All through school, I've been staring at the clock ,waiting for the last bell to ring. As soon as it actually does ring, I try any sprint out of school with my tiny legs that I completely hadn't notice that Leigh was following me 'Hi Leigh,' I stop 'What are you doing?'

'Walking with my bestie!' She cheers and I mentally facepalm. She can't walk with me today. Ash is picking me up.

'Um sorry Leigh but today my mom's picking me up so...'

'Oh that's fine,' she smiles, leaving. I feel really bad I did that. Just push her away. She's only trying to be my friend. I make it to the gate, looking around. Of course he's not gonna wait out in the open. He's proabaly bidding behind another tree or a recycling bin or something. As more and more students spew out of the gate, impatient to get home, it gets harder and harder to see what's around me. Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder.

'Yo, its me,' I turn around and wrap my arms around Ash. He grins, hugging me back 'Come on, let's go now.' We go to the nearest shopping mall by bus and start with the first shop we see. 'Want to try on that one?' He asks, pointing at a bright red bikini.

'Absolutely not,' I tell him walking to a rack of long sleeved t shirts. He points at a display with a navy blue swim suit that covered most of your stomach and back but it didn't cover enough so I shake my head.

'What about this one?' He brings a hanger with a pale yellow and white striped bikini 'Just try it on. Please?'

'Fine,' I sigh, taking it to the fitting room.

Ash's POV

She's gone to change in the fitting room so I sit on a bench outside and wait for her. She's talking a really long time and I wonder what was taking her so long. 'Evelyn! Did you change yet?' I yell and soon after I get a response.

'Yeah, but-'

'Good! Then come out and show me,'

'Um,' she hesitated 'I can't, Ash! You come here,' she calls.

I sigh, getting up from the bench and asking a clerk if I could go in the changing room 'I'm sorry, sir but I can't let you do that.'

'Please,' I beg 'My friends too shy to come out and show me how she looks. She needs me...'

The clerk puts her hand on her head 'Okay, fine, just don't tell my boss about this.' I nod, going into the changing room and looking for which cubicle she was in.

'Which one are you in, Evelyn?' I yell.

'Number 3,' she calls back and I follow her voice to the cubicle labelled 3. I draw open the curtain door and go in, closing it behind me. 'Look at me,' she sobs 'I look like a freak,' she holds up her arms which have scars on every inch 'If I go in this, everyone will stare. I can't wear this.' I look down at at her and see that the red slit marks are even in her upper legs. I crouch down.

'Evelyn...' I whisper 'You cut here as well?' My finger traces the scars that lead to her inner thigh and she flinches. 'Sorry,' I move my hand away from where I had nearly touched 'Listen to me. You have to stop doing this. You have to stop hating yourself. It's stopping you from seeing the good things about yourself. You're beautiful, Evelyn. Why can't you see that?'

'No I'm not!' She cries but I get up and cut her off. My hands rest on her sides and I pull her closer.

'Shut up for a second and let me tell you the truth. You, Evelyn, are a beautiful young woman and you have to stop denying that, alright?' She tries to protest but I cut her off 'No, I said shut up. You listen to me. Don't you fucking care what other people may think of you. They can just suck a dick. '

She pushes me away 'You're just saying all this! You don't mean any of this!'

I pull her back 'You want me to prove it?' My hand reached for the back of her neck and I push her to my lips. I could feel the shock in her expression until she slowly started to kiss back. Oh my god , this is amazing. It feels so amazing. But this is wrong. I can't do this, I can't just kiss her like this. So I let go, gently pulling her away from me.

'No one's ever kissed me like that,' she whispers, her cheeks tinted red against her pale skin. She looks down, touching her lips.

'Sorry,' I rub the back of my neck 'I got carried away,'

'But why did you stop?' She asks, look up at me with her violet eyes.

'I didn't want to get too carried away, if you know what I mean,' I joke 'You're only a girl,'

'I'm 18!' She whines 'I'm not a kid,'

'And I'm 21 going on 22 next week. Don't you think I'm a little old for you?' I raise my eyebrow. 'Plus I'm already classed as a murderer. I don't want to be a classed as a paedophile too.'

She scoffs 'Whatever. You're the one that kissed me.' She crosses her arms, looking away 'And four years isn't that much.'

'Wait. Are you saying you don't mind us going out?' I snigger and she glares at me.

'Dream on. I'm not even looking for a relationship at the moment.'

'See, this is exactly what a kid would say, regardless of the fact that they're 18.' I sigh 'Come on, let's get you home. And you want to buy this one or not?' And shakes her head.

'No,' she scoffs again 'No way I'm wearing this.'

'Fine, then. Get changed and we can go,' I open the curtain door to leave so she could change, 'And Evelyn,' I smile 'Remember what I said, okay?'

'Okay,' she sighed, as I leave the room

*****

Evelyn's POV

'Ash, get up! We just missed our stop!!' I yell but he stays stationary. I grip his and and try and pull him up.

'We aren't going to your house,' he says, with his hood above his eyes. 'We're going to my house.' What in the actual fuck, Ash?! He seems pretty serious so I groan and sit back down. He smirks, resting one leg over the other. It takes a few more stops until he finally tells me to get up. We walk down the street to a small house at the end of the road. 'Welcome to this shitty excuse of a home,' he says, opening the door.

I look around. It actually looks neater then I thought it would look. I actually thought he would have like human heads and limbs hanging from the ceiling or something. It looked like an average house. 'This is the kitchen, my favourite place. It has all the food.' I look in the kitchen expecting to find a huge collection of knives but I didn't see any. 'And this is the bedroom,' I enter  and find four beds in it.

'Why are there so many beds?' I ask, sitting down on one of them.

'Oh, those were my housemates' beds.' He replies, sitting down on the one I think must be his one.

'So where are your housemates? I asked again.

'I killed them,' he answered casually.

'WHAT?!' I immediately sit up from the bed.

'You're acting like its surprising,' he smirks as I stay stood up. He saw the freaked out look on my face and added 'I had my reasons for killing them.' Then he pats on a place next to him on his bed. I walk towards him and sit where he instructed me to.

'I'm sure you do,' I comment.

(A/N They kissed!! Finally!!! Sorry for this slow updating...)