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“Instead of riding home with Ryan, I’ll drive you home. They won’t check on you right away, will they?
We can tell Ryan to go somewhere else and make it look like you got a ride with… I don’t know. Sadie maybe?”
“She’ll be with Ryan.”
Harper rolls her eyes, but I can tell she’s into the idea.
“Justlet me take you home. We need a little one on one time.”
He smiles, and I swear his eyes are glowing.
“Let me help you forget all your troubles for a little bit.”
I raise my brows.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He flat out grins.
“You’ll see.”
Once we convince Ryan and Sadie to go somewhere else for a while, I climb into Easton’s Jeep and he heads for our house.
He takes the long way, driving slow, which is incredibly unlike him, my hand in his and resting on his thigh as he cranks up the stereo once I plug in my favorite playlist.
Taylor Swift is blasting at full volume and I’m singing at the top of my lungs along with her song, throwing my head back and losing myself in the lyrics.
Her songs remind me of some sort of teen dream movie, and once I got involved with Easton, I felt like I was actually living one.
While it’s been great, and I’ve had a good time with Easton, it’s also been really hard. Maybe loving someone isn’t supposed to be easy. The challenges only make us stronger, right?
That’s what I tell myself.
By the time we’re pulling into my driveway, I’ve stopped singing along with Taylor and Easton has turned down the volume.
He puts the Jeep in park, but doesn’t shut off the engine. Instead, he turns toward me, his gaze warm as he studies me.
“How did that feel?”
I frown.
“How did what feel?”
“Taking the long way home and singing along with Taylor?
Seemed therapeutic.”
I realize that it was. My shoulders are relaxed. And I didn’t think about finals or my future or Aisha and spray paint once.
“It actually was.”
He smiles, leaning back in his seat.
“Good. That’s all I want.”
“What do you mean?”
I ask, though I’m pretty sure I know what he’s saying. I just want to hear him actually say it.
“I hate seeing you miserable and feeling like I can’t do anything about it. I hate that people attack you when they don’t even know you. Because if they knew you, they’d realize how great you are. You’re sweet and thoughtful and kind. You’re funny and sexy and while I know you didn’t like what was written on the bathroom mirror, I have to admit something,”
he says. I brace myself.
“What?”
“You really do seem to love sucking mybig dick.”
He bursts out laughing and while I know I should be really, really angry about that, I’m laughing too.
“Come here,’ he murmurs once our laughter has calmed and I go to him, letting him kiss me until my head is spinning and I swear I see stars behind my closed lids.
His lips and tongue work some sort of magic over me and by the time he’s pulling away, I can only sit there and stare at him in a stupor.
“There’s my girl.”
He reaches out and cups my cheek. I lean into his touch, wanting more. Wanting everything he could possibly give me.
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He drops his hand and I blink at him repeatedly.
“That’s it. That’s all we’re going to do?”
“Well yeah. I didn’t drive you home so I could fuck you real quick in the backseat. I was just trying to do something nice for you. Help you forget your troubles and stress for a little while.”
I stare at him, overwhelmed with love for this boy. Man. My man.
“Thank you,’ I whisper, fighting tears.
“I love you.”
“Llove you too.”
His smile is soft.
“I wish I could do more for you.”
“You’ve done enough,”
I reassure him, leaning in for another quick kiss.
“This was perfect.”
“You’re perfect,”
he says, just before he kisses me again.
Easton
Winter break is upon us and I swear to God, I can breathe easier.
Helps that finals are over, and my girlfriend isn’t so damn stressed out all the time.
Helps even more that her parents have loosened the leash they latched onto her after the Christmas tree incident, and they’re letting her go out more.
Not too sure if she’s telling them she’s actually going out with me, though.
That’s something I need to bring up to her soon, but for now, I’ll take her any way I can get her.
As long as she’s in a good mood.
And finally, she is.
Soam I. I pull into the gas station that’s not too far from campus and park next to a pump.
The place is busy, full of cars and I notice the one parked on the other side of the pump I’m at.
It’s familiar, and as I’m inserting my credit card into the machine, I notice the passenger seat and the backseat are full of boxes and belongings.
Like someone is moving.
Once I’ve got the gas situation handled, I lean against my car and wait for the tank to fill, checking my phone.
We’re going to the movies and we’re meeting at the theater, since Harper isn’t ready to bring me back around the parents yet. I’m a little hurt over it, but I also understand.
I mean, their mom did catch me going down on their daughter, and that is some fucked up shit right there.
I’d rather pretend the moment never happened. Wipe that shit from my brain once and for all, but I know the next time I see their mom, it’s going to be there, hovering between us.
Fuck my life, that was messed up. I scratch the back of my neck, my gaze snagging on the woman approaching the car full of stuff.
Her walk, the color of her hair, everything about her is familiar and I know in an instant who it is.
Leigh.
She spots me, a sneer forming on her face as she rolls her eyes.
“You would be the last person I have to see before I leave this godforsaken town.”
I slouch against the car, pretending I could give two shits about seeing her, though I can’t help but be curious.
“You’re leaving?”
Leigh must’ve had to pay inside, because she’s undoing her gas cap with jerky movements and shoving the gas pump nozzle into her tank so roughly the car rocks.
“More like I’m being forced out.”
I don’t feel bad for her. Not one bit. She’s a conniving little bitch who used me. At least I was able to use her too.
“You get fired?”
“No, thanks to you,’ she mutters.
“I had nothing to do with that. I didn’t tell them shit.”
Why I feel the need to reveal that to her, I don’t know.
“Sure.”
She practically snarls at me.
“My husband kicked me out of the house, you know.”
“No shit?’ I run my hand through my hair, bored already.
“Guess I can’t blame him. You were fucking around with a teenager.”
“You’re a pig,”
Leigh spits at me, already yanking the nozzle out of her tank and putting it away.
“I hate you. I hope you rot in hell.”
“Right back at you, babe. You’re the one who messed with my head, you know. I was a minor back then. You broke the fucking law,”
I remind her.
“And you enjoyed every minute of it, you little cocksucker.”
She marches straight up to me and I push away from the car, standing my ground.
“You think you’re so smart?
Always getting away with shit. Someday you’re going to get found out for who you really are, and then what are you going to do?”
I frown, hating her words. What she’s saying.
The intent behind them.
“Shut up,’ I mutter, but it’s like she doesn’t even hear me.
“You’re nothing but a facade. A fake. Pretty face, I’ll give you that.
Nice body.
Thick cock. But that’s all you’ve got going for you. Up here?”
She taps her temple.
“Empty. Stupid. You won’t get into a decent college, no matter how hard you try. Your grades don’t measure up. You don’t measure up. I’m afraid you’re just aren’t good enough for anyone.”
I glare at her, trying to ignore the way her words make me feel.
How she knows where to stick it to me. I might’ve trusted her in the past, and admitted my worry over school, and how I fucked off all the time and never took it seriously.
She helped me. Made sure my test scores were up to par. Ensured my overall grades were stellar.
My parents never complained. My father told me I was a genius just like him.
I was on my way to achieving anything I could ever want.
“Truth is painful, isn’t it?
I see it in your eyes. It’s hitting you that I’m right. That you’re not as smart as everyone thinks you are.”
She takes a step closer, her voice lowering.
“You might’ve used me for sex, Easton, but you also used me to look like an academic superstar and now that I’m gone?
You’re going to fail everything.”
“Fuck off. I don’t need you.”
My voice is low, laced with fury, and the bitch actually laughs at me.
“Good luck,”
she calls as she makes her way to her car and jumps into the driver’s seat.