Feather After // Chapter 37 // Hand In Marriage

Aria's POV 

I tried my best to not get angry and burst at Ignatius in front of his mom, saying how I frustrated I was, could have been the most truthful thing, I had ever felt, I swear. I wanted to scream and shout because I felt that nobody was there for me anymore. I mean, it wasn't like there was anybody before but I suddenly wished that the principal would have called my parents so that they could take me away from this place. I felt like the whole world was against me, like they were all toying with me and what I felt was just for fun and amusement.

I didn't want to be there anymore, I wanted to leave him but he was persisting and persuasive that I wanted to grab one of those huge trophies from the principal's display case and hit Ignatius with it, till he would feel the anger, despair, and resentment that I felt towards him.

I wanted to grab him by his shirt and I wanted to drag him all the way to the chemistry lab and pour the whole damn bottle of concentrated hydrochloric acid on him.

"Aria, are you listening to me?" The principal said and I looked at her.

"She, daydreams a lot of mom, she'll be okay soon," Ignatius said and I glared at him. I did not day-dream at all! I took a deep breath and looked at him again. If he said another word, I would pounce on him.

"Don't talk like you own me. You don't know anything about me so it will be better than you keep your hormones to yourself," I rolled my eyes and looked at the principal. She looked amused and she smiled. Well, I did not find anything worth laughing at, so I just stood there hoping that she excused me very soon.

"I wa-"

I cut him off, "I don't want to hear your hideous voice anymore. So please, do me a favor and shut up," I put my hands on my ears and glared at him. He looked at me and smiled. That smile got on my nerves. Oh my god, you did not have the idea as to how much and what I wanted to do with him.

"Well, I hope you both are done with your little chatter and as I was going to say that Aria as you have done what you have done, I would ask you to work in the town hall for the next two weeks on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday as a mark of social service. And you Nat, will join her."

"But he didn't do anything!" I butted in, "it was entirely my fault and I have already taken the blame for it," I glared at him and told him to step down because he was no way going to win this.

"Aria,"

I looked at him again and looked at our principal again. "Thank-you ma'am, I promise this won't happen again," she looked at me and smiled. She looked at Ignatius and dismissed me. She asked Ignatius to stay behind and I was very grateful for her for that. I did not want to have any conversation with Ignatius about anything in this world. I saw people look at me strangely, while I walked on the hallway towards my locker, I guess, everyone knew about my little stunt, which took place in the cafeteria. Even the walls had ears. I wondered, what had I landed my ass into?

While walking to the locker, I felt someone tug into my hand. I turned around to look who that person was. I mean whenever Ignatius was around me I just felt it, and when I turned around right now, I was just turning around to confirm that, it was Ignatius, had stopped me. I could recognize his rough hands any day, even if I was sleeping. His hands were rugged as if he did some hard labor after school. His arms were warm, very warm and strangely felt nice against my cold ones.

I turned around and came face to face with the devil himself. He looked at me with those concerns laced eyes that I could melt into a puddle. His eyes which were usually dark bluish-brown in color, seemed very different today. He still smelled like the orange juice that I poured over his head, some of the locks were soaked in the juice and fell over his forehead, making his prominent jaw line look sharper. His white shirt had orange juice stains on it and clenched onto his body, making his tattoos on the chest visible. I did not understand why I had not noticed those things before.

"Are you done checking me out, because I could literally feel your eyes eye-raping me," he smirked and brushed his thumb pad over his lip ring.

I turned around and started walking again. I did not know why but when I was around him, I was different. I did stuff which I did not even know that I could. He made me feel stronger and strangely made me feel fearless. It bought the side in me, which I did not even know existed. There was just a strange feeling with him like even if something happened, I knew he would have my blind side and even if he did not, I knew that I would convince myself that somewhere it was my fault that he was not there.

There was something so intriguing about all this that it even scared the hell out of me. I heard him mumble some colorful string of words but I ignored him.

