We were dressed and Liam was holding me in his arms. I felt safe and warm as we sat on the mat. I knew that something had changed within me after we put on our clothes. He didn’t feel like the boy that I wanted to avoid anymore. The opposite; he felt like the boy that I couldn’t see myself without.
“Liam, are things going to be different now?”
“Do you want them to be?”
I hated when someone answered a question with a question.
He laughed and then kissed me on the cheek, “I was kidding; sure they’ll be different.”
I was just about to say something when both Dwayne and Chanel came out of wherever they’d disappeared to and it was clear—as Chanel’s skirt seemed to be a thing of the past—that they’d been up to exactly the same thing we had been.
I laughed as I saw Chanel trying to get the leaves out of her hair. I stood up and decided that I would help her, “Have fun did we?”
She hugged me and said, “More importantly did you have fun?”
I kissed her on the cheek and squeezed her so tight. “I did. Thank you.”
She pushed me back and said, “You didn’t?”
I laugh, “We did.”
Then she ran up to Liam and hugged him, well not exactly hugged. More like she jumped on top of him and then he tried to get up and she kept pinning him down.
“You saved her!”
“Not exactly, I was just a virgin. Now…”
I didn’t know how to describe it, but I had a feeling that I would wake up in the morning and things would be different.
“Shit.” Chanel started to scratch furiously.
“Where were you earlier? You weren’t by the stinging nettles were you?”
Dwayne answered the question, “Fuck, I’ve never been to that side. I thought that the nettles were on the other side.”
That was when I realized that Dwayne may be pretty with his blue eyes and blond hair, but as I’d always suspected, he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box.
“I was too busy thinking that at last Adele was going to get over her grief and just live for once.” Chanel was panting and scratching like crazy. First her legs, but then as her hands started to rise up her legs, it was clear the part that she really needed to scratch, and Liam wasn’t going to let her do it while he sat beside her.
“Ever since…”
I knew what she was going to say and I didn’t want to talk about it. Whenever situations like this happened, his name would come up. She had no right to do that, not to me, not now.
“We need to get you home!” I blurted out as I held her hand and started to walk with her back into the woods. Where we came from.
“I’ve got my bike. It’ll be quicker,” Liam offered, and he had a smile on his face. I couldn’t tell if it was a mischievous one or he was thinking about what we’d done lately.
Chanel’s hair made her look like a porcupine and it was clear that she didn’t need to be asked twice as she took Liam’s hand and he started to lead the way.
He winked at me. I knew what that meant, he would contact me soon and I forgot that Dwayne was with me. Until he said, “Great! Now, how the heck am I going to get home?”
I sighed, “On your bike.”
I was thinking about the magical night that I’d just had with Liam and not really paying attention to the places that Dwayne was scratching.
“That’s the thing.”
He kept on scratching and I watched until Liam and Chanel were no longer in sight. I wondered if I should call him tomorrow. Or maybe leave it for another day. I didn’t want to seem too keen; besides, we were both going to college soon. I was being too silly, thinking like a kid that we’d have a chance to be together. The time that we had was over. The only thing that we should be concentrating on was getting ready for college.
“Why are you sitting down scratching like that? You need to get home.”
“That’s the thing.”
“What?”
Dwayne was annoying me. This was the first proper conversation I’d ever had with him and yet I wished that it would abruptly end.
“We only came on one bike and my phone battery’s dead.”
“Shit,” I said as I realized that I didn’t even have my damn phone. It was with Chanel. We thought that it was better for us to bring one bag. No, she’d thought that. Maybe so that I wouldn’t so easily be able to back out of it.
“What the hell are we going to do?”
I sighed as I sat next to Dwayne who was scratching furiously.
“I’ll just lie here and scratch until it stops.”
I turned to look at him and saw that he wouldn’t have any balls left if he thought that way.
“You do that. I would leave you, but I can’t even figure out how to get out of here.”
“Maybe Liam will come back for us?”
“Shit, you’re right. If it was just me out here, then I wouldn’t have thought about that. I bet the moment, he drops Chanel he’ll think about you and come back.”
“Why?”
“Oh, cause he just popped your cherry and he’s finally with the girl that he’s wanted for so long.”
If he hadn’t been scratching, if he hadn’t been touching his balls, I would have kissed him. But for what he said, I took back my nasty thoughts about him. I helped him, as I started to scratch his leg. And it felt like forever, but he was right Liam did come back. But that didn’t make me smile as much as what Dwayne had just said did.
