Rock River allowed me to kiss her this time without pushing me away like she did before. I guided us back towards the door, positioning River between the door and myself. With her leg draped over my waist, I was about to move her panties aside and explore further. "Rock, slow down," she whispered, gently pushing against my chest. "What's the matter, Riv?" I asked, concerned. I could tell she was feeling embarrassed about something. "Hey, what's wrong?" I gently held her chin and turned her face towards me. "Talk to me, Riv." She took a deep breath and looked up at me, whispering, "I'm a virgin, Rock." "Say what?" I was taken aback by her revelation. "So, you've never let a guy touch you there?" I asked, finding it hard to believe. I mean, most girls have allowed at least some level of intimacy. "No, I've never been touched there, Rock, and I'm not sure if I'm ready for that yet," she explained. "I need you to understand that if we're going to have any kind of relationship. I'm
River "It's prom day," Sydney says with excitement. I never knew that my best friend liked events like prom. Sydney is usually more antisocial than I am. She could easily be one of the popular kids, but instead, she has chosen to stick by my side all these years, even fighting my battles against Rock and his friends. It's still strange to think about Rock and me. "Come on, River, let's go get our hair and makeup done," Sydney says, grabbing my hand as we rush down the stairs and out the door. "Wow, where are you girls off to in such a hurry?" Rock asks, laughing at us. "Apparently, we're getting our hair and nails done for tonight," I tell him as Sydney drags me past him and into her car. Once we're in the car, Sydney starts the engine and backs out of the driveway. I glance up and see Rock waving at me, so I wave back at him. "Hey Sydney?" "What's wrong, River?" "Nothing's wrong, I just have a question." "Go ahead, ask away." "Well, do you think this thing with Rock a
Rock Last night, River looked incredibly attractive, even after Amy threw a glass of red juice on her. Sydney and I convinced her to stay at the prom until it ended. Afterwards, we went to a waffle house for breakfast. When we got home, River was exhausted, so I carried her to bed. I secretly laid in her bed and watched her sleep until I fell asleep myself. Sometime this morning, I had to use the bathroom, so I got up and went to my own bedroom. Later in the morning, I got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast or brunch. As I neared the bottom of the stairs, I heard screaming coming from the living room. Frustrated, I marched into the living room and stopped behind my mother. "How did he manage to escape?" "Get out of this house right now, or I will gladly kick you out," I growled at Jim Darby. "And you, little punk, think you can remove me from my own house?" "I will gladly help him. Besides, this isn't your house, father. It belonged to my mother's g
River Today has been a fun day so far. We have been having outside festivities for the seniors during the last couple of months of school. It's nice, but it doesn't make much sense because we still have finals to deal with. I'm ready for the finals, but I'm not sure about the football jocks. I have a feeling that Rock is going to want to cram for the finals during the last week of school, and I'll probably have to help him. As I'm thinking about this, Rock sneaks up behind me and grabs me by the waist. He starts running with me, and I can't help but squeal. I ask him what he's doing, and he says he's getting me wet. He's started calling me "little River" instead of the water girl, and I find it kind of cute. I protest, saying that I'm not wearing the right clothes, but Rock insists that I should let loose and have some fun for once. I give in and we slide down the slip and slide together. We also join in the tug-of-war games that are happening. We end up on different teams,
Rock "I want to take River somewhere for the weekend. Get her out of here for a little bit," I said to my mom during breakfast. "Well, you're 18 and in your senior year of high school, so I don't see a problem with it. Let's see what Sharon has to say about it." I couldn't understand why Sharon would have a say in anything that involves River. She has never been a part of her life. But I guess I shouldn't be too harsh on her. It's not her fault she wasn't around. "Okay, yeah, let's go ask her and see what she thinks so I know if I can go wake River up or let her sleep." Mom explained my idea of taking River out of town for the weekend to Sharon, and Sharon seemed excited about it. "I think that would be a wonderful idea. River needs a break from this place for at least a weekend. But don't get her pregnant at such a young age." I was taken aback. "Um, she's still a virgin and doesn't have any plans to change that anytime soon. And who's saying she will even agree to go
River I follow Sydney into the kitchen upon arriving at the cabin to assist her in preparing sandwiches and drinks for everyone. I can sense that she has something to discuss with me, although I am unsure of what it could be. Therefore, when she confronts me about Rock, I am taken aback. "Damn it, River, give Rock a chance to be a good boyfriend to you, despite his past mistakes. Be open-minded and don't wait for something negative to occur." I know she is right. I haven't been giving this relationship a fair chance. I have been guarded the entire time, and I need to allow Rock the opportunity to prove himself. However, aside from Sydney, no one else in my life has given me a reason to trust. "Okay, you're right, Syd. I will make more of an effort with Rock. I can see that he is genuinely trying to be a good boyfriend, so I need to be a better girlfriend." "That's the spirit, alright? Let's gather everyone for lunch. He will ask you what you want to do today. Tell him you
Rock The police officer handcuffs me without saying another word and escorts me into the back of a police car. But let's go back for a moment. Did he just say that I was being arrested for Jim Darby's murder? Jim is dead. I may not have liked how he treated my girlfriend and my mom, but I would never consider killing anyone, even if he made me angry as my girlfriend's father and my mom's former lover. Despite her current feelings, my mother still cares for him to some extent. When we arrive at the police station, the officer leads me into a room and closes the door. I don't see him again for three hours. Then, two other officers enter the room. They are dressed in plain clothes, so I assume they are detectives. "Good afternoon, Mr. Martinez. I'm Officer Butterhead, and this is Officer Milyukov." Oh, great, did he really just say his name was Butterhead? "I apologize for keeping you waiting for so long. Can I offer you something to drink? I have water and soda. Which would
River "It's been a few days since Rock was accused of murdering my father, only to find out that my father is actually alive. Now, the cops want Rock's help. I'm not okay with them using my boyfriend as a spy. They know Jim is alive, so why not arrest him for faking his own death and accusing Rock of whatever they did? Why rely on an 18-year-old to do their job for them? The cops want Rock to contact Jim so that he will come out of hiding and they can arrest him. Why not just wait for him to show up on his own? He will eventually reach out to mom or Gabs. That's just how my father is - always needing to be in control, and when he's not, he makes things difficult for everyone else. "River, what are you doing?" Rock asks me as he walks into his room and sees me trying to hide his Jeep keys. I'm determined to keep him here, even if I have to tie him to the bed. I don't want him risking his life because the cops can't or won't do their job. "I'm hiding your keys. Since you wa