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*Tucker's POV*

If it were at all possible, Aiden managed to avoid me even more throughout the day. After I kissed him, he kept his eyes from me even more than normal. Sitting at a table a few feet away, I watched as more of his new friends made their way over to where he was. I recognized the one next to him the second I heard his voice. Listening in to the conversation they were having, I did my best to fight back the laughter that threatened to over take me.

"No Kara, its called a threesome, if you have sex with three people at the same time. Same thing goes for a foursome."

"Oh really, is that why they call you handsome, Joey?"

As Aiden's words entered my ears, the fit of laughter I was holding in managed to escape, but I quickly silenced it before anyone heard. Paul and Clair had joined me at my table moments after my cover up, then began to ask about the clay rose sitting in front of me. Telling them everything that happened and waiting for their thoughts on it, I kept my eyes fixed on Aiden, wishing he would just talk to me. More and more people had joined him at the table, causing me to growl in frustration as it got harder to focus on just his voice.

"I'm surprised they aren't asking him about the kiss. Surely the news has traveled to his friends by now."

I had started to reply, but cut my words short as Chris walked into the room and took a seat next to Aiden. He knew I was glaring at him, burning holes into throat as he moved closer, then set his hand on the one thing I wanted more than life itself. Aiden looked nervous, paler than usual. It took everything Paul and Clair had to hold me down as he leaned over and kissed his cheek. I wanted, no, needed him dead. Throwing the both of them off of me, I started walking towards him, but stopped when Clair told me to wait. Turning back to tell her to fuck off, I caught sight of Lauren running over to Aiden then stopped at his table.

"Is it true?" She demanded, glaring at him.

Leaning closer in to find out what she was talking about, I took a few steps forward, but stopped when Paul grabbed my wrist.

"Did you really kiss Tucker?"

The entire room had gone silent as her words flowed through the air. I watched as every pair of eyes made their way to Aiden, all of them waiting for a reply. Most of his friends stared at him in total shock, but Chris's expression was the one I cherished most. His skin had gone sickly pale as he turned to his right, joining everyone in their looks. His line of sight broke for a split second as his eyes made way to Kara, but back to Aiden so quickly, I wasn't sure if it really even happened.

"Well?" He asked, lowering his eyes.

I didn't like his tone of voice, nor the way his attitude changed towards him. Throwing off Paul's hand and walking over there, I stopped mid step as another person's words entered my ears.

"Why don't you guys mind your own fucking business?"

I didn't recognize the kid walking towards the table. His hair was short compared to Aiden's, but still long in its own way. The color reminded me of blood at first, with deep red strands falling in front of his face. His black jeans held tightly against legs, while his blue band shirt flowed loosely with every step he took. Glancing over at me, he smiled then continued to head towards Aiden, then took the seat that Chris had left, and started a conversation with him. The cafeteria had resumed its usual loud sounds but Lauren never left, still pestering Aiden for answers.

"He kissed me! Now, would you please leave me the hell alone?"

His voice was heavy with irritation, and I could tell he was going to snap soon. Everyone around him immediately started asking him questions as to when it happened, and what caused it,  but he ignored them all and headed for the doors. The kid with the red hair followed him outside, and I stood there debating whether or not to join them. I didn't know who he was, and I wasn't about to leave Aiden with some stranger, so I started walking outside, ignoring Paul's and Clair's protests the entire time.

I listened in to the their conversation as Aiden thank him over and over for getting everyone to leave him alone. The guy introduced himself as Kylan then told him not to worry about it. There was something off about the kid. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I knew he was different. The color of his right eye didn't match the bright blue of his left. Even under the red of his hair, it shined a bright purple, visible at almost any distance.

Finally giving in, I walked over to where they were standing and prepared to talk to Aiden, but the look on his face made my already planed speech wash from my mind. He looked really distraught, worried even. I apologized for my actions earlier, despite not wanting to and started to walk away. His voice cracked as he asked me to wait, while reaching out, and taking hold of my arm. I gasped at the sudden warmth that overwhelmed my body, and stopped in place. His touch was everything I wanted, and aside from his cuddling last night, this was the first time he willingly touched me on his own.

