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around.
    Holy
crap , am I late? I started to run down
the hallway; I could see Liam and a couple of his friends walking
towards me.
    “ Slow
down , Angel, you’ll fall,” Liam shouted,
smirking at me as I half ran, half walked towards him. As I passed
him, he stuck his foot out tripping me up, but before I hit the
floor he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, and pulled me
upright. “Jeez, Angel, I know I’m hot, but you don’t need to fall
at my feet,” he teased, making all his friends laugh. I slapped him
hard on the chest, glaring at him. “Oh I like it a bit rough,
Angel, you know that,” he said, smiling wickedly. He still hadn’t
let go of my waist, he stepped forward and pressed his body against
mine, his hands slipped down to my ass. “Mmm nice,” he purred in my
ear.
    I hated being
touched ; it brought back memories of my
Father. I gasped, and before I could even think about what I was
doing, I jerked my leg up and kneed him in the balls. He grunted
and let go quickly, bending in half and clutching his
groin.
    “ Keep your
fucking hands off me!” I shouted , trying
not to cry. I was struggling to breathe and my hands were
shaking.
    I turned to
run away but he grabbed my hand and
pulled me back to him. “Angel, I was only joking around, you know
I’d never hurt you,” he moaned. His voice cracked slightly, it
sounded like he was in pain.
    He looked
straight into my eyes; I could see the honesty in his deep blue
watery eyes. He pulled me into a hug and put his lips to my
neck , just where it joined my shoulder
and breathed deeply through his nose, sending his hot breath
blowing down my neck and back. This is what he always did to calm
me down, when I would sob on his shoulder; this was the only thing
that seemed to work. I could feel his heart beating fast against my
chest, so I focused on matching my breathing to the pace of his. I
breathed in his smell until I had calmed myself down. I pulled back
and he was just looking at me, sorrow clear across his
face.
    “ I’m sorry. I
shouldn’t have done that , Angel, I didn’t
think,” he said apologetically.
    I nodded and
sniffed , wiping my face on my sleeve.
“I’m sorry too. Did I hurt you?” I asked, wincing at the thought of
how hard I had kneed him.
    He
shrugged . “I’m OK, it was my fault,” he
replied, bending to look into my eyes again. I looked away quickly,
feeling uncomfortable. I had a feeling that when Liam looked into
my eyes, he could see the real me, the one I tried to hide from
everyone, the scared little girl that doesn’t like people to touch
her because it brought back memories of those Sundays and my father
leading me over to the couch, guiding me to sit on his lap. When
people touched me, even girls, my heart went into overdrive and I
always start to feel sick. The only exceptions to this are my mom,
Jake and Liam. This was the exact reason that I didn’t date. The
thought of someone touching me or kissing me, made my skin
crawl.
    I looked away
from him and noticed that he had a big wet patch on his shoulder
where I had b een crying. I wiped it,
frowning. “I ruined your shirt.”
    “ I’ve got
others , Angel, don’t worry,” he replied
with an easy smile, it wasn’t a smirk that he gave other people, it
was a genuine smile, the ones I usually only get at night or when
no one was around.
    I looked
around and realised we were alone in the hallway; I gasped in shock. “Where?” I muttered, looking up and
down the hallway desperately.
    “ They went to
class,” he answered. “Come on, there’s no
point going in late, so let’s go get a drink or something.” He
pulled me by the hand to the parking lot, towards his
car.
    “ Liam, what?
I can’t skip class!” I cried, glancing
around quickly to see if anyone noticed two students just waltzing
out of the school.
    He
laughed. “Come on, Angel, one class won’t
hurt. You’re already ten minutes late for it anyway.” He opened the
passenger door and