"Ouch," he flinched as I am doing all sort of first aid to his cuts and wound. "Don't apply too much pressure on it. It stings." He complained again. My face heated up because of embarrassment, my hands are trembling so I tried to hide it by trying to press the wound with cotton, iodine and alcohol to which I intend to put a little pressure.

"I'm sorry," I said as I try to avoid his gaze. I'm trembling because I'm still feeling nervous right now. What if I'm not doing it right? Or what if I get his cuts and wounds infected. "I told you, It's better if I bring you to the hospital," I insisted, even mom does, but for the first time I saw fear in his eyes, so I didn't push it anymore. He asked me to do it for him.

"This will do. I've had enough of these," as he talks about what happened to him. "This is nothing compared to the many things I've encountered."

"Who did this to you?" Although he told me not to ask him again, I still wanted to know the truth. I still wanted to know why. Earlier, I was stunned, I don't know the first thing to do. For the first time, my mind go blank, it feels like I knew nothing at all.

"I'm fine Elizbeth, this is nothing serious," despite of seeing how pained he is, I managed not to ask anymore. Silently, I continued helping him get his cuts and wounds healed first.

"You should tell your mom about this," I said as I finished his bandage.

"You're not gonna tell anyone about this especially my mom. She shouldn't know about this," I gave him a confused look. "Don't ask why. Just do it Mary," I noticed how he rarely calls me Mary, and when he does my heart would start beating unusual.

"Okay, if you say so." I stand up and get the first aid kit. If he continues to be like this, I'll find myself getting curious about him everyday. What's stopping him to tell me everything? "Mom cooked our dinner already, I'll bring yours here." My eyes grew wider when he suddenly held my hand.

I'm not really that conscious whenever someone would hold my hand. For me it's a natural thing, and that means friendship. My classmates, friends hold my hand most of the time in school. My mom would also hold my hand whenever we'll go outside for a walk. But this, me and rebel...I know this isn't the first time he held my hand because he just did earlier, still makes my heart beats so fast, in this close space.

The feeling I feel for him is so foreign, that sometimes I wonder since when did I last felt it, or did I ever got the chance to feel it. Or maybe, it's supposed to be for one person alone. "Elizbeth, I just wanted to sleep. Please, let's sleep already," and that one person happened to be Rebel. I knew for a moment, this time my heart skipped a beat. "Hey, relax...inhale, exhale." I want to, but this is embarrassing right now, I tried to avoid his gaze but then he's just hard to resist when he's being this soft in front of me.

He slowly caressed my shoulders while his forehead touches my forehead. I feel his hot breathing right at my lips, "Rebel..." we were both staring at each other, while our foreheads still touching.

"What are you doing to me?" He said almost breathless before immediately standing up. I was caught off guard with his sudden move, so I stand up to, turning away my back from him. "No baby, I'm sorry." I faced him with shocked look. He then run his fingers on my lips, thrice. "I wanted to kiss you, so bad." And before I could protest with his sudden move, I found his lips on my lips.

My hands tremble as I reach for the hem of his shirt. This isn't right. Oh God. Please forgive me. But I gave in. When he stopped kissing me, there's this weird thing inside my tummy...and I just realized, I want more.

"Damn it." He pulled me closer to him and he hug me so tight. I lost myself for a moment. And when I realized how wrong it was, I pushed him away from me.

I did a sign of the cross. "Really Elizbeth?" He laughed out loud that made me stared at him. I cover my face with both my hands because I know for sure, I'm blushing. "Hey, it's okay. Don't be shy, it's not the first time that we kissed," he then kissed the side of my lips, that made my heart skipped another beat again.

"Stop it Rebel, please...you're getting used to it," I calmly told him. Wondering why I am allowing him to do it. If we continue this way, it's like I'm tempted, which is bad, really bad.

I'm not exposed to these things. Although I'm turning 18 this year, and I'm about to be in Grade 12 this coming academic year, still I shouldn't be expose to something I was taught only husband and wife can do.