"Why did you kiss me?" He asked, standing up. His eyes pleaded for an answer, begging me for a reply. I couldn't believe he was asking me this. He had to know how by know that I cared for him, but then I remembered, what he had said before I did.

"Besides, its not like you would ever kiss me anyway."

He probably thought I saw it as a challenge, nothing more. I couldn't do it anymore. My pride was costing me something I've wanted all my life.

"Please Tucker, answer me."

"Why do you think I did?" I snapped, annoyed he still hadn't figured it out. Why couldn't I just tell him? I knew I was hurting both of us, but for some reason, I couldn't get the words to form.

"Never mind, just forget it."

He started to move past me, but I couldn't let him leave. I didn't know what to say to him. As he walked by, my body just moved on its own, pulling him into my arms, and locking my lips to his once again.

Everything stopped. The only sound I could hear anymore was his breathing, slow and labored. He didn't pull away this time. Instead, he held his ground, but was still reluctant to return the kiss. Wrapping my hands around his face and moving as close as I could, I tried to let him know this wasn't about his words before. I wanted him to know, that I really meant this, and that I would no longer have to fight my pride.

Nothing around us seemed real anymore. His arms made their way around my neck as he finally picked up on everything I had silently tried to tell him. My hands trembled against his face, shaking non stop throughout the entire kiss. Stepping away from him, I held his head up so that our eye contact never broke, but my voice had forsaken me at his touch. We stood there silently staring at one another, ignoring everyone who had crowded around us.

Some were booing, some cheering, but I didn't hear Chris's voice throughout any of it. I could smell his rage from across the courtyard, leaning against a wall and glaring at me, but he never made a sound. Hearing the bell sound over head, most of the kids left us standing there. The only ones who stuck around us the entire time was Paul, Clair, and that new kid Kylan. I didn't like the way he stared at us. I knew it was in adoration, but it still made me uncomfortable.

The silence was killing me. I needed to hear his voice, but I knew the only way he'd say something is if I did first. His eyes were heavy, and his left one had more of a shine to it then normal. But despite all of this, he looked exhausted. His body started to shake at a more accelerated rate, then his legs gave out on him. He would have fallen if my arms didn't make their way around him. His skin had gone a new shade of white as his eyes shook rapidly from side to side. He had started coughing heavily, causing his body to shake even more.

I didn't know what was happening. Fear over took me when he didn't reply to my voice, calling out his name. His breathing had slowed drastically and I heard Clair sharply inhale as a small line of blood flowed out from his left eye. I could feel my face moving towards it, despite my efforts to stop. Feeling my self control slipping the closer I got to it, I ran curse after curse inside my head, begging for me to stop. I know I can't have it. If I tasted even the slightest drop, I'd lose everything I had, and that's something neither me nor Aiden could live through. 

My chest started hurting. I knew the blow, yet at my current state, I wouldn't have been able to stop it. Flying across the ground, I watched as Kylan grabbed Aiden and ran off inside the school, while Paul and Clair held me in place, refusing to let me go. Watching him get carried away from me was to much to handle. I threw them off of me and stood up, trying to gain control of my breathing. I hadn't even realized my body was moving until I was standing outside the nurse's office. I knew he wouldn't be here, but for some reason, this is where my feet took me. Kylan scent flowed through me and as I turned around, he walked over to where I was standing and leaned against the wall.

"Where's Aiden?" I demanded, glaring at him. I couldn't smell him anywhere near me, and I wasn't sure how he got so far away in such a short time.

"I may be out of place saying this, but it seemed there was more to that kiss than most would have believed."

His posture never changed as his eyes met mine, and I found myself staring at his one purple eye, comparing it to the deepest shades of amethyst.

"Where's Aiden?" I asked again, lowering my voice. I could feel my anger rising as he kept avoiding the question, like it was never asked in the first place.

"From my point of view, it looked like he was holding back. Though, I'm sure my thoughts are vicarious at best."

