Puppy Love ch. 10

Puppy Love ch. 10

Ch. 10 When there's no where else to run

I don't know how it happened, but it did. My tears were dried and his hands were creeping up my sides. I was being completely engulfed in his confession and I was liking it. I was loving his passion, absorbing it the best I could. Something told me I was wrong, I was wrong in enjoying this comfort and this feeling of belonging. The best part about it, I could care less.

“I've never kissed a boy before...”

“What about a man?” he cooed.

I paused.




I looked up to him wondering what he had meant. By now our arms were tangled around each other, passion just barely being held back by what little bit of strength we had left. Why did I want to do this so damned badly? My hands grasped for his shirt and a sudden wave of nervousness came crashing down. What do I do? Is it any different than kissing a girl? Was he just kidding to get me close like this and then humiliate me? I hesitated and pulled back a little.

Then it happened.

All in slow motion did his face move towards mine, the room darkened as my eyelids closed themselves, and suddenly I kissed a boy. Not only did I kiss him, oh no, I made out with him. Full-frontal, tongue and all. I don't think I've ever kissed so deeply or been kissed so deeply. The feeling of his fingers in my short hair, gently tugging, his lips biting and provoking lust I didn't think I had in me.

He gently lead me out of the fierce storm and continued to tenderly slow me down, calm the seas with in me, tame me. His hands fell from my hair and rested upon my shoulders gently, fingers prodding for skin but found none. His head was bent forward, resting upon my forehead. My eyes were still closed, I could feel my cheeks burning up. My arms were around his sturdy sides, I could feel that he was all muscle under there. I immediately blushed. How could I even feel remotely turned on by that fact? I was horrified. I pulled away a little, he didn't let go.

I pulled away again. Again. Again. Again.

“Let me go...” I breathed but nothing happened. Again.

He slowly moved his body forward, pushing hard against mine as I stood my ground. His hands trailed up my neck and I could feel this moment getting intense. I must have said something for he stopped and released me from his gentle grab. As if snapping out of a mode, he wiped his lips off with the back of his hand and hid his clear blue eyes.

His lips moved. Sorry.

What? What did he say?

Sorry.

He said....sorry?

“What're you apologizing for?”

“...You didn't want to do that...”

“...No. I didn't.”

“I'm sorry.”

“What ever. Do you mind leaving now?” Why had my attitude suddenly changed? It was like a chemical was injected into my brain and made my moods change so quickly, I couldn't even keep up with them. I was still clinging to the moment before, that comfortable belonging feeling.

“...Yea.” He lifted his eyes and cleared his throat. The mood was back to normal and and he straightened his shirt out. “...I'll call you, three days.” with that he left me with an image of his back and three fingers.

Once he finally left and had closed the door, I fell to the ground as if the carpet was pulled from my feet.

I didn't want to go to school the next day, all I could think about was that kiss. That avid soaked kiss that burned my lips and branded my soul. I'll try to make it through the day, thats all I need.. Make it through the day and head straight home.

The day went by so fast, even though I was absorbed in the happenings of last night. It felt like that was the only thing on my mind. It kind of was. I saw Victoria hanging out with the same girls from last weekend. I wonder what changed her so dramatically in a matter of a few days. It must be those girls, turning her into an Alicia.

Speaking of which, I wish I hadn't run into Alicia on the way to my last class. Especially with her and her posse surrounding my locker. I dreaded the steps, counted them, hoped to god they'd leave. They didn't.

“So, Auditions are tomorrow right?” Alicia the Boss said. She was pretending to pick at her fingernails before her eyes flicked to meet mine. “...Who is going to be judging us tomorrow?” she asked.

“...The Drama Director, you know that.” I said with a roll of my eyes.

“....Right.” with that she pushed off the locker and said some sneer remark before heading off with her posse. She turned her head and flashed me a wicked smile. I just shook my head and wondered why the hell Alicia wanted to be like that. I huffed and opened my locker feeling suddenly saddened. My mind began to think about Victoria. Victoria. Out came a folded piece of paper with writing on it. I bent down to pick it up and slowly unfolded it.

Can I come over tonight? was scribbled on it. Did Alicia slip that into my locker? It seemed like it would be the most probable assumption. The warning bell rang before I had any real thought to it and ran to my last class.

The rest of that period felt like it took forever to end. I tore out of the classroom as fast as possible, got to my locker, went to check out the drama room to remind the teacher of the try outs tomorrow and almost made it home free, but Alicia stopped me just outside the gates. She tugged on my bag and jerked me back. I almost hit the wall.

“What the hell!?” I screamed but Alicia put her hand to my mouth.

“Shut up. You get my note?” she stood there expectantly and I just nodded. “Good, I'll be at your place around at 7 or so.” she turned on her heel and ran to the parking lot. I couldn't help but glare at her back as she made her way there. I really wished her hair caught on fire, or her skirt was tucked into her underwear so she could suffer some humility. But no. Not ever from my thoughts will something happen to her.

So I decided that turning around would be the best way to handle this situation. Too bad it was at the same time that Victoria decided she wanted to lock lips with that Jacey schmuck. I touched my own lips for a second before walking straight passed her. She didn't even notice. The entire way home I couldn't help but wonder how the hell a weekend could change someone so pure to someone so fake, distrustful, disgusting even...I knew she was easily influenced by things around her, but how could she turn against me? Had I done something to piss her off? I guess I'll never know if she keeps ignoring me.

I tried not to think about it as I got home, started and finished my homework, took a shower, and made some dinner for myself. I think it was just as I was starting to get comfortable that my door was being pounded on. All I wanted was some peace and quiet. God.

I made a sad face at my macaroni and cheese before heading to the door. I was dressed in a sweater and a pair of leggings. Perfect attire you think? Maybe it'll scare them off.

Or not.