"You're making me used to it," he shrugged his shoulders. I sighed.

I took a deep breath and met his eyes. "Do you like me?" I asked as I gather up all my strength and courage to ask that question. I tried to find humor in his eyes, if he's just joking around me again, I'm okay with that, at least I won't be bother of what might he's thinking about me.

"Why? Do you like me?" I step a little backwards. He throws back the same question I asked of him. I still look at him.

"I like you as a person. I like you the same way I like other people. I like you for who you are, because I believe God has a reason for creating someone like you," his jaw dropped. I just answered his question with all honesty, besides I'm definite with my answer.

"Anyone can like you. No matter how rude you are sometimes, anyone will like, and who am I to judge you. I understand that maybe you have something where you really are coming from, and I can't just not consider you for that," I smiled at him. I saw him suppressing a smile too, instead he looked somewhere else.

"Now, my question is...do you like me?" The way he looks at me now, amazed me. It's like his letting me see his real self.

"I hate it." My smile slowly fades. I should have prepared my self more. "I hate you. I hate how you say things. I hate how you try to understand me." He gritted his teeth. He avoids my gaze this time. "I simply hate you, but I can't help keeping you around," he said almost a whisper as he clenched his jaw around.

I don't know what to feel. He hates me yet he wants to keep me around him. Then I think it's best to avoid him at all cost, it's for his own sake. "Why do you hate me?"

"Just because..." He answered quickly. I waited for another response but then he chose to get back on his bed. He just hate me. That's it.

"O-okay..." I uttered before leaving his room. "Have a good sleep," I said as I close the door.

I sighed multiple times as I rested my back on the door. "It's okay..." I calm myself. "It's okay," I heavily breathe and run towards my room.

I jump on my bed and cover myself with my comforter. I don't think I can still face him tomorrow again. Memories of what happened in his room flashback on my mind.

The way he looked at me while he said he actually hates me, you know his really serious about it. But still it bothers me, knowing he hates me and yet he wants me around him. I felt a sting sensation right at my chest. Never did I heard those words from someone. And only Rebel can tell me those words. That made me wonder if someone hated me too in school but was just afraid to tell me the truth.

I go downstairs when I heard my stomach rumble. I just realized I haven't eaten yet since lunch time. As I checked the refrigerator, I only crave for chocolate cereals with milk. So I get a box of fresh milk and chocolate cereals.

When I close the door of the refrigerator, I almost dropped the fresh milk, glad Rebel immediately supported my arm.

"Relax. I'm not going to eat you." He laughed a little. It's awkward now that we are both standing facing each other, but it seems like this is not new to him. That this is just normal after what we've talked earlier.

"Uh...yeah...sorry...uh...are you h-hungry?" I stuttered. I bit my lower lip to avoid stuttering too much.

"I'm hungry but I think I want something else to eat," he grinned as I met his gaze. He then shift his gaze on my lips. I flinched when I unconsciously bit it harder.

"Ouch..." I complained to myself.

He then walked closer to me, instinct told me to step backwards, until my back felt the coldness of the wall. Oh God. I'm trapped.

Too much temptation for today, I don't think I can still bear it. I forcefully close my eyes, not wanting to see what is his reaction at the sight of me now. "I wanna bit your lips too, the way you're biting it now," it's like he snapped a finger that made my eyes open. "That innocent look on you, makes me want you even more," I gasped when he touched my lips using his thumb, just so I'll stop biting it.

"It's bleeding..." He whispered. I nodded out of nowhere. Slowly, he kissed my lips, trying to wipe out the blood on it. "Damn, fuck..." He left me here dumbfounded after that short kiss.

He kisses me every time he wants to, and it's not the right thing. I should help him to stop getting used to it. But I found myself holding my lips...while my heart beats so fast and at the back of my mind, I know...

Please Mary Elizbeth, wake up this isn't you...and it's not a good thing.