Lead Me Out of the Dark

Happy Valentine's Day

“Was that okay?” I asked. Had I pushed him too hard? Was I giving him flashbacks?

“It was different,” he answered. I tensed. He must have misinterpreted my question. But…how bad was ‘different’? The worst kiss he’d ever had? Was I too invasive? I stared out the window pensively, wishing I could decipher the language guys spoke.  Deck must have noticed my turmoil because he spoke quickly.

“I mean, the only experience I’ve ever had was with Tiffany, and she’s different than you,” He blurted. I winced again. That was downright cold. Tears sprung to my eyes. That was Deck’s way of telling me that Tiffany was prettier, sexier, more experienced. She knew how to make out with a guy. I was nothing like her. I was stupid, broken Skye. I was worse than the only experience he’d ever had with a girl. I was secondhand compared to his first time. I looked down at my hands, feeling the familiar sting of tears as they pricked my eyes. As Deck pulled up to the driveway, he looked at my face.

“Skye!” He gasped. He was surprised that I was crying. Why the Hell was he surprised!? I was humiliated! I sprinted out of the car, running into my room, past Ryan and Linda, who were sitting in the living room. I collapsed into my bed and I huddled underneath the covers, crying my eyes out. I hadn’t realized how much I was attracted to Deck. How much I wanted him. How badly I’d wanted him to like me. Why would he like me? I was destroyed. I let Deck sort out his familial problems in the living room. They didn’t concern me. I had to stop getting too attached to people. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t even become friends with Deck, and here I was making out with him. I deserved to feel awful. It was my fault that I felt this way. I heard the door to my room open and I cringed. I was glad I was hiding under the bed sheets. Maybe he’d leave me alone.

“Skye, we need to talk,” Deck declared. I didn’t answer him. Hopefully, he’d think that I was either avoiding him or sleeping.

“Skye, I know you’re awake.” No you don’t! I wanted to scream. Before I could do anything, Deck jumped onto the edge of my bed. I gasped, and he yanked my covers away from my face. I gave him a death glare.

“Knew it,” Deck smirked.

“I don’t want your apology. I get it. Now leave me the fuck alone.” I growled, yanking the covers up above my head again. Deck trapped my wrists above my head. I let go of the blanket, surprised. Deck was now hovering over me, his face inches away from me.

“That’s what you think? You think I want to apologize?” He asked. I gawked at him. If he didn’t want to apologize, what did he want to say? Did he want to gloat? I nodded dumbly.

“Christ, Skye!” He said, and then he was laughing. He was laughing so jubilantly that it pissed me off. I wanted to hit him really badly.

“Why the Hell are you laughing!?” I shrieked. When he only laughed harder, I crossed my arms and pursed my lips. What an asshole. He looked at me and grew serious, leaning forward and pressing his lips against mine. His lips tasted delicious. They were so soft, delicately pressing against mine and- and then they were gone. I hated him for teasing me this way. He knew I wanted him and he thought it was just so damn hilarious. I pursed my lips in anger.

“Would you stop pursing your lips!? You’re making it very difficult to concentrate!” He complained. I lifted my eyebrows. I hadn’t expected him to say that. I looked away, trying to fight the urge to purse my lips. I ended up looking at the ground to the left, biting my lip to fight the irrepressible expression that usually fell onto my face. He pressed his lips to mine again. This time, since I wasn’t looking at him, it surprised the Hell out of me.

“Actually, I think biting your lip is worse,” he admitted. I scowled at him. He was being an ass on purpose. Why was he calling me ugly, especially right after he was kissing me!? Was this some unique form of torture I wasn’t privy to? I felt my stomach twist.