Moving back in with my mom had pros and cons just like any other situation once you asses all sides. Like that my grades were top noch but my social life had took a giant decline. Therefore effecting my reletionship with Skyler... it all started like this.
I sat at the lunch table staring down at my food with distaste. What were they even feeding us? I was brought out of my reverie when I felt a hand brush against mine. I looked up and across from me my girlfriend of 5 months stared at me with a gentle smile on her face. The world seemed to slow. The chatter around us died down until all I could focus on was her words as she said "You alright?" I shook my head and motioned her to continue talking about the latest One Direction news she had to spill.
Thats one of the things I loved about her. Sky was shamlessly obsessed with One Direction. She could talk about them for hours and never run out of things to say. Her eyes, behind her glasses, would light up at the very mention of their names.
"Its rumored Harry might have another girlfriend, Bear" she said to me with a playful glint in her eye. She knew Harry Styles was my all time favorite. I feined mock horror.
"Whoever the bitch is, she better back off. Everyone knows he's my husband!" Our table laughed and Skyler raised a hand to her heart pulling a face a shouting "And what about me?!?"
"You'll always be my number one Sky...But c'mon it Harry Freaking Styles." We all laughed. Everyone's spirits were high because today was homecoming. Meaning the dance. We could all get grindy and sweaty together. We were all super excited and also I couldn't wait to feel Skyler pressed to close against me. My mom was actually going to let me go. She had a strict "no fun" policy. One of the many perks of being the daughter of an over obsessive Jesus freak. So thats how I ended pressed between the girls' bathroom and Skyler. Her mouth worked wonders down my neck and chest. It wasnt until after our intense makeout session did I realize she had left a whoppin' six hickys scattered across my the tops of my boobs. Although it felt nice I had no idea how I was going to hide it from my mom. Looks like no more low cut shirts for me.
Not only would my mother think I was a slut but also she wouldn't approve of the fact that it was another girl who gave them to me. I see many holy water baths in my future. That weekend I manged to hide them without getting caught but at school it was a different story. It was all anybody could see. One person in particular noticed and that is how I met Donavan Coon. I guess you could call him a beginning and an end in my life.
