Outlaws (g!p)

8

"I saw two kids climbing the tower, but I didn't pay them no mind. Kids are kids, right?" —Blue Chevy passing by.

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..JENNIE..

"You still wanna climb the tower?" Lisa nips at my bottom lip.

My hands around her neck, I smile. "Unless you're too chicken?" I taunt.

Reaching for my elbow, she pulls my arm free of her neck and presses it against her hard throbbing cock.

"There's nothing chicken about me, Jennie, wouldn't you agree?"

Looking up through thick lashes I get lost in her blue eyes. She's different when she's with me. Gone the golden girl, hello Lisa. She has so much potential, and I want to tear it from her chest so she can see it. To see what I see, what this town tries to bury.

Jerking the truck door open, she gets out, my legs still wrapped around her.

Her sneakers stomp to the water tower, and she sets me down right in front of a ladder leading up.

"You go first." She juts her chin upward.

Taking one more swig of the whiskey, I reach for the first step and she lifts my foot to excel myself up. I begin to climb, one bar at a time. The wind picks up, my dress pushing around my legs as I climb higher than I'm comfortable with. My hands begin to sweat, and my heart thumps against my chest as I go up and up. God I hope I don't fall. Finally reaching the ledge at the top, I pull myself onto it and tangle my fingers into the metal lattice. I'm going to fall. I'm going to fall.

Lisa right behind me with the bottle of Jack in her hand, climbs up on the ledge beside me.

"I've never done this before," she admits, out of breath. She doesn't seem bothered how high up we are though.

"It's higher than it looks." I nod, scared to move. Chuckling, she slides over to where I'm sitting, leaning back on the metal lattice.

"But we made it." She looks behind her. "Wow, you can see the whole damn town."

Risking a glance, I look over my shoulder and see the small town. Lisa and I on top of the tower meaning something more than just a couple of kids looking for trouble.

We're bigger than this town. This place will never understand us, because they won't look past their old school ways. I wasn't born here so I'm automatically considered an outsider.

Looking away, I grab the bottle and take a swig. My eyes looking over the water tower.

"I want to draw on it," I whisper. The urge to tag it near unbearable. I've never done anything like that before, but then again, I've never stolen, or climbed a tower before either. Maybe it's the whiskey talking.

"Sure, why not. Make it an outlawed date," Lisa teases, looking relaxed.

I look at her. "Is this a date?" I thought we were just hanging.

Her face wrinkles, the word date almost cringe-worthy.

"Don't answer that," I add. If she says no, it will get weird. If she says yes... it will make us overthink everything tonight and I don't want to do that. Everything is perfect.

"Why did you just leave me that night?" She asks in a soft voice. Licking my bottom lip, that night comes into play. God, I was a mess that night. I was so mad at my parents, pissed off at the world. When I saw Lisa, she was my act of rebellion.

"Because, I was never supposed to see you again," I tell the truth. "I was angry at the world and wanted to be the girl I've always wanted to be just for one night, with no judgment."