Lesson Learned✔

6

Chris

Two things were on my mind leading up to Friday night.

1.Who the fuck was Elijah?

And

2. Aspen could not go.

All week I watched out for him, trying to see who he was. Noting anyone who approached Aspen, but not once did I see someone near her. Then again, I always waited in the car.

Lie. I went to the library at times. Catching her off guard, but still there was no one near her.

Was he even real?

It was a lump of coal to swallow, knowing that another person was giving Aspen in gifts.

It was one gift, but still. It. Was. One. Gift.

For fucks sake, I was a grown ass man jealous of a boy. I shouldn't be worried, but I was.

If Aspen hadn't called me on my bullshit weeks ago, if she hadn't pointed out my lack of presence. I wouldn't be worried, but she did. And from the moment, I could feel the uncertainty in her. How if I messed up, she could slip away.

I needed to up my game, show Aspen that she was my center. That I gave more fucks than that Elijah boy.

Love? I gave her that. Showed it and told her. But I needed to be better.

Attention? I was trying. Trying to give her more than a few hours. I would do better.

Trust? I did trust her. There was no reason why I shouldn't. Aspen was honest and truthful. If she said Elijah was just a friend, I trusted her.

But him? No.

Aspen could say he was a friend, but him? I didn't even know the guy, only his name. For all I knew he did want her, fuck he probably does want her.

It bothered me that he had given her a gift. Cross that, had won it for her. Aspen probably didn't even realize that him taking her to the carnival was a date, or was I reading too much into it? I could be. People invited people to places.

I could be wrong. I did hope I was.

But deep in my gut, I knew I was right. That Aspen didn't even know that the carnival was a date and so was the party. Fuck how many times had he taken her out?

Friday came and I arrived two hours before Aspen was supposed to leave for the party.

I wasn't happy about it after she mentioned Elijah would pick her up. But I had to keep my mouth shut, I trusted her.

It was something I had to tell myself every second. I trusted Aspen.

I walked into our room, stopping mid step as I saw Aspen walk out of the bathroom. My dick hardened instantly, eyes going wide at the sight of her. Of what she wore.

Clothes mattered on her. Especially now. What she wore should be illegal. Fuck that was ungodly. A fucking sin.

The dress was white, a tiny little thing that barely reached her mid thigh. Fabric clinging to her body, flimsy little straps holding it. Heels that strapped all the way to up to her knees, golden straps. Hair pulled and knotted at the top, a golden crown adoring it.

What the hell was she supposed to be?

It wasn't that I didn't like it. God I loved how she looked. I fucking loved the way she glowed, the way she looked like a goddess. But fuck I hated that she was going out like that.

I knew it was a costume, after all it was Halloween. I knew many girls would wear similar thing, but FUCK.

I had told her to go. But the moment she said Elijah I regretted it. It wasn't her, it was him. Until I met him, I would be like this.