I sit alone, quietly, in the car waiting for Luke to come back out from the house. I did exactly as he said and locked the doors as soon as his back was turned. When I'm alone I have time to process the events of the evening thus far. I feel so small sitting in the old Taurus alone. My eyes sting and my face hurts after crying so hard. I can feel fatigue setting into my body, and I lean my head back closing my eyes.
I don't know how long I sit in the car alone, the silence feels like it stretches out forever. I keep replaying Jacob's words in my head.
"My brother has told me some wild stories about your younger days."
I felt the numbness creeping in, my chest w
Shea took my hand when I offered it to help her out of the car, and she didn't pull away from me when I kept ahold of her as we headed into my Aunt's old diner. When Eva and I were children, my other used to bring us here all of the time. Any time we went shopping at the big outlet malls or took a day trip to the zoo we always swing by her sister's diner on the way home.When my mom died three years ago, Ev and I still made it a habit to come out here as much as we could. As soon as we got our licenses almost every weekend we would come to have Sunday lunch with Aunt Rosie. Her diner felt like an extension of home, but almost always left me feeling a little sad. Right after mom died, and Eva and I would come, I could almost imagine hearing my mother sitting at the bar, gossiping with Aunt Rosie about family drama or the people that
"Taste of life?" I ask?"Yes, a little of everything. Sometimes the weirdest combinations make the best flavors. You need a little of everything to experience life at its best. You can't just expect to have the good stuff all of the time, sometimes you need the lows and the hard and the pain to appreciate the smoothness of the good things."My stomach clenches with a swirl of emotions that I don't dare sort through right now. I take another drink, savoring the flavors as they hit my tongue, each one completely different but together, completely satisfying.I think Rosie says something to us, but I am too caught up in the swirl of thoughts and emotions that I don't think I qui
"I think that's cool." She says quietly. "Okay, your turn."I don't know why, but tonight my normal inhibitions seem to have flown out the window. I wouldn't consider myself aloof or anything, but I don't normally spend my time playing 20 questions in a car with a pretty girl. It just has never been on my list of exciting things.But something about Shea makes me want to know everything about her. I've been trying to keep to myself for the last few months, denying any type of attraction or interest, but after almost 2 hours completely alone with her, I feel as though my hold on my control is slipping. I'm aware of my extremely poor timing, and I regret the way we got to this point. I wish more than anything I would have been there a moment earlier to spa
Tyler: Wat r u doing tonight?Shea: Probably studying... u?Tyler: There's a party on Campus, wanna go w me?Shea: It's a Thursday....Tyler: I'll pick you up @8... Be ready ;)It's been just over a week since I met Tyler at the party, before I left he put his number in my phone and has texted me almost every day sin
“Luke…”I roll to my back, trying to open my eyes through the sleepiness holding down my eyelids.“Hey, are you awake?”The voice sounds familiar, but I can’t quite place it.“Luke.”Shea.I sit up in bed, suddenly very awake, and very aware of the fact that I am shirtless and Shea is sitting on the edge of my bed.“Are you okay? What's wrong?” Shit, she looks so incredible. Her dark hair falls down her back in a mess of waves, and her torso is barely covered by one of my sister's tank tops. The bare skin of her shoulders and chest see
I woke in his bed. The sun is just starting to peak through the window of his bedroom casting a soft pink light. Luke is laying on his back, one arm behind his head, and the other is under mine. I realize I'm tucked into his tightly, his hand firmly across my hip, anchoring me in place. His face is soft and his breath is slow and deep. I don't want to move, for fear of disturbing him. I allow myself to lay next to him as memories of the night before flood my mind.I dont know what came over me. I woke last night with a horrible feeling crushing my chest. I really didn't remember what the dream was about but I felt sick and sweaty. On instinct I had woken Luke up. And once I was in his bed everything else faded away. I knew it was silly and irrational, and I knew the only reason I was probably having these feelings was because of last night; I just couldn't help it. His eyes looked so open, and the way he looked at me had my stomach in tense knots. I wanted to know a
The music is loud and I feel it inside of my body. After we made a lap around the house talking to people that Tyler knew, it became super on that I was the youngest person at the party. Anxiety welled inside of me as I tried to keep up in conversation. But after 2 more shots Tler dragged me out to the dance floor. The beat was wild and exciting, and he kept me close to his body, moving himself and pressing or pulling me until I got the hang of what he wanted. There were lots of other people around us, each moving with another partner or in a group. The longer we danced the more my inhibitions fell. Tyler kept one hand always pressed into the small of my back to bring me closer to him. At one point he picked me up around the waist and spun us around. I threw my head back and laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck to keep from falling over. When he set me back down I left my arms where they were and he took my hips in his strong hands. We fit together well, and I liked the way he
The rest of the weekend, and the following week dragged. Saturday I made up some lame excuse to get out of going to see Tiffany. I knew she didn't buy it, but I didn't really care. It's not like I could make her much angrier at me. We weren't dating so I didn't see why she was so pissed in the first place. I mean I get it— I left with another girl and she feels put out, but after checking social media it was pretty obvious I didn't dampen her mood too much. Monday at school I discovered very quickly that Shea was avoiding me. It took me until lunchtime to even catch a glimpse of her. We never got to talk Saturday morning about what happened and I was hoping I could convince her to get coffee with me at some point this week to talk. swim practice was hell, and I stared daggers at Jake any time he was around. Everything was off.So when I got invited to another party Friday night I declined. I didn't really care for them anyway. But specifically this week I woul