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What Aisha said about my circle of friends pounds into my skull until my temples start to ache. I never know if she’s playing with me or if she actually has a brain cell next to her fake extensions.
Would they even be able to coexist anyways fighting for all that space?
grab a towel and get out of the hot tub, irritated, and a bit pissed that my body feels so good after his kisses, after his touch.
“You okay?” Easton reaches for me.
I jerk away.
“Yeah, fine.”
Which in girl speak basically means, you might die tonight, he seems to catch on though and quickly flips his phone over so I can’t see the screen which just makes me more suspicious on top of everything else.
He yawns and stretches his arms over his head, then grabs his own towel while I put the top back on the hot tub.
A tense silence exists between us.
Tignore it and decide to just go inside the house when he grabs me by the hand and pulls me back against him, he’s warm just like the hot tub and I feel weak because I need him, because his touch tells me that everythings going to be okay when everything feels so messed up.
Maybe it’s me.
I’m vulnerable.
And I blame him.
I love him.
I love this boy and I can’t read him, because he won’t open up to me the way I need and I’m scared that if I say something I’m going to push him away even more.
I slump against him.
“Hey,” Easton’s lips are on my neck.
“What’s going on?”
“Things.” I shiver and hear his phone go off again and tense even more.
“Someones trying to get a hold of you.”
“Yeah but my hands are kind of busy right nowholding on to you.” He chuckles against my neck, his lips on my skin, and I forget for a few minutes how angry I am and how insecure I feel with him sometimes.
I relax as much as I can.
He holds me tighter.
“You know I’ve never felt this way for anyone, Harper ”
Do I though?
“I know.” I lie.
“It’s not just.” He curses.
“It’s not just your body, Harp. It’s everything. It’s the way you fight me when you want to kiss me. It’s your bravery. It’s every single smile that kills my heart and steals my soul. Harper, you’re it. You are. Even if you don’t believe it, one day you will, because one day I’ll be able to prove it. You’re my everything and as much as you probably hate me half the time, I’d take that hate any day, because it means I’m yours and you’re mine.” .
A tear slides down my cheek.
“That was stupid romantic for a high school boy.”
“I practiced,” he jokes, kissing my neck.
His phone goes off again.
With a curse, he pulls away.
“Look, I have to take care of this really quick, trust me when I say it’s not a big deal ”
I turn around.
His face is pale as he reads his texts.
His movements jerky.
Something’s off.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
He looks at his screen again and shoves his phone into his pocket.
“Yeah, I’m just gonna run you home real quick then grab something by the school, apparently in all my anger and excitement I left one of my notebooks and one of the freshman who owes me a favor of massive proportions picked it up ”
“Huh?” What freshman? What favor? I don’t say anything else but I want to because it’s so out of the blue and why wouldn’t he have said something sooner? Doubt starts creeping in again when it comes to Easton like it always does after we’re vulnerable together.
He pulls me into his arms, his smile easy.
“I’m spending the night. I mean, if that’s okay?”
“And when my parents come barging in?”
“I’ll be quiet ” He laughs. He’s so gorgeous I want to cry a bit, with his dimples, dark hair, and crystal blue eyes. He’s lean but built and even when he’s not kissing me I dream of his tongue, of the way my fingers feel against his firm stomach, his crazy six pack on display.
“You’re the loud one.”
I shove him, but also, I mean, what girl would be quiet with Easton standing in front of them? Eating them out? Fucking them? Loving them?
“What? It’s true!” He laughs and looks at his phone again, what the hell?
“It will literally take no time, plus I can drop you off first so your parents don’t get suspicious, perfect plan.”
“Yeah.” I decide I have no choice but to trust him even though something doesn’t feel right, I want him to communicate more but I’m afraid of being that needy girl so I simply say.
“Okay.”
“You mean everything to me.” He whispers, kissing my forehead. His eyes flicker then linger on mine for a few beats before he looks away and laughs.
“Don’t fall asleep without me ”
“Like I could.” I pull him in for a hug.
I memorize the way he smells.
The way he feels.
It’s right.
Everything about us is finally right, so why do I keep looking for all the wrong? It’s not fair to him, or to our relationship.
