Sword With no Point

Chapter 3: Breaking Boundaries

(A/N: Cheesy romance... To the rescue!)

Chapter 3

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Breaking Boundaries

John stood next to Alex at her front door, waiting for her to unlock the door. Finally, there was a click as the door creaked open. "Good evening, sweetheart!" Alex's mother greeted while rushing out from the kitchen. "Who's the boy?"

"Mom, this is John Abblt. He's here to study with me for our first diagnostics. John, this is my mother," Alex explained, introducing them to each other as they shook hands. Her mother grabbed her purse, and on the way out of the house she said, "I'm going to the store to buy some groceries and food! Have fun studying!" She did an awkward wave and nearly tripped out the front door of the tiny house.

Alexandria sped over to the couch and opened her backpack, revealing a few textbooks and her phone. John sat next to her, putting his backpack in front of him. "Science first?" he asked, pulling a science textbook half way out of his backpack. Alex nodded, making her beautiful black hair wave with each motion.

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John laughed along with her as they told each other hilarious life moments. Their books and papers were scattered across the floor, each one stepped on and partly ripped. John was holding a can of Mountain Dew in his hand, and so was Alex.

Her mother had been gone for at least 3 hours. John's hair was messy and spiked, his hair gel getting all over his hands. They had been messing around ever since they lost intrust in studying, each one playing around and fooling with each other. "Really? How did it feel to be run over by a dirt bike? I heard those things are heavy," Alex asked him between laughing. "I don't really know, it was kind of like one of those moments where time goes by and you don't notice anything that happens," he replied.

John had just been telling her about how he was run over by a dirt bike in Denver, and how the bike left tracks all over him. "So where are you from? Somewhere near here, I'm guessing?" he asked her, taking a sip from his soda. "Miami, Florida," she said. John nearly spit out his soda. "What?!" he almost screamed.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's just, uh, where I got this."

He lifted up his left long sleeve to reveal a gigantic bite mark that stretched from his shoulder to his elbow. It was red and deep, but it looked like it was doomed to stay imprinted on his flesh forever. The teeth marks almost reached his bone. "What gave you this in Florida? How is this possible?" she asked, fingering the deep scar. She ran her hand over his arm, watching as he flinched from the newly formed wound.

"I don't remember... And I'm probably glad I don't."

Alex pressed her cheek to his scar, her hair getting messed up from the constant tossing and turning through the afternoon. John smiled and whispered, "It's okay, Alexandria. It doesn't hurt that much anymore." He put his hand in between Alex and his scar, making her sit up again. She felt a strange feeling for him, not sure if it was sympathy, or just plain friendship. Seeing that John had decided to mention the dangers of Florida, she asked him further. "What's it like down there? I'm not a fan of getting hurt, as you can tell," she questioned.

"Dangerous if not enjoyable. It's not like up here where you can rejoice in the wonderful snow, Alex," he answered. John lay down on her, pushing her back with him. His blonde hair tossed and turned with each movement, the gel fading out. They relaxed on each other, the back of John's head cuddling into her belly. Already the first day and I've found a best friend, Alex realized. She started to actually like Canada and its inhabitants, despite how the snow irked her to no end. She ran her finger over the scar again, feeling its deep imprint.

He sighed, letting her examine the wound. She brought his arm closer to her face, looking at how the middle of the scar stretched down to the last layer of flesh. "You haven't gotten this stitched up? Can you feel some of it?" Alexandria asked, worried for John and his arm's condition. "Alex, stop being so caring. I'm perfect, you're perfect, we're all perfect," he said, leaning against her. Without warning, and out of being totally soda-drunk, she pulled him up closer to her face and made him lock lips with her. His eyes went wide and he was almost frozen in shock, but he continued the kiss. She didn't care what the critics at school would say, because it probably wasn't going to reach them anyways. John closed his eyes and cupped her face in his hands, emphasizing the romance. Neither of them wanted it to end. The sugary soda did strange things to their minds.

As they slowly let go of each other, each one's hands sliding back down to their sides and relaxing, they decided to rest next to each other, not caring how outlandish it looked. Alex rather liked him now, but John was shaking out of a hidden fear. "What was that? Why? W-what led you to do that?" he asked, his brown eyes flickering up to meet hers. "I don't know. Why?" she answered.

"I hated it yet loved it." At that, Alex blushed. "But we're no more than friends, aye?"

"Correct," she answered.

Alex once again put her hand over his scar. "What happened? I demand to know," she snapped, her face growing serious. He was surprised by her sudden change in emotions, but he could tell that she was smart to get him close enough where she could force him to say. "Alex! Stop it. You're getting ridiculous now," he loudly whispered. Putting his arm around her, he said, "Alright, so down in Miami, I know some... People, I guess you could say. It's not like they're complete animals or anything, but they're mighty close to it. They know some stuff, do some things, some of that they aren't really proud of knowing or doing. They put other's needs before them. They're just too dangerous to care for themselves. Anyways, just don't go near them."

"Why not? What the heck are you hiding? Is it that bad?"

"Alex, stop it. I don't know how bad it would seem in your eyes, so just stop."

"John!"

"Alexandria! Stop! I feel bad just mentioning it to you."

He cuddled his head into her again, trying to get comfy. He jerked his wounded arm from her, making her put her hand at her side. John started to softly stroke her raven hair, his skinny fingers wringing her flat tresses. She accepted the compassion and put her arms around him, encompassing his skinny body. She almost tried to feel John's scarred arm, but he had it out of reach. "Alex, just go to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow," John whispered into her ear as she closed her eyes. Then, he kissed her cheek, letting warmth flow through her pale face. Alex heard him walk over to the door, but never heard it open.

There was naught but a sweep of wind before the house grew silent again. "Good night, John Abblt."