Her Lesson

Chapter 13 | Who Is She?

VANESSA

"DO YOU THINK CARS look like people and animals or is that just me?" Blaine asks and giggles on the grass next to me. I frown and think about it, laughter bursting out of me like it's the funniest thing in the world. "See you agree!" She turns on her side, her body hot against mine.

I stare at her, noticing the light makeup she put on. My eyes trail down her body to take in her outfit and skip over her breasts that spill out of the black and lacey string-up top she's paired with jean shorts with rips in them, her ass hanging out a bit. She's always been beautiful, a badass bitch that saved my ass from being assaulted on the first day of freshmen year. We'd fool around at sleepovers, and touch one another as we explored our sexualities, sometimes sober and sometimes not. I had a crush on her years ago and it's left, but as she shifts her body so hers is hovering over mine, I realize she still has an interest in me.

"B-Blaine." She puts her knee between my legs, the skin and bone of her knee rubbing against my panties under my blood-red skirt.

"Gosh, you're so stunning," she breathes and looks down at my lips. Her eyes are red around the rims, bloodshot from the weed that we smoked only a handful of minutes prior. She leans down, her breasts grazing my chest and I freeze. As her lips brush my cheek, I push at her shoulders. She stops and frowns down at me.

"Blaine, look... you're gorgeous and my best friend, my best bitch, but I'm seeing someone and I'm not... interested in you like that. Not anymore anyway." I wince when hurt crosses her face along with embarrassment. It's clear that she was only doing what'd we done a few months prior, fooling around and feeling safe with me. But things have changed.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," she rushes out, moving off of me. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and she doesn't look at me as she packs up her things into her bag. "Fuck. I didn't-" I sit up and grab her shoulder to make her look at me.

"Don't be. I get it. We have a history, one that has some sexual moments, but I've moved on since then and I've found someone I really care about."

"Who is she?" She asks in a whisper, sitting next to me on the plaid picnic blanket. Being as it's the middle of Spring, the weather can be bipolar, some days freezing cold, others hot as hell, and today is a mix of both, Sunday being in the low seventies.

"Her name is Lily. You've met her."

Her eyebrows pinch together. "Where?"

"At school. You're in two of her classes, Art II and English I."

I give her a few seconds and then her eyes widen and she slaps my chest with the back of her hand. "You're screwing a teacher! Ms. fucking Hansley to be exact! Oh my gosh, you're a dirty bitch," she laughs and I laugh with her.

"She's fucking amazing, Blaine. In and out of bed," I whisper the last part but she catches it and rolls her eyes, and I shoot her a teasing wink.

"I'm happy for you." She wraps her arms around me and squeezes me. "You deserve someone as kind and caring as her... Are we good though?"

"We're good," I reply and hug her back, kissing the top of her head. "I heard Olivia has been trying to ask you out, but she's too nervous. Put her out of her misery and ask her out," I whisper in her ear before pulling back from our hug.

"Maybe I will," she says with a nod. Her eyes drift to the grass behind me. "Besides I'll need someone to get over you, and maybe Liv and I will have something good." She smiles and I smile back, but it doesn't feel right.

On the inside, my gut burns with guilt. I should have never led Blaine on, should have never led her to think I was into her. Fuck what am I saying? Weeks ago, I'd never have felt bad for anything like this and I would have never turned her down, but Lily Hansley has invaded every corner of my brain. Her perfect and kind attitude has changed the way I think and act and it's actually really annoying but change is good for me.

Speaking of Lily...

"When are you going to ask Lily to be your girlfriend?" Blain asks and it catches me off guard. Here come the questions; Blaine has always been nosy but she doesn't mean any harm.

"She already knows she's mine."

She rolls her eyes. "Did you ever formally ask her, Vanessa?"

I think back on all our moments together. Most of them are spent with her mouth covered by my hand, my mouth on her, and our lips pressed against each other's while we're tangled in the sheets. "No, I guess not."

"Dude!" She slaps my leg. "You have to ask her. She might not think you're serious about her or something. You do have a reputation, Ness."

"Shit, you're right..." I look down and a million thoughts run through my head. "Fuck, do you think she thinks I just want sex?" I'm sent into a panic, grabbing my things and running to my car while Blaine stares after me in shock. It takes her a minute before she gets up at runs after me.

By the time I open my car door, she's running after me. "Where the fuck are you going?" She yells from behind me.

"To formally ask Lily to be my girlfriend and then if she says yes, we're celebrating in her bed!" I call back before throwing my shit in my car and hopping in the driver's seat. "Bye, bitch, and thank you!"

"You're welcome, bitch!" She gets in her car and is out of the parking lot before me. My car hums alive once I turn the key and then I grab my phone from my cup holder and open Lily's contact. I swipe to our text messages and start typing.

ME: I'm coming over. Be ready for me, baby.

LILY: I'm always ready for you, sweetie.

I put on some music and place my phone back in the cupholder before peeling out of the parking lot like my ass is on fire. I've got a woman to take care of, a woman that has burrowed herself deep in my heart.