AVALON (BWWM)complete

Chapter 16

Author: ....its updated lol yay.

...What do you call someone who does that? I wasn't sure how to respond, but I knew it hadn't been about wanting Luther, or proving something to myself. I had I even been really drunk that.

Still, I knew something for sure. So I faced Tiffany boldly when I said, "Someone who knows how to grab on to something wonderful." Turning around, I walked towards the door, "I would say she is someone who won't ever let an opportunity at happiness slip from her fingers, ever."

Reaching forward, I reached for the door knob. Only for the door to jerk open, and to find myself staring at...

"Luther?" Tiffany said, her voice breathless.

He kept his eyes on me, but his words were for Tiffany, "I knew that after you left me that summer, you went home and spent the night with Jordan." He moved his eyes from mine, and looked at her. "I stayed silent, and when you came back to my side, I thought you'd finally chosen me."

His hand boldly reached out and took mine, "Sweets didn't know I already knew about you two." He felt me tense, and tightened his hold on my hand, "It's over between us."

Should I feel such joy at his words to Tiffany, instinctively I lightly squeezed his hand. I glanced at Tiffany, and felt for her. Her eyes were red as she stared at Luther wounded. "B-but, we can fix this..." She begged.

He shook his head, "There's nothing to fix," He turned his gaze to me, and smiled, "Let's go."

I nodded, following him out of the room. I couldn't help but feel the burn of Tiffany's stare as I left the room.

**

Tiffany stared at the door, she couldn't believe this. How could he leave her so easily, and for that—that no-body? She hadn't intended on him ever finding about her and Jordan.

Jordan was great in bed, and all but he wasn't an Archer. He wasn't going to take over his father's hospital. Luther was...the same Luther who'd just broken it off with her. Her hand tightened into a fist. She would get her revenge against that two bit whore.

"You're desire I can fufill."

Whipping around, Tiffany almost screamed at the sight of a man who leaned against the Science cabinet. He was tall, and his legs were clad in tight leather.

"Wh-who are you?!" She asked, taking a step back.

The silver headed male shrugged, "My name—it isn't that important, and I've been called many things." Pushing off the cabinet, he swaggered towards her, "But, your situation, a whore seems to have practice her whiles on that beau of yours."

Tiffany narrowed her eyes anger, "She did, but I'm going to get him back."

"Oh, and how do you plan to do that?" He asked, as he leaned forward.

Tiffany leaned away from him, feeling uncomfortable. "I-I haven't really thought of how to go about it."

"Ah," He said thoughtfully leaning back, he pulled out a silver flask from his coat pocket, "Well, I could actually get rid of the girl, but for a small price."

"Get rid of her?" Tiffany, ignored the chill that ran up her spine, "How would you do this? And For what price."

He shook the silver flask, "It's simple, I'll get rid of her, and return Luther to your side. All you have to do, is make sure, that she drinks this." He smiled, "It's simple."

Tiffany stared at the silver flask, and then at the strangers smile. She felt warning bells going off, but her jealousy, and greed took over and silence them.

"I'll do it." She eagerly took the flask, "But you have to keep your promise."

He nodded, straightening, "I promise."

She flinched back, when simply vanished with the passing of the clouds.

Staring at the flask, Tiffany eventually left the empty science room.

**

"Is it true?"

Luther stopped, for minute he just stared forward. I asked again, "Is it true that you already knew?"

"And if it is?" He said as he turned around, his expression dark, "If it is true, will you now say I'm pathetic?"

Shaking my head, I placed a hand over his heart, "No. You're not pathetic."

"How can you say that," He scoffed, "I was so stupid for hoping she'd choose me, well, for me."

"Stupid doesn't sound right, as a title for someone looking for love in all the wrong places." I said smiling slightly, "It's more like you just wanted to be loved...sounds simple to me."

We stood in the hallway, as he placed his index finger under my chin and lifted my head, "You are the thing I've been looking for."

Flushing, I tried to drop my head, but he let go of hand and placed them both on my cheeks. Forcing our eyes to meet again, "Before I knew about Arthur, or Morgana. I felt my heart jump when I saw you in the arms of Dolan."

Huh? Dolan.

He smiled at the look of confusion on my face, "Every time I would pass the cafeteria, I would hear laughter and there you would be in Dolans arms laughing and telling him to put you down. Honestly, those twins seemed to always be smiling when they were with you."

What? Dolan and Rylan, weren't all that different from others, I was the one who seemed only able to remain friends with the two.

Luther continued, "Even now, I want to drag you away from their side, and keep you too myself."

"Your exaggerating," I couldn't help but protest, "We're just good friends."

He shrugged, and leaned down, his lips a hairs breath from min. "Don't care. Your mine now."

My heart stuttered way as I stared into his blue eyes, was this love. The tightness in my throat made it hard to speak. My lips were suddenly dry, my tongue darted out to lick them. "So..."

He repeated me, "So..."

And before I knew it, he pulled my head forward, and lowered his lips.

Heat flared up, my body tensed at the achingly familiar need rushed into my veins. Every kiss was different, from sloppy, to practice to this...this tenderness that took my breath away. Everything was focused on him.

I could feel that I was losing myself, and in losing myself that the world was becoming brighter with wonder.

...Or maybe it was just me...hmm.