I lost it. Grabbing hold of his shoulders and slamming him against the wall, I yelled my question into his face, then gasped in shock as our surroundings changed completely. We were no longer outside the door to the nurse's office. Instead, we somehow appeared in the parking lot in front of the school. It was then that it had finally hit me, how he was different.

"You're a warlock?" I asked, taking a step back from him. I could hear the astonishment in my own voice, and no matter how I tried to cover it up, it still managed to bleed through with every word I spoke.

"I prefer the term spellcaster if you don't mind. Warlock sounds so...ugly."

I couldn't believe it, I thought they had all gone into hiding.  The smell of Aiden's blood still hung heavily on his clothes. Remembering everything that had just transpired, I voiced my previous question, demanding an answer. He never once broke eye contact, something I wasn't used too. Very few could hold my gaze for very long, but he just stood there, looking at me as if I were a casual friend. Just like his eyes, the smile on his face never once wavered. Growing annoyed, I grabbed hold of him once again shaking him repeatedly, pleading for him to respond.

"Do you really think its a good idea for you to see him? You almost ended his life a moment ago."

The realisation of his words hit me like a de-railed train. I could have killed him. Hell, if him and the others weren't there to stop me, we would both be dead.

"I have to know he's okay."

The concern was heavy in my voice, and I know he picked up. Setting his hand on my one of my arms, my vision blurred instantly, and a very high pitched sound blared in my ears. I couldn't see anymore. Closing my eyes as tightly as I could, the entire world around me seemed to flip, causing my stomach to jump, and my voice to forsake me. After why seemed like an eternity, everything around me fell back into place, and when I opened my eyes, we were outside the door to Aiden's house.

Not sure what had just happened, I glanced over to Kylan only to see him leaning over a railing, coughing like crazy. He looked completely drained, to the point I thought he would pass out at any second. Something on his wrist started beeping over and over. Cursing softly, he offered no explanation, and told me he had to leave. Seconds after finishing his sentence, he vanished, leaving me alone on the front porch.

I debated going in. Not wanting to lose control and hurting him, I took in some of the air around me, checking every little bit I could for his blood. After not finding any around me or the house, I rushed inside and upstairs to his room, then found him curled up on his bed. He was still breathing heavily, and I could tell he wasn't asleep. Walking towards him, he asked me to stop midstep causing me to freeze in place. He sounded so tired, like he hadn't slept in years. I wanted to comfort him, to pull him into my arms and just make whatever happened, go away.

Trying to get up, his strength had forsaken him, causing him to fall back to his bed, no matter how hard he tried. His left eye shined brightly, despite the little bit of light that entered the room. I didn't want to go against his words, but watching him struggle to even sit up was way to much to take. Walking over to the bed, I took a seat next to him, then turned and saw him holding his lion. I had started to ask what happened, what had caused him to shake like that, but he cut me off, then started telling me about his nightmare.

I listened in awe as he described in the most clear detail about what had happened the day of the crash. There was a lot he had missed, like me flying from the car and onto the ground due to me not having my seatbelt on, but as I started to bring it up, he said something that made my breathing stop.

"The kid in the car, he was the one who gave me this."

His grip on the stuffed lion tighten as his words ended, sending my mind whirling. Did he finally remember? He answeredcmy thoughts quickly, and depression over took me as he said he didn't know who the kid was. Reaching my arm out, I put it on his shoulder, then gasped when he brought his hand to mine. His left eye had finally dimmed down to match the one on his right. His smile blew me away.

"Thank you Tucker." He said, intertwing his fingers in mine. I melted at his touch. Not sure what he was thanking me for, I returned his gaze, but raised an eyebrow. I didn't have time to voice my thoughts. Leaning over, he shoved his lips to mine, taking all the air I didn't need from my lungs. Not sure where this act of compassion came from, but not about to fight it, I moved further in, pushing my tongue to his. He gasped at the sudden contact but didn't move away. Instead, he moved in rythem with me, savoring the moment. This was the first time he had made this kind of contact with me, and there was no way I was about to fight it. Pulling away from me, he repeated his words, then cuddled close into my arms, causing my smile to grow even bigger.

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