Orchid's POV The rest of the day went by slowly. I avoided Logan totally, it's like acting as if he's not here, it kills me. As I dragged my heavy bag across the dark, scratchy pavement the sky clouded over. Heavy, black clouds stumbled across the sky; sending a dark dismal aroma around me. During my dreary walk home; thick, cold raindrops fell from the sky, soaking my homework, bag and clothes. Hurriedly I ran through the almost opaque amount of rain, my black, lace-up school shoes slammed against the grey pavement. I skidded round a corner, clinging onto a fence to stop me flying onto the road. Eventually, I reached my lilac front door; feeling the smooth, wood patterned paint on my finger tips. Urgently, I scrabbled in my blazer pockets for my shiny, gold key. As the cool metal slipped over my fingers I shoved the key into the hole; feeling the door swing open. I slammed the door shut, leaning against it; panting heavily. I shook my wet hair out; closing my eyes as I caught my breath back. I staggered up the stairs; letting my bag slump against the bottom step, abandoned. Abruptly a familiar figure swiftly pinned me against the wall. "Why?!" Logan demanded. "Why what?" I questioned, shooting him a quizzical look. "Why are you with him, Jay?!" his voice grew weaker with each second and silent tears slid down his cheeks. "Because I want to be happy! I don't need you!" I screamed. I flew out of his grasp; racing down the hall, into my comfort room. The room I've lived in for 16 years. My bedroom. I fainted right there by my door; completely overcome with hurt, confusion and sickening love. I hate this damned love.
Jays POV There's one thing I can't stand. I'm ok with vomit, bugs, saliva, mould. But I cannot endure the smell of, taste of, feel of, site of blood. Thick and dripping, metallic and pungent; vibrant and crimson. Cringe worthy. Orchid's POV My nail bitten finger pressed against the cool, blue marble of the doorbell. Jays winning, crooked smile met me at the door; his smooth arm lent against the doorframe and his tanned leg folded over the other. {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{} I'll finish later I have to grab a shower!
Great. What was jays pov about, was you just practicing? O and only you know if it's bad or good, firstly ask yourself why do I think it's bad? Then change it to make it good to you. Good luck
Orchid's POV Jay grabbed my hand and led me up the snow white stairs; my shoes clacked on the steps, sending echo's around us. My awestruck body stumbled into his room, the striped walls glowing. Jay's strong arms pulled me onto his lap, as he caressed my cheek softly. Jay started kissing me pulling me onto the bed. "No…stop…,"I whispered "STOP!" I screamed; he had barely even touched me but I freaked. I rushed down the stair hearing him race after me. I flung the front door open and raced round the corner; turning my head to see Jay pounding after me. Suddenly my face was rammed against a wall. A sickening, searing pain washed over my face; I could feel the blood oozing out of a gash from my head. Then I blacked out…