Love life

Roses pov.

         "Fuck." I muttered as my morning alarm rang.
  
        It's the first day of my last year in highschool. I grogily sat up in bed and stared at the wall for a few seconds.

        Just then a tall pale boy in PJs harshly opens my bedroom door.

        "Get the hell up mom said if you're not ready by 6:00 she's gonna send you without breakfast." Says the one who's obviously not ready himself.

        "Fuck off Harris." I say, while throwing a plush dog at him.

        He sticks out his to and says "Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Before slamming the door shut.

         I get up out of bed, go to my dresser and pick out the clothes I want. Just is it then that I remember someone that was passed out next to me.

Oh fuck.

        Melissa. 17y/o. A person that I'm not exactly friends with. We are just acquaintances although we go to the same highschool.

        She is what you would call the typical popular girl. Except..shes gay.

        After panicking wether to wake her up or leave her there, all the memories came flashing back: I remember sneaking out to go to a party. Once I got there I drank a lot and blacked out. The few spots I can remember after that are bits and pieces of sneaking back through my window and her striping in front of me

            I remember how sexy and delicious her body looked as I climbed on top of her. The grabbing of thighs and brushing of hands through long wavy hair.   My long cold fingers curling inside of her. Her moans that were shushed by kisses.

           I had to stop myself from thinking about it just as I felt the inner thighs heat up. Along with my cheeks.

          I finally walk over (mind you still in my boxers and bra.) And say in a quiet harshness  "Melissa, wake up, you need to go."

        Melissa sits up and stared at me for a second before realizing who/what I was.

        "Wtf am I doing here?!" She says almost a little TOO loud.

        "Shush! In my house and my bed, now get tf out!” I say in a quiet voice.

        She scoots off my bed and puts her clothes on. As soon as she opens the window she realizes it's pretty cold. I feel it on my legs and abed stomach in which she stared at before I tossed her my dark blue jacket.

      Her face goes ten different shades of red in realizing what I'm wearing. "Go!" I say hushly.

      She puts it on a slips out the window. Her ass looks so fucking delicious as I watch her run across my lawn to run to school.

      I quickly put my outfit on and then my shoes, brush my hair and teeth and run down the stairs.

       "Love you mama, love you Parker! Fuck off Harris." I yell and turn to flip Harris off before riding off on my skateboard.

*Sorry this first part is quite short but I didn't have a lot of time to write it. :3 sorry and please keep reading on if you're interested! :3