their hair out." I threaten, picking up the glass frame, hoping it would somehow mend back together.

"Ahh!" I hiss in pain as I notice that I had cut myself along the side of my palm.

"Everyone out, there are broken things and glass everywhere, someone else could get hurt." Kyle says, leading me out my dorm from my shoulders. "Laura you go tell the principal and Angel, you make sure no one goes in."

"And as for you," he continues, "You need to see the nurse." He says softly, looking into my eyes as he wraps a small clean handkerchief on the long cut. I grimace as he adds a bit of pressure around the wound.

"Rose? Honey, what happened?" My mum, the nurse, worries as she glances at the bloodied cloth.

"Accidentally cut myself." I mumble, taking a seat on the bed.

"This isn't Kyle's blood again is it?" She jokes.

I chuckle softly as I recall the memory of the time when he said he could do voodoo magic on me and I kinda freaked out and punched his nose. "Nope, definitely mine this time."

"Oh my, that's deep hon, what did you cut it with?" She frowns, cleaning up the blood. "I'm going to have to stitch it up."

Horrified with the thought, I scoot away from her. "What...No!" 

"Honey, its okay. It wont hurt, I'll add some anaesthetic so you wont feel anything." She tries to assure me but I wasn't having it. 

"No! You all say that a vaccine or a blood test wont hurt, its just a little 'jab' but we all know what a big lie that is!" I argue back, preparing myself to jump off the bed and make a bolt for Antarctica. 

Only, my plan failed when Kyle grabbed my arm in a firm yet not painful grip. "Rose, trust me, I've had many stitches done and you don't feel a thing when they numb the area with some anaesthetic. You have to believe me on that. I'll even admit, a vaccine hurts more than this." 

I consider his words for a second. "Do you promise?" 

He nods. "I promise."

"Well... I still don't believe you." 

"Oh for gods sake. Hold her down Kyle, It will only take a few seconds." My own mother says, betraying me mind you. "This will get infected if not treated." 

"No! Stop!" I panic, being careful not to bump my injured hand on Kyle.

"Okay, look, I wont let her do this but you have to look at me and listen. I need to tell you something really important." His voice was so gentle and soothing that I couldn't help but provide him with my full attention.

"Last night, I was thinking and I guess you can say I had stayed up all night thinking about this." He smiles, staring straight into my eyes but not in the creepy way, more like in the way that made you never take your eyes off his light electrifying blue orbs that for some reason seemed to lure me in like a mouse to cheese. "You see, It was a strange sudden thought and though it might seem a little strange at first, I couldn't help but try to imagine this scenario to be real."

"What were you thinking about?" I question, scooting closer. I could feel someone touching my hand, but I had payed no mind to it at all, I was entranced by this gorgeous man before me and hell even if the room was on fire, I could still be sitting here admiring him. 

"I thought that maybe, you could....You know, be my wife and bear my children? Because come on, how adorable would our kids be?"

That took me completely off guard to the point where I unconsciously pushed him away, causing him to stumble back and laugh wildly as he clutched his stomach and wiped his tears.

"That was priceless!" He continues laughing, earning nothing but a glare from me.

"All done, thanks Kyle!" My mother says happily then goes to clean up everything. I stare at my now stitched up hand with a look of disbelief and bewilderment. 

She just fucking sewed my hand like I was some ripped dress or something!

I mean, I know she is a qualified nurse with a PhD, therefore I didn't need to go to the hospital to get the two stitches on the side of my palm but I was still kinda horrified with the sight. 

"See, that wasn't so bad Chi chi. Would you like a sticker and a lollipop with that." He chuckles with a voice you would normally use on children. 

"But..." I whisper almost inaudibly. "Its so ugly..."