"I love you." I can feel Brandon's lips on my chest. Did I really just do this? I say nothing. Brandon kisses my neck. He lifts himself off of me and kisses my lips. He hops off the bed and grabs his sweatshirt.
I search for my bra. I find it next to his boxers. I fasten it around my chest. Brandon puts on his boxers. I put on my panties and my sweatpants. I don't pay much attention to him. I slip on my Moccasins and grab my keys and phone.
"Where are you going?" Brandon says as I'm walking out of his bedroom door. I turn around to face him.
"Home." I check my phone. One new text.
"No, don't go." Brandon comes towards me and puts his arms around me. He kisses my forehead. "I want you here." Earlier this year, I would have killed for someone to like me this much. However, right now, this is the last place I want to be.
"Well, what are we supposed to do?" I say looking up at him.
"You can start by hugging me back," Brandon says putting my arms around him. I do. "You don't want to stay?"
"My mom doesn't know where I am." I put my head in his chest. He smells like Axe.
"Call her." I pull away from him.
"No, I really need to get going." I'm suddenly pissed off at him. I leave out of his door. He doesn't say anything. I go outside to find it's freezing. I hurry into my Mustang and crank the car. I check my phone for the message expecting it to be from Mom.
where the hell are u??? from Hanna. Shit, shit, shit. I totally forgot about our plans. I look at the time the text was sent. 12:14 PM 12/30/12. I look at the date on my phone. 12/31/12. I don't feel like texting Hanna.
I make it home to the house smelling like smoke. I walk over to Mom's bedroom door. I hear noises. Sex noises. So disgusting.
I head upstairs. My room is freezing cold, so I cuddle under my covers. My phone rings. Just a text message. Hey babe. Brandon. I don't want to text him either. I turn off my phone and throw it on the carpet. Then I fall asleep. Blissful sleep.
I awake to Hanna sitting on my beanbag chair.
"What the hell?" I say in my tired voice. My eyes still not focused.
"Don't "what the hell" me. I'm so pissed off at you. I was waiting for you. I had to eat alone!" Hanna stands up. "You're the worst best friend ever." I stand up out of bed.
"I know you're mad at me. But there's something I gotta tell you."
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Falling Apart
Teen FictionEmily is the last girl you'd think would have sex with the high school hottie, Brandon. Her friends aren't so sure. Especially Hanna. Her mom could care less, she's worried about her own life with a new boyfriend every week. Emily is so in love.. so...
