“Maybe you should go out and look for her, Harry.” “I can’t mom, I’m about to go to a party with Luke.” “Harry, it’s a Sunday.” He shrugged. “Well, go find Aspyn and then you can go to the party. But Harry, remember what we talked about today. Don’t make any decisions you’ll regret.” “Yeah,” he said, getting up and putting his phone in his pocket.
He walked down the driveway, towards where Luke’s car was waiting. He’d just tell his mom he found Aspyn. She’d wander back eventually.
“Hey man, what’s up?” Luke asked, barely looking up from his phone.
“Dude you should see the girl that’s staying with us. Hottest chick I’ve ever seen.”
This made him look up.
“Why don’t we bring her? Get a couple drinks in her, see where you can get,”
“Nah man. She wandered off somewhere. You can meet her later.”
“Fine. Later man, though. Seriously.”
They drove for at least 10 minutes.
“Oh shit man look at that girl!” Luke yelled, pointing out the window. Harry leaned back and saw the silhouette of a girl with long blonde hair. It almost looked like Aspyn… But it couldn’t be. This girl was wearing a short dress. Last time he’d saw Aspyn she was wearing jeans.
“I’m gonna pull over dude. Lets try to get this bitch in the car.”
He proceeded to pull over, honking the horn. The girl jumped a little bit and turned to face the car.
Oh my fucking god…
“Dude that’s her.” Harry croaked, staring at her. She looked different; she didn’t look as morose as before. Maybe she did just need some air.
“No fucking way, dude! She is hot! Talk to her, get her to come with us!”
“Hey! Aspyn! What are you doing?”
She furrowed her eyebrows and then realized who it was. She smiled and raised a cigarette to her mouth.
She took a drag and then threw it on the ground. She ran her hand through her hair, slowly walking towards the car.
Once she got there, she leaned on the passenger door window. “Looking for fun,” she breathed. She looked into Harry’s eyes, completely hypnotizing him.
“We’re about to go to a party! You should come!” Luke yelled, breaking apart their moment. For a split second, Harry thought he actually made a connection with her. But she just looked down and walked to the back door of the car.
“Let’s go!”
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Aspyn felt right back where she should be. As she was lying in the driveway, watching her life shatter into a million pieces, she realized something. Who gives a fuck if this new family doesn’t like her? Hell, who cares if her actual family likes her? Like Leighton said, she fed off of pissing people off. So why not piss off this new family? And what’s a better way to piss them off then to take their perfect son into a spin of the real world?
Shit, if she was gonna die young, she’d might as well have fun in the mean time.
“Harry! C’mon, lets go dance!” She said, grabbing onto his hand. She pulled him onto the dance floor. They started to dance together. Aspyn could feel his body heat.
They were at least 7 drinks in. She’d also gotten Harry to smoke pot with her, telling him it would make him play better at his next football game.
“Let’s get out of here, baby.” Harry muttered into her ear.
“Where are we gonna go?”
“You’ll have to come to find out.”
He put his arm around her and pulled her out of the house and into the depleted field behind whosever house it was. She leaned in on him; they were feeding off each other. They walked further and further away from the house, off into the clouded woods.
Ten minutes into the walk, Aspyn stopped.
“What’s wrong?”
“Listen.”
Harry stopped and listened, but heard nothing.
“I don’t hear anything.”
“I don’t either.”
“Then why are we stopping?” Harry laughed, slipping his arms around her waist.
“The only time I’ve ever heard nothing in my life is right after Katrina. No crickets, no people no nothing. As somber as it was, it was peaceful. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with people, there’s too much noise. People need the quiet, to think, to catechize. Maybe it’s that simple.”
Harry pulled her along, seeing the clearing where the old farmhouse was.
“Stop thinking in hypotheticals.”
“If no one ever thought in hypotheticals, there would be no reality.”
v
“Here we are, McDermott’s Farmhouse,” Harry murmured into Aspyn’s ear, holding onto her hipbone, leading her into the dark barn.
Aspyn gazed around, looking for something to be interested in. She could hardly see anything, there were no lights.
“Why did you bring me here?”
“My old football coach used to make us practice here.”
“So?”
“He used to say that your senses were only truly working when your sight was impaired. Sight was the restrain of the emotions. So, he’d take us here at night and make us practice, saying all our other senses would be heightened and it would make us play better. He was right, when you can see-”
“You are blind.” Aspyn said, turning around and putting her arms around his neck. She brought his face to his, just close enough so there lips wouldn’t touch.
“Uh, yeah, yeah. Sight is blinding.” Harry stammered out, closing his eyes and pushing his lips onto hers.
She welcomed them, at first kissing them lightly but progressively getting harder.
Aspyn had sure as hell kissed a lot of boys, but she’d never felt this way before. There was a rush of heat coursing through her body, her head and hearted pounded together in unison like a ticking time bomb about to explode. Harry rubbed her back in what felt like extrinsic patterns, giving her goose bumps all over her body.
This emotion was peculiar. It was foreign.
“Harry,” she moaned, as he moved his lips onto her neck. He unzipped her dress, moving his cold hands across her stomach.
“Are you sure we should-” she susurrated, unbuttoning his shirt.
“Shhhhh, don’t speak. Don’t think.”
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Teenage Crime
RomanceAspyn van Zandt does whatever she pleases. She gets away with a lot but her father has had enough. He finally decides to ship her off to good old North Carolina, the most boring place known to man. Aspyn later goes through a lot of struggles. Will s...
