Live for the Moment: Chapter 6

Lyra sighed as she looked into the mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy, making the angry red mark on her neck stand out even further. She had been up crying until only a few hours ago; She felt completely numb now. She reached up and traced the mark Silver had left on her neck, remembering how it had gotten there.

He had pressed her up against one of the classroom walls and just kissed her. He kissed her until her head was spinning and she was gasping for air. She had thought that they were done, but he moved his lips down to her neck as well. She hadn't even realized that he had given her a hickey until White mentioned it to her, and she certainly hadn't noticed that it was this bad.

But she didn't have time to worry about hickeys. She didn't have time to worry about anything, actually. She was going to be late for the bus at this rate. Without giving it another thought, she twined a pink scarf around her neck and ran out the door.

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It had been pretty dang awkward getting out of 'bed' that morning... or rather, getting out of 'truck'. White had snuggled up to him in his sleep, and N had pulled her close to him. When they woke up, they had first just snuggled farther into each other. But then White's eyes snapped open and she let out a short scream as she realized that his nose was touching hers. N jumped up, banging his head off of his truck. They scooted away from each other with their hearts racing.

After regaining their composure they crept inside the house. They were careful not to wake White's mom, in case she didn't remember giving permission the night previous. After applying bandages to N's face and grabbing some clothes of her own, she grabbed some of her dad's old clothes for N. Which were several sizes too small and made him look like a business man.
But they worked.

After a few more awkward exchanges, they were off to school.

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"So only a week until homecoming, eh?" Cheren commented, putting another forkful of his lunch into his mouth. Bel gave a little squeal.

"I'm, like, so excited! I have the perfect dress picked out and everything!" she clapped her hands, leaning forward to whisper into White's ear. "It makes my boobs look huuuuge!"

"Alrighty then, Bel," White chuckled, pushing her friend back by the shoulders. Bel collapsed into a fit of giggles.

"What's your dress like, White?" she asked. White looked suddenly embarrassed, looking over anxiously at N. He noticed her looking and his face flamed, images of her pressed against him floating into his mind. He began to remember the smell of her hair and the way her waist felt beneath his fingers... he began to imagine her in a dress. Did he get to dance with her? How do you dance with a girl?

"I, er... I actually don't have one yet," White mumbled, snapping N out of his thoughts. His blush got deeper as he realized that he must have been staring at her the entire time. He twisted his head back to his lunch and took a big bite out of his sandwich.
Maybe they'll believe that my sandwich is just really spicy... Yeah, that's it! My face is just red because of the sauce on my sandwich! he chewed, thinking hurriedly to himself.

"What? But the dance is in a week! We have to get you a dress, girl!" Bel shrieked as she threw her hands in the air.

"Hey, Lyra, what dress are you wearing?" White asked, brushing off Bel's eager proposition. Only to glance over and see that Lyra wasn't there. Neither was Silver, for that matter.

"Probably off making out again..." Gold laughed to himself. He had been unusually quiet today because his best friend, Black, was not there. Usually they would team up and joke around, but it just wasn't the same with only one of them.

"Hey, you don't know that!" White said defensively.

Though she couldn't help but think he was probably right.

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"Lyra! Lyra, wait up!" Silver yelled, watching as Lyra strutted away from her locker. They were both late for lunch, and they knew it. She had gone the long way in an attempt to avoid him, and he had spent that time searching the school for her. Now that he found her, she couldn't even face him.

"What is up with you?" he called out. The pink scarf fluttered out behind her like a flag. Silver had an idea, and in one swift moment he grabbed the tail of the pink monstrosity. It halted Lyra for a moment, unwinding from around her neck. She spun around to face him. Her hand flew up quickly in an attempt to cover up his mark on her neck.

But not quick enough. Silver's eyes flashed with a mixture of emotions as he realized why she had worn the scarf. Before she could run away from him, he grabbed her wrist and pushed her into the nearby janitor's closet. The space was cramped and caused their bodies to be incredibly close. Silver pinned her to the wall and looked unwavering into her eyes.

"So you were hiding that?" he whispered. Her face remained straight; she didn't even blink. She didn't have any time to react before Silver reached up and ripped open the first few buttons of her shirt. She let out a squeak as he bent down and moved her bra strap off of her exposed shoulder, kissing where it had been. Her conscience screamed at her to push him away; he didn't have feelings for her. But her heart betrayed her and she wound her fingers into his hair as he gripped her waist tightly.

When he pulled away, a new, bright red spot was resting on her shoulder. His lips melded onto her own for a moment before he pulled back, millimeters away from kissing her again.

"You don't have to hide that one," he whispered. At the sound of his voice, Lyra couldn't hold it back any more; she burst into tears. It was like somebody had opened floodgates. The tears just kept coming. Silver pulled back, surprised.

"L-Lyra?" he mumbled. She began to sob. Her hands shakily came up to her shirt and fumbled with the buttons in an attempt to straighten her shirt. Her hands kept shaking and slipping, failing to even close one button. Silver moved his hand forward and guided her bra strap back into place. He helped her with her buttons and fastened them to the top, his hands resting on the last one a moment longer than necessary. Her hands came up and gripped tightly to his shirt.

"Y-you're right, I don't have to hide it," she choked out in between her sobs, "You're... you're the only one I'd let see that much of me, anyways!"

"Lyra..."

"B-because I love you, you asshole!"