My Secret Love

Chapter Four- Dedicated to special moments!

Julianne

I walk through the front doors of my house around seven. I head into the kitchen deciding a large cup of coffee is needed, after such a long night. Walking into the kitchen, I notice I'm not alone. Weston sits at the table, face down, gripping loosely onto a silver coffee mug. I smell the strong scent of the coffee and I'm happy I won't have to put extra effort in brewing it.

While pouring cream into my cup, I hear a cough and turn to see Weston, now awake. He's siting up straight now, but his eyes are red, meaning he's either stoned or didn't sleep last night. Considering no one typically blazes at eight in the morning, I decide on the later option.

"Rough night?" I ask, taking a seat across from him.

"Yeah," he answers in a raspy voice.

I look down at my nails, trying to think of something to talk about. "Where were you last night?" Weston asks, breaking the wall of silence. Why does it matter to him where I was? He was obviously having fun. "With Jason Marx," I lie. But it's just a small, I was with Jason for a while.

After leaving with Jason, we pulled along the road and made out. When he started feeling me up, I couldn't handle it and asked that he take me home. He told me I was cheap, and I instantly demanded he let me out of his car. I walked to Sydney's house because it was the closest place I could find, being as late as it was.

Sidney wasn't there, no doubt still out with that guy, and no one else answered the door. I walked to the back where her shed was and I ended up crashing there. Although I wouldn't really call it crashing since I spent most of the night staring into the lonely darkness. I was lost in memories of Weston. Memories of when we were younger, when he would play with me when no one else would. Memories of him inviting me to go fishing with him and Steven, even when Steven didn't want me to.
Weston, the boy I've been in love with for years, the boy that I know is hidden under the bad boy persona. I look up into his red tinted blue eyes and I realize that he hasn't said anything since I told him I was with Jason. Somewhere in that moment I decide that I would be with Weston, even if it's just a one night stand. I know I sounds desperate, maybe even stupid, but I'd rather have a one night with someone I love then forever with someone I don't.

After a moment longer of awkward silence, I cant stand it any longer. I get up from the table to place my cup in the sink, I turn, feeling a presence behind me. Weston stands there in sweat pants, that he manages to make sexy. Then again he would look sexy in skinny jeans, actually, I'm sure he would look hot in them, at least in some areas of his body. I scratch the thought away and look up at him.
I have to do this, and in order to be his type, I can't be nervous. "Did he touch you?" He swallows and I watch his Adams apple bob through the skin of his neck. "Why? Did you want to instead?" I raise an eyebrow up at him. Whoa. Where did this come from? The flirty side I never use is coming out.

He places a hand against the sink, so that he leans over me. "I'm not joking," he says seriously. "Me neither," I mock back, matching his even tone. I feel the heat of his words as he repeats his previous question, "Did he touch you?" I pause unable to move, because of his closeness, the way his body almost touching mine.

Relax, I can do this, I tell myself. I lean closer, face to face. Nose to nose. A breath away. "Not the way I want you to." I make a wild move and slide my right hand up the back of his shirt. I feel the muscles in his back flex, I stare straight into his eyes, so he can't spot my uneasiness. He takes his hand off of the sink, and I think he's going to back away, but instead he places his hand on my hip. I feel the heat of his touch radiate through my body and I think that it might melt the fabric.

He gives me a feeling I long for, a feeling that would be even better if we were even closer. I make a eager move and travel the short distance, almost to his lips. He leans in close, our lips almost touch but he pauses. He closes his eyes in reconsideration. "Julianne," he sighs my name. "Don't do that again," he opens his eyes in anger and backs away from me. My hand slides back from under his shirt. He leaves me there, feeling cold without his touch.

"Good morning," Steven calls, entering the kitchen, bumping against Weston who passes in rage. "What's up his ass?" Steven asks. "I don't know," I answer honesty. The only thing I can conclude is that he was grossed out by my moves in flirting, even if I thought he was enjoying my touch for a moment.

Weston

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." I march around my room, after a cold shower to suppress my raging boner. How dare she do that? How could she touch me like that? She almost made me take her right there. Luckily I came to my senses at the last moment and stopped. How can she make me feel like that? So... whipped.

Not only that, but she bring out this sexy side, that matched her wild curls left from last night. Those curls, I want to run my fingers through, that berry scented hair. What am I thinking? I can't do this, I lack self control, and that was proof. Maybe Jason made her feel like she could flirt with me. Although I like the boost of confidence, I'm only so strong.

To make matters worse, my phone chirps and I see a message from my dad along the notification bar, "this might take longer then expected." A year without seeing him and he can't even call to tell me this. I slam the phone onto my bed and plop down beside it.

A knock at the door startles me. "Come in," I call to whoever's on the other side, hoping that it's not Julianne. Steven walks in instead, "I just came to let you know you basically have the house to yourself tonight. Except Julianne, but she won't bother you." Yeah, right.

"Where you going?"

"My dad's." From what I know he see's his father as much as I see mine. So having this chance must be good. "What about your mom?"

"She's staying at grandma's for the week. Helping with packing and cleaning." I wonder what she's packing for. But I have a more important question to ask first.

"Can I stay longer?"

Steven doesn't question, why.  "Sure it's like your home too, but I wont be home until Wednesday." I debate if I should just stay on the streets, instead of staying in a house, alone, with his younger sister that I quote, "Wants me to touch her in ways that Jason didn't".

But I just nod my head, preparing for long days in my room. "That's cool." Steven is heading out the door when I call out to him, "Good luck man," He turns smiling, "Thanks," and with that he leaves.

Three days and nights, and this is my safe haven. Except when I have to leave my room. "I got this," I tell myself, blowing out air.

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I just wanted to tell you a perfect song that will go with this book once it's done. They Dont Know About Us by One direction! Ever heard it? If you have you probaly think it's the best song ever! If you dont think that then shame on you, just kidding! 

Well happy days lovely! Tune in for Chapter Five.