Pretty, Precarious & Prohibited

30 - Quick, Quiet & Queasy

~ Breathe - James Arthur ~
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⚠︎︎TW - Sexual Assault Flashbacks
(5 Sentences)

"Au revoir Madame," I wave my French teacher goodbye. I walk out seeing Heath walk out of his Spanish class. "Heath! Bonjour Monsieur." I greet him in French.

"Hola," he greets back in Spanish.

"What are you doing right now?" I ask, walking with him. He shrugs with his hands in his pocket.

"Why? What do you want to do?" He asks. Well it's Friday. But Tag has an extra football practice, Levi is tutoring Maya and Ajax has a date. Yes, a date.

"Movies?"

"Sure. Just need to stop by my dorm first," he says. Five minutes later we made it to his dorm. I look around. It's a pretty average dorm.

I drop my bag down and sit up on his bed while he does whatever. "What movies are out right now?" He asks from the bathroom.

I pull out my phone to check. "What are you thinking: action, rom-com, horror or sci-fi?" I ask. "Not horror!"

I hear his laugh. "Is little Prystyne still scared of horror movies?" He asks. I don't bother saying anything. He walks back out this time wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. "Still the same Prystyne huh."

"Shut up. We are seeing an action movie because I know you hate rom-com and sci-fi is boring," I mumble. He takes a seat next to me.

"Which one?"

I search through the movies and decide on Extraction. "Extraction at 5. We have an hour and a bit. What do you want to do?" I ask, facing him. He shrugs laying back.

I look around his room until I spot a guitar. An acoustic guitar. "I didn't know you played," I get up walking over to it. I pick it up and pretend to hold it like a guitarist while running my fingers over the strings.

Heath chuckles sitting up. "You're holding it wrong. Here let me show you," he says. I walk over to him. He grabs my hips, turning me around and sitting me on the bed right in between his legs.

His hands enclose around me and reposition my fingers on the guitar. "Ready?" He questions, his hot breath fanning my neck as he tunes the guitar.

"Yeah. Show me what you got Mr. Rockstar," I exclaim. He chuckles holding his fingers around mine. I feel his chin press against my shoulder as he looks down at my fingers positioning them.

"Alright this is an A," he brushes our hands against the strings of the guitar. "G... D... C... E..." he keeps going, showing me each note slowly.

"Relax," he whispers, noticing how tense I am. How am I supposed to relax when he's so close. "Show me A."

I try to remember the notes and string A. "A7." I lift a finger doing it. "Atta' girl. Now E." As I continue playing each chord he tells me I soon feel his lips against my bare shoulder.

"Um, which chord do I play next?" I ask out of breath. Damn this boy drives me crazy.

"Me," he whispers, running his lips up my neck.

"I didn't learn tha- oh," I mentally facepalm for not understanding what he meant at first. Who says that? Get yourself together Prystyne.

He chuckles deeply. He takes the guitar from my hands placing it on the floor. His hands, now rubbing up my thighs.

I turn my head to kiss him. My hands around his nape. He grabs the back of my thighs pulling me onto his lap. Putting me in a straddling position.

Is it bad that I want him?