Defile Me

eighteen: tweet

MY EYES FLUTTERED open to the sound of someone trying to imitate a bird. I assumed it must've been my tv. I yawned, my view coming into focus to find myself staring back at one — an actual bird.

A bird.. in my room.

I was far more than confused and only found myself even more bewildered when I saw my hand roaming grass and piles of leaves rather than my silky white sheets.

The wind picked up the strayed leaves and left along the scattered branches of trees into the distance.

I laid still, my eyes coming into focus to find the city from afar and myself under an oak tree. I heard a soft groan that came neither from me nor the bird.

My body almost jumped at the sound of it, and the feeling of someone's breath fanning the top of my head. I had attempted to sit up to make sense of it all but only found myself being weighed down by something around my waist.

My brain had almost begun to process everything.

A scream almost left my mouth once I had realized where I'd been and who I'd been with. I looked down at what'd been holding me down and it was an arm that looked quite familiar, a few red scars on them.

Another groan released from under me as I lifted myself. I looked down at the sight of Myles, his head propped up against the trunk of the tree — which hadn't looked anywhere near comfortable — while all night my head rested perfectly on his chest.. I'm guessing.

It sounded wrong to even think of, let alone do; I had fallen asleep on him. It's not like he was complaining, after all, he slept too.

I wasn't even really sure how it all came about, all I remember is the long hours of us studying and bickering — him being headstrong about how headstrong I was about being right.

It was a long night. We talked, we laughed, — mainly me, he kept his locked away — we sat in silence. Last night we said many things, things I can hardly even remember.

His eyes were closed and he seemed at peace while I on the other hand was damn near losing my mind.

I clicked back into reality. My heart paced fast while my eyes scorched around where we were, for my phone. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

I could already feel the number of notifications I had, my phone would probably be overheating from how many missed calls and messages I had. Texts from my friends, and calls from my father as to why I missed school.

"What's wrong?" He said out in a deep raspy voice, opening his eyes, his hand still lingering on the side of my waist.

My heart raced, "It's day. We slept together."

He relieved himself of a soft chuckle, "I'm pretty sure I'd remember that."

I lightly hit him in the abdomen, "Not the time for jokes. Shit, where's my phone?"

I roamed my hands through the grass, soon finding my phone enraptured in between my fingers. I pressed the power button numerous times only to find it not turning on. "Dead. It's dead, you're kidding me."

I released a chuckle that conveyed the sound of a cry. "Oh god. It's Tuesday, I don't even know what time it is. I definitely missed at least two periods, what is wrong with me."

"You're fine. What's one missed day of school?"

"One missed day of school is my perfect attendance down the drain and my chance at an Ivy League college thrown out the window."

He stared at me like I was crazy or maybe that's just how I interpreted it. I don't know. It scared me most times when he just stared without talking, I could never know what he was thinking, he's not an open book.