“We need to stop doing this,” I purred as he started to study me with lust. It was written all over his face. My mom was out with his dad and they wouldn’t be back ’till late. Real late, and we were using that time to get to know each other. All over again. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy it. It just feels wrong.”“And that makes you want me even more.”His eyes were undressing me as we stared at each other. Our eyes continued to be locked as we both headed up the stairs and toward my room. “Besides, coming in through the front door is so much easier than climbing the tree. Sorry about the photo. Did I break it?”I quickly changed the subject, remembering the other night when he climbed into my room and nearly broke the photo. The last one that was taken before he was taken away from me. A hit and run they’d called it. They never caught the person, but I knew that one day they’d find out who did it. Until that day, I kept his photo near my bedside just a reminder that I’d never forget a
“We’re going to be out of here soon,” Chanel smiled as she spun round one more time. “You guys look beautiful,” Mom said as she took a photo. The thirtieth one she’d taken since she came up the stairs. “I can’t believe my baby girl’s going to be leaving home. Then you’ll graduate. Have kids and get married,” she stared to move her peroxide hair from her eyes as she cried. Mom had spent a bit too much on her looks ever since she started dating Henry. I wanted to tell her that she was perfect, just being a natural brunette like me. Now, she spent nearly all her time either with him or getting beautiful for him. She would say that she did it for herself, but I knew the truth. Mom was feeling lonely. Up until now, it had been her and me. Now I was leaving home. She must have realized that she’d been working all this time for her daughter. The one that managed to get into an Ivy-League college based on her grades, with a scholarship. She didn’t have to pay a penny; that was the thing tha
“Smile!” Laurie, Adele’s mom, said as we were about to get into the limo. My hands were around Adele’s waist. I was fucking smiling. I wasn’t sure what Adele was doing; all the make-up in the world couldn’t hide the distressed look in those dark eyes. She looked the most beautiful woman in the world and yet the most miserable one all at the same time.How was that even possible?We’d spoken the previous night and she was excited about it. She’d said that she hoped I’d like her dress. I even joked and told her that she could be wearing a paper bag and she’ll still be the prettiest girl there. Fuck!That was before I saw her coming down the stairs. I was fucking speechless. I’m not the Prom type of guy. I think that the whole thing is a fucking show. One that I could do without out going to, but she wanted to go. And I thought that for once in my life I would go out on a limb and do something for someone else. Instead of always doing what I want to do.Now, I could see that I was fucki
“Liam, I’m sorry. I was just feeling a bit down about it all coming an end.”I kissed her on the lips as we moved into the main hall. “Shit, I thought that someone had died, Adele. You kind of scared me. I’m glad that you had a bit of champagne. It seems to have lightened you up a bit.”She nodded, but maybe the champagne hadn’t completely done the trick, because her eyes started to fill with tears again. “Adele, talk to me. What’s up with you?”Then Chanel came up behind us and said, “If you guys walk any slower, by the time we get inside the Prom’s over!”She swept up Adele’s hand and then walked in front of us. Chanel’s the kind of girl that I love to hate at the best of times. Sometimes she just has too much energy; I think that she’s on a high most of the time. “Did you give her anything?” I asked Dwayne as he walked up to me, with his eyes firmly fixed on Chanel’s ass. He patted me on the back, “Just some loving.”“Fuck when?”He laughed, “You need to give that to Adele too.
My dick could only stay under control for so long. I decided that we had to go. It was at around the time Chanel and Dwayne were announced the king and queen of the Prom and Dwayne took out his seven-page speech, and everyone stood and listened to him as if he was the president.It was all about how great he was and how great high school was. As everyone agreed, I decided that they must have gone to a different high school. As far as I was concerned, the best part of it was leaving. There was nothing that was going to get in my way. I studied; that was the main reason that I was on my bike most of the time so that I could escape to somewhere quiet and open a book. No one knew this about me. They thought that I was some moody guy that loved hanging out with Dwayne and playing ball. I wasn’t naturally talented like Dwayne and I needed reassurance to make sure that my stay here was temporary. I had a scholarship to go to Princeton. Only Dwayne knew about it. The rest of the school could
If we hadn’t had sex in the closet, I would have taken her in the limo. We both needed to freshen up and as she ran around the hotel suite like a little kid, I knew exactly how we were going to do that. Everything had taken too long. From checking in, to getting up to the suite. There was only one thing on my mind. Adele!It was as if I was a fucking addict. Then again maybe I do have addictive tendencies. Everyone says that I’m obsessed with my bike. Maybe my obsession has moved from my bike to Adele. I grabbed her arm as she was too busy talking about the hotel room and the fact that it cost a fortune. I pressed her body against mine and said, “It did, but you’re worth every penny.”Her head dropped to the side, exposing the curve of her neck and all I could do was kiss it. I ducked my head against her skin and she let out a sigh. “I thought that we would talk first.”I pulled away, “We do that all the time.”She pushed me away, “No we don’t.”I swayed my head from left-to-right. “
I looked up and it was a brand new day. I couldn’t believe that we’d slept all through the night. Then again, what did I expect? That was one heavy session, but then as I stretched out my arm for Adele I noticed that I had been sleeping alone. I looked up and there she was, sitting on the couch facing the window. The cold Adele had returned. I wondered why she’d let me sleep for so long when she looked as if she’d been up for a while. She was sitting with her hair in a bun, which normally meant that she had just stepped out of the shower, in a bathing robe. I watched her for a split second, wondering what she was seeing outside the window, seeing as we were on the twentieth floor. There couldn’t have been much of a view, just people that looked like dots, and the endless skyscrapers around us.“Hey,” I grunted as I tried to sit up, but failed miserably and slumped back into the bed. “I didn’t think that you were ever getting up again. You were dead!” She giggled as I tried to get up
He practically dragged me out of the hotel, he didn’t even give me a chance to dry my hair. Liam acted as if time was of the essence. I should have asked him what the hurry was, but I just wasn’t in the mood. He was acting like a man on a mission, I hadn’t realized that he could be so cruel, until we got to the pharmacy. The compassionate guy had left the moment I’d told him what was on my mind. The thing that he’d been begging me to do ever since we went to the Prom. Then, we went to the pharmacy and bought a test. I say, ‘we’, because the man was picking up all different types as if he was buying candy or something. As we got to the counter the cashier dashed her eyes at him, at them, and finally me, the one who would be peeing on the sticks.“How much?” he blurted out as he took out his wallet, ready to pay. “Errh,” she said while blowing gum up in the air and playing with her loose strand of dark hair. “You only need one. They’re ninety-nine percent reliable. You really don’t nee