Chapter 7 : Our First Kiss

Amelia's POV

His eyes darkened as he gazed at me and he crashed his lips to mine in a hungry and lingering kiss. I parted my lips, gladly surrendering to him as this was what I wanted. He instantly deepened the kiss, his hot tongue gliding inside my mouth, tangling with mine, exploring every recess passionately and lingeringly. His hand pulled me closer to him while the other held my head, tangling his fingers into my soft hair. I was floating on cloud nine, as a tremendous amount of need burned in the pit of my stomach. I didn't want the kiss to ever stop. This was what I had dreamed of every single night. However, my whole body craved more and it seemed as if I couldn't get enough of him. My arms clung to his neck and I couldn't stop myself from kissing him back with equal fervor. He groaned with pleasure and the kiss turned wild and hungry and soon we lost awareness of what was happening around us.

"Amy, get in the car," a voice boomed somewhere in the background. It immediately brought us back to reality. Tristan broke the kiss and released me abruptly. I froze when I saw my brothers, Caleb, Brandon, and Leo walking toward us from Caleb's jeep. I was officially petrified. Tristan shoved me behind him as he prepared himself to brace my brothers.

"Leo please, no violence. I'm coming home with you," I said to escape the torture that they would inflict upon Tristan. I didn't care about myself. I knew that I wouldn't escape their wrath but Tristan was already injured, he couldn't take more. Knowing my brothers, I knew that they wouldn't let Tristan go this time.

Brandon came forward yelling curses at Tristan and punched him repeatedly. My heart was crushed seeing the way Tristan faced him without retaliating. He could have answered Brandon's punches with more powerful ones of his own but he didn't. Were my brothers too blind to see that? Leo's tight grip on my wrist made me helpless and I couldn't go to help Tristan even though my heart was bleeding for him.

"Stop hitting him, Brandon. Punish me if you have to. He didn't start it," I sobbed, desperate to save him. "I hate all of you," I yelled at my brothers, struggling to get free to save Tristan. I was stunned that he didn't retaliate and beat them all into a pulp as he did in his sparring matches. Leo dragged me to Caleb's car and they all climbed in and drove off leaving a battered Tristan in the parking lot.

Tristan's POV

After resting for another week, I went to school and had a serious spat with Caleb. He threatened to punish Amelia if he ever saw me with her. I kept my distance from her every day although it killed me to do it.

Every day I saw her checking her locker and feeling disappointed for not receiving any love letters. I couldn't take it anymore and I wrote my feelings down again and dropped them into her locker. That day, I could hold her close to me, in my arms when I purposely bumped into her. She fitted perfectly in my arms. I was desperate for her to figure out that it was I who sent her the letters, it was I who loved her so much.

A serious fight with Caleb made me realize that while I treated him as my best friend, he had other grudges against me. Caleb secretly was jealous of me after his last two girlfriends dumped him claiming that they loved me more. I had no idea about all this. All my love and attention were bestowed upon Amelia. I never confronted those girls about why they lied. Caleb never clarified with me and believed them instead. So when I claimed that I loved Amelia, he took it as a challenge that this time he wouldn't let me get Amelia. It became a personal battle for him. But I couldn't hurt her family. She was the most precious person in my life and her family was mine as well. So when Amelia saved me from Caleb's wrath and claimed that she loved me, I was touched.

I just lost control knowing that the girl I was secretly in love with loved me back too. It was the most joyous moment of our lives when we confessed our feelings for one another. Her lips tasted like wine and I was drunk in their sweetness. I knew that I was doomed. I didn't want to come to my senses. I wanted to remain drunk forever and kiss her forever but it seemed as if I was doomed to suffer. The way her brothers dragged her away had me very worried about her.

"Tris, you're bleeding. I can't let you drive. I'll drop you home," offered Ken, another classmate of ours. He gathered a few other boys and carried me to his car. I was thankful to just lie with my eyes closed thinking of Amelia as they drove me home. My mom, Audrey Henderson was too worried after seeing my condition. She immediately summoned our family doctor to get me treated but he insisted that I needed stitches. So I was admitted to the nearby hospital and my whole family was worried unnecessarily about me.

"What do you do all the time, Tris?" mom scolded me.

"It's nothing, mom. I'll be fine," I tried to comfort her.

"You'll rest the whole week. I don't want to hear anything else," she said sternly.

I wanted to protest. I had to know what happened to Amelia. I couldn't stay at home till I knew what punishment she was going through. I didn't trust her brothers and neither did I trust her dad. They were dictators and didn't care a sh*t for her. I decided to contact her best friend, Nicky but it seemed that she too wasn't ready to cooperate with me. I was already at my wit's end.