The Perfect Mistake

Chapter 9

Ayyeee sorry it took so long. That was a bitch move to leave a cliffhanger and then not write for years. I apologize. I still love you all, even if you hate me. Also! When I go to write chapter 10, I will be changing the title of this story. So I don't want everyone to freak out and be like omg its gonnee. The new title will be "The Perfect Mistake" . K?

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             Sparks flew throughout my entire body the second my lips met Derrick’s. That lasted a whole half a second before I pulled away and looked at him from under my eyelashes.

            He was smiling back at me, with that smile I love. That rare smile that I’m starting to think he saves for me. Our lips had barely touched, but I was definitely craving more. He leaned back into me, planting his mouth more firmly on mine. I felt that addicting spark again, and just as I was about to give in, I heard my doorbell.

            I pulled my face away and wriggled out of his grasp, quickening my pace as I headed for the door. I just kissed Derrick. I have a boyfriend. The worst part is, I’ve never felt something that intense while kissing Zack. I took deep breaths and faced the front door, not wanting to look back at Derrick.

            My hand grasped the handle just as I heard a voice from outside.

            “Ericka! I know you’re in there. Your car is still in the driveway. I know I was a jerk. I’m sorry. Please open the door.” Zack’s voice called out.

            I froze in fear. Shit! What the hell is he doing here?! I turned around and made eye contact with Derrick from the hallway. He nodded slowly and slipped up the stairs towards my bedroom.

            Once he was safely out of sight, I pulled the door open. “Zack, I—” I started to say, but my voice was abruptly cut off.

            “Do you love me?” He asked.

            “What?” I replied.

            “Do you?” He asked again.

            I opened my mouth to reply but was once again cut off.

            “I just don’t understand you. I try to be the perfect boyfriend to you. I’m everything any girl could ever want, so why do you need to hang out with some other guy? He’ll never love you like I do. He’ll never treat you like me. He’s an asshole, Ericka. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself, and he’ll only hurt you. Do you want to get hurt? I can protect you from that. I’d never hurt you.” He said, hardly pausing to take a breath.

             He walked forward and pulled me into a hug, kissing me roughly on the lips.

            I pulled away. “Zack, it isn’t that simple. I need to figure out my feelings. I don’t want to be left wandering.” I said quietly.

            “Will you answer one honest question for me?” He asked me quietly.

            “Yes.” I answered.

            “Have you kissed him?”

            “What kind of question is that?”

            “Just answer.”

            “…No. I haven’t.”

            “Are you going to?”