Get through Senior year. That's all I needed to do then I would finally be able to get out of Oklahoma.
Head down and keep quiet. That's all I had to do and I would survive. That was my strategy.
Until I caught the attention of the wrong person.
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•Alone With You ~ Ashlee• 🎶When your lips touch me I can't take it Way you make me feel I can't fake it Baby! Don't slow down Just give me your all now🎶
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I looked at myself in the mirror, staring at the material of my outfit and my red locs were curly that was down my back. I was never one to care too much about my appearance but this was different.
Tonight was special to me.
It was Friday night. The night of Mercer's big game. The final game of the season.
Through the mirror, I could see the jersey-like shirt with Mercer's name and number on it. I was going to wear it over the long-sleeved shirt I changed into. To match, I chose a pair of blue washed jeans and black leather boots that stopped just a little over my ankle.
I did think about wearing a dress but decided against it. It was almost mid-November and it was starting to get icy cold.
Number Forty-One.
Something was wrong with me. I was smiling so hard that it was foolish.
A guy I like gave me his shirt and I was still trying to process it. It was the last thing I expected. Especially from somebody like Mercer. Just thinking back on our history, I begin to notice how we are starting to evolve from it. How things are shifting between us.
It made me wonder about other things. Sexuality is at the top of the list.
I never really understood much about it considering my dad wasn't ready to have that conversation with me and my mother left me with more questions than answers.
There was a moment when I wanted to ask someone about it but I refrained from doing so because of how old I am. One would assume I should know about all the crazy things pertaining to the subject but I knew very little. But knowing and experiencing were two different things.
The night I decided to do as Mercer requested, to touch myself, it was weird and strange. I didn't understand it until I kept going. Not only did it feel relaxing but it brought back images of the night at the Halloween Party. The night Mercer touched me.