"Aria," he mumbled and walked towards me. In no time, he had covered the distance of nine to ten lockers in between us and had spun me around. When I refused to meet his eyes, he put his palms around my face and made me look in his eyes. His hands felt nice against my cheek, I almost wanted to lean into his hand and close my eyes and sigh in contentment.

I glared at him and did not say anything. I felt empty on the inside and even if I wanted to say anything, nothing slipped out of my mouth, he looked at me and I looked at him.

I stepped back and his hands automatically fell on to his sides. He looked disappointed and most importantly hurt. I guess he was not used to rejection at all.

"Say something, say anything. I'm sorry but please don't do this to me," he requested and took a step towards me and I took a step back.

"I don't-" I mumbled and started but I could not finish. I gulped and turned around again. I was okay, I told myself.

"Aria," he said again with horror laced in his voice and before I knew what was happening he pulled me into a supply closet.

This got me, the anger I was trying to suppress came back and dear god, if I was Ignatius I would have gotten scared and ran away. "This can't happen, you know. You will not do this to me. You cannot. I will not allow you to. So shut up and stop dragging me to the supply Closet," I put my hand on the head.

"Why? Are you getting some dirty idea? Are you?" He said and took a step towards me.

"What do you think you are going?" I said and took a step back.

"Are you scared of me?" He took another step towards me.

"Get me out of this place. God knows who has done what here. I do not want to be here! And I certainly don't want to be here with you," I pointed my finger at him and then pointed my finger towards the door.

"You didn't answer my question," he smirked.

"I'm not a whore!" I took a step towards him and folded my arms in front of my chest.

"I never said you were."

"Please let me go. I'm not interested in this, please."

"You sure, you don't want this. Why are you making this look like, that I am forcing you to do it? Do you want me to prove something to you? Something that you're not aware of?" Before I could say anything else or even think of something to say to him, he put his hands on my shoulder blade and pulled me towards him. He looked at me with such adoration then I forget about everything for a second.

"You're one little fireball, kitten," he put his hands on my cheek and pressed his lips on mine. Fireworks exploded in my stomach and I closed my eyes as the pleasure took over me. His lips moved again mine and when I felt his cold metal ring against my lip, I moaned. I moved towards him and tried to pull him closer to me. This felt good, good lord. His arms went around my waist and pulled me closer. My fingers found his hair and I gently tugged onto them. He moved his lips against mine and suddenly stopped. I breathed against him and the light bit into my lower lip.

He pulled away and I blushed. I wanted to hide my face somewhere, god this was so embarrassing. I stepped back and started walking towards the door of the supply closet.

"Have I proved my point yet or do you want me to do something else to prove it?" My fingers found their way to my lips and I could feel it that he bit on my lip.

I kept looking at him and he kept looking at me.

"You're a jerk. You make me feel so great and now I know what will happen. You will do the same thing with Misty. I'm not your whore, Ignatius please what the hell?"

"When did I say you were my whore? Stop labeling yourself. Stop making your self-feel worse about this. I will let you know something? Don't expect things from me."

"You asked me to marry you! Then if something happened between me and you, would you say the same thing to me?"

"Stop caring for me so much! Oh my god, you have started acting like my fuçking wife!" He shouted at me.

"What? Tell me this honestly Ignatius. What you do expect me to do? Do you think that we can make out like this and then you want me to pretend as if I don't know that you and Misty had sex behind my back? I don't know, please just tell me for once what do you want with me, I can't keep doing this again and again. I don't have the power to get myself hurt again and again like this."

"What do you think this is? You're not mine and I'm not yours. The sooner you get it the better, you'll be married to someone soon and what do you want me to do? I can't wait for you forever. Let's fool around till we can and then you go your way and I go mine."

For one minute, I couldn't believe that he was the same guy who had asked me about twice and the same guy who had promised to wait for me forever. I looked at him and before I knew what I was going, I walked towards him and slapped him, my palm met his right cheek and all my anger pored down like tears left from my eyes.