It was so passionate, fiery. I pulled him down on me, our legs tangling. Will knelt above me. He lifted me up, so I was sat on his lap. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling myself closer to him.

I buried my fingers in hair. I felt his hands move around to the hem of my black tee. He slowly pulled it up, giving me time to stop him - I didn't. I didn't want to, in fact, he was taking it off infuriatingly slowly. I pulled away from him for just a moment, pulling the t-shirt over my head.

I kissed him again while taking my legs from around his waist. I pushed him down, onto the floor. I had my legs either side of him and I was bent over him. My long black hair fell around us.

I pulled away from him again. This time sitting up. I didn't actually realise where I was sat, if you know what I mean...

"The laminate floor can't be that comfortable," I said breathlessly.

"It's not. But I don't care, it means you're sat on my waist and I get to kiss you," he replied, sitting up to kiss me again.

He kissed all down my neck, and along my collarbone, pausing at the hollow of my throat for a moment.

"We could move to the bed," I suggested, well, suggestively.

He looked at me and smiled. He picked me up by my waist and put me over his shoulder. I couldn't stop the giggle that escaped my lips. I grinned as he dropped me onto the large bed. He crawled over to me. He hovering over me, by my waist. He glanced at me and then set about unbuttoning my shorts. He pulled them off and dropped them on the floor.

He sat back for a moment, taking me in as if he depended on me for survival. I took his hands and pulled him to me. I knew what he wanted, just like he knew I wanted it too.

"Oh, Will," I sighed.

That was the last thing I could remember.


I woke slowly. I felt myself smile, vaguely remembering. I rolled over and opened my eyes. Will was still asleep. I looked at him and for the first time, I recognised him from somewhere. We must have met before. I rolled onto my back and thought about it. I thought about all the people I'd left behind. Was he one of them?

"Good morning," I heard him whisper.

I turned back to him and grinned. "Morning."

He must have noticed the slight crease in my brow.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I just... I feel as if we've met before."

"Well, we definitely met last night," he chuckled.

"No, seriously."

"I don't know. We might have."

"What school did you go to?"

"Saint Catherine's. Why?" he said.

"Oh, my God," I whispered, figuring it out.


"You're Will Bennett. You left when I was in Year 10."

"Oh, my God, you're Vanessa Casella."

"Not anymore."

He grinned for some reason I didn't know.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Your brother, Nate, tried to beat me up for flirting with you once."


"Yeah, he was always really protective of you."

I thought about it for a moment. "I never knew that."

He watched me for a minute before pushing my hair away and stroking my cheek.

"I fell in love with you when you first joined. But I was 15, you were 11. I did everything I could to be near you. Then there was that time in assembly, where you came and sat next to me. My heart wouldn't slow down and my palms got really sweaty. And then again when you were sat outside the headteacher's office. What were you there for anyway?"

"I slapped Tyler."

"Tyler Chadfield? He probably deserved it."

"He did."

"What did he do?"

"He tried to rape me."

"And you went back out with him?" he asked, confused and angry.

"I had too. He threatened me. I... I was scared. He threatened me a lot. My first time was only because he threatened me. He said he'd hurt me." I felt the little girl coming back into my voice.

"Oh, my darling," murmured Will.

He pulled me into his arms and I was suddenly aware of the fact that we were both naked.

The End

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