Texhale.
He smells like hot boy, spice, and rum.
And he’s mine.
Right?
“Hurry back,” I say as we both quickly get ready.
He slaps my ass.
“Where else would I rather be than by your side, Harper?”
Good question.
I tell myself to trust him.
I tell myself to be the secure one.
And I force myself to smile the entire ride back to my house as if this is completely normal and everything’s fine, and I almost believe it. Almost,
I have nothing to worry about, right?
Because I’m his, and he’s mine.
And why else would he make up a dumb excuse like a freshman kid holding his notebook? Easton’s better than that.
I trust him.
I really have no choice.
My chest hurts as his Jeep pulls away from the curb in front of my house and I don’t know why but it feels wrong.
Easton
I’m shit.
Like actual shit on shit, the worst shit, fuckkkkkkkk.
My palms are actually sweating as I grip the steering wheel and head over to Leigh’s house.
She didn’t just send me horrible text threats, she called seven times, which is the last thing you want when you’re trying to open up to your girlfriend basically saying,
“hey no worries I’ve changed,” only to leave her and go to the guidance counselor slash admin you used to fuck and repeat history. Originally she said she needed a favor, code word for she wants the high school senior to bend her over against her office chair until she’s hoarse from screaming.
I snort, yeah, a favor, she said the same thing in her texts tonight, hey can you do me a favor?
Code yet again.
I know what Leigh wants.
I know she’s going to use any information she has on us.
And I want to actually run my Jeep into the next brick building I see.
I don’t want her anymore. Funny how the minute you have something good, the universe is like yeah just wait for it, I’ll fuck with you. You’re in love? Cool, let’s bring in some hate or competition, or even better, let’s make sure your entire life is over if you don’t do xyz.
I’m sick the entire drive to her house.
I almost turn around a dozen times, maybe if Harper questioned me I would have, instead my phone is silent, my car is like death as rain starts to pound against my windshield.
It takes me maybe fifteen minutes to get to her house, it’s in a nice subdivision five blocks over from Harper’s house. The white and black split level house stares me down as I park.
I suddenly hate doors that are white and have fall decorations.
I hate them.
I know what’s behind that door, maybe that’s why.
Or maybe I suddenly have a conscience, either way, I’m not happy to be here and in the past the only reason I even came here was to get good grades or because it was taboo.
Not feeling that way right now, no. I’m feeling cheap and disgusted and like a total liar.
I stare down the door and take a deep breath. It opens, because of course it does. Leigh is holding it open with a glass of wine in hand, she’s wearing a crop top that leaves nothing to the imagination and a pair of low slung black sweats.
Tused to think she was hot, the type of mom or cougar you fuck over and over again because you get bragging rights, but now? I notice the aggressiveness, the manipulation, and the exhaustion.
Slowly, I get out of my jeep and look behind me just in case, not that anyone was following me but I’m suddenly extremely paranoid for some reason as I walk toward Leigh.
She takes a sip of her wine, meanwhile I want to throw up.
“You came.” She holds her door open.
I swallow and shove my hands into my jeans.
“Yeah well, I didn’t really have a choice.”
“How’s the girlfriend?” She winks.
Again, I want to vomit.
“Good, thanks for asking.” I force a smile
“Gonna invite me in?”
“Of course.” She opens the door wider.
She has candles lit around her small living room. The fire roars in the fireplace and two bottles of wine are set on the kitchen table with an empty glass I’m assuming is mine.
I walk numbly toward the kitchen counter and grab the wine, pouring it into my glass until
I’m sure it’s going to spill over, then take a long, hard sip. Fuck, I would murder someone for weed right now.
Fuck, I’d probably rob someone for it with the way she’s looking at me.
The sound of her front door closing feels like a gunshot to the head as I try to keep my cool.
“So .” She leans against the countertop and all I can focus on is her belly ring. I literally want to yell midlife crisis, instead I look away and drink more wine.
“You wanna go into the bedroom or stay here?”
Images of me and Harper in the hot tub assault me to the point where it’s hard to breathe. I wasn’t just saying shit-I love her.
I truly
Really.
Love.