Maybe, probably [h.s]

Chapter 13

A week or two had passed since the night they had dinner at Fay's house. 

It made Harry feel good. Having sex with Fay that is. He was the only person to have seen her in such light. She would shake for him, he could always feel how wet she was, he liked that a lot. 

It had only happened a few other times since then. Fay needed a shower, Harry felt as if he should join. It ended with Harry's face buried between Fay's legs, and her crying out his name. That was another time.

With prom coming next week, Harry was getting stressed. Although he knew Fay wouldn't tell anyone, he was worried that he may have to pick between his social life, and his private with Fay. They hadn't talked of college since a few weeks ago. He hasn't told her about his NYU application, he felt like she had helped enough. 

Harry wished that he could be around her more. It never seemed like enough for him. He could feel himself getting slightly attached to her being near him. He liked the fact she trusted him so much; she always told him very personal stuff. They could laugh together. 

Although he has known this for a few weeks now, he couldn't seem to gain the courage to tell her. It seemed pointless, with them leaving soon and her social life nonexistent. They did agree to keep this exclusive though. Harry didn't like the idea of sharing her with anyone else. 

Fay, on the other hand, was already attached to him. He was the first boy to pay her any mind. He seemed to feel the same about her. Harry always said he wished they could talk in school, that he wished they could walk home together and let it be known she was his and he hers. Fay believed him, she truly did. She understood the anxiety of his everyday life and wanted to only show her support. It didn't really bother her to not speak to him at school, he was very different there anyways. She also though like Harry. Their time would be cut short due to college anyways. 

Fay liked to make Harry feel good. He had confided in her that he was not a huge fan of sex, like other boys. He said he never enjoyed it the way his friends claimed they did, but that with her, he understood it now. She relished in the fact he told her everything, it felt like they could say anything to one and other. 

One night though, prom was brought up. And although Fay wasn't expecting Harry to ask her, the thought was still nice. They went to the shop together. Harry picked out a black suit, with little yellow speckles around the neckline. Fay didn't try to match, but when she tried on dresses with Harry, there was a silky, pale-yellow dress. It had a slit in the right leg, and it was lower cut on the neckline. Fay thought she looked amazing, it complimented all of her best qualities. Harry couldn't say much though, his knees felt weak and his air supply limited when he looked at her. It was times like this he was so mad of the time they wasted. 

Fay paid for both of their items at the checkout. She said something like, "Save your money for college, this is my treat. If I didn't have it, I wouldn't do it." Harry still didn't like it, but he did like how she cared about his future, even though she may not be a part of it. 

That night, they sat outside in the shaded area of the pool, the heat was still humid even with it being dark. Fay asked Harry what he thought of her. He said she was beautiful and funny; someone he very much enjoys spending time with. Fay liked that he didn't say smart. It felt like for the first time someone thought she was everything but just smart. She took his cock into her mouth right outside, and didn't stop until he said he cumming, still allowing him to fill her mouth up with cum. He stared in awe as his cum dribbled down her chin. He gave her a kiss after she wiped her mouth off, and they went inside. 

This week was different though. Harry invited Amber to the prom. He saw it fit, since they both didn't have dates, and they also used to date a few years back, but had always remained close friends. 

"Yes, I'll go with you!" Amber smiled. Harry couldn't help but notice that he was finding each thing wrong with her face. Maybe it was just the mood he was in. 

He hadn't had the change to tell Fay about his date to prom, he would do it tonight he decided. When he walked into the house, Fay had her music playing. He walked into her room to find her in the yellow dress. 

"Hello Harry!" She said cheerily. He smiled back at her, admiring the pretty yellow color on her. She began talking about how yellow is her favorite color. Harry just kept watching her, and his stomach began to feel sick. 

"So, are you still going with Carmine?" He finally asked her. She laughed a little and then realized I was serious. 

"Oh, I'm not sure. Do you have a date?" I nodded my head at her. 

"Yeah, well Amber and I are going together. You know, we used to date and stuff. I don't feel way about her now, just seemed like the best option. I'm not even sure I want to go." He explains. The look on her face would stay with Harry for years after this moment.

"The best option, huh?" She speaks. Harry didn't realize he said it that way. Now, he felt bad. He wished he had a better explanation to why he asked Amber, but he knows if he speaks, he will sound like a coward.  There are tears on Fay's cheeks now, Harry wants to throw up. 

"It's not like that Fay, I swear it." Harry defends. Fay says nothing, she only steps outside of the door, strips down outside of Harry's view, and puts on a t-shirt and shorts. She is clutching the yellow dress and her side. She won't say a word to Harry, no matter how many times he explains it's not like that. 

"I love you!" He shouts. This gets her attention, but not for the right reasons. She is laughing so hard; Harry is afraid she may lose her voice. Still clutching the yellow dress, she starts to shout at him. 

"Are you crazy?" She yells. "You can't even talk to me in public, but you love me!? She is still crying, but she continues. 

"I'm sure you and Amber are just old friends, friends like us." She laughs. Harry still feels sick, even worse now. 

"No, no. That's not true! I lo-" Harry tries to yell over her, but it's no use. 

"Harry, go. Please just go and leave me alone." She cries. Harry puts his head down and feels the tears dribble to the floor. He heads out of the door and into his car. 

Fay holds up the yellow dress and cries. 

"Yellow was never my color anyways." She sighs.