Mad For (completed)

Five : Tessa

I burry my feet under the sand and let the waves crash over them, reaching up to my knees. Noah comes up and stands next to me.

I look and his pants,"You're going to get your pants soaked," considering the water was reaching up to my knees, I thought I would warm him.

"It's fine," his accent sounds thicker than before. He looks at me and smiles,"You and I both know I have plenty more."

I blush from his look and look away quickly. "Not to sound rude, but what do you want?" I don't look at him. But I can tell he turns towards me.

"Just to ask you something," he states.

I tense up for some reason, I haven't had a full conversation with a boy in years. "What is that?"

He moves in closer, and I move an inch away. "Did I do anything to provoke you?" At this, I turn to him, looking into his soft blue eyes, trying to see if he was serious.

He was.

"What?" I squirm, uncomfortable,"no, I just don't really talk to guys that often."

His eyebrows go up at that and I blush. "So, you prefer girls?"

I look at him, shocked he asked. Shocked he cared. "What? No!" I gasp,"No, that's not what I meant."

He laughs softly, and I smile. "Oh, well I'm glad to hear that," he freezes after he says that and I tense up. Why was he glad?

"Why?" I look at him, only to catch him looking away from me.

"Well-"

"Noah, Tessa!" Mr. Phillips is waving his hands from the pier. "C'mon you two! Look at the sunset with us!"

Noah looks at me but I am already heading to the pier. He catches up with me and we walk side-by-side in silence.

***

Noah

I slam on my bed, face down. Why did I say that? I get out my sketchbook and draw. I'm not sure what I'm going to draw, but it does calm me. I plug in my headphones and blast my music.

I don't really focus on the drawing. Just her face in my mind.

Her neon-green eyes.

Her chocolate hair.

Her figure.

I look at the paper and drop my pencil.

I was drawing Tessa. What? I look closely at the paper. I drew her perfectly. I quickly put the date of today at the bottom of the paper. I get up and shove the paper in between my two books of The Catcher in the Rye and Jane Erye on my bookshelf.

***

Tessa

Noah and I are swimming in the ocean. My mother thought it would be good for us to get to know each other better. His parents aren't home. He looks at me carefully.

"I bet I can beat you to where the pier ends." He points to the end of the pier.

"Are you serious?" I laugh. "The water is way too deep," I scoff.

"Think you'll loose?" He smiles. I cringe inside.

I look at him hard and he stares at me back. I quickly take of, swimming as fast as I can.

"Hey!" I hear his splashes behind me, catching up. I kick my legs faster, diving under the water. He grabs my left leg and pulls me backward, so he pulls ahead.

I pout when I catch up, seeing he won. I grab the wooden pole supporting the pier.

"You cheated," I frowned, still holding on to the pole. Noah grabs the same pole and leans in we are centimeters away from each other. I shiver in excitement.

"Only because you did, Theresa," his lips brush mine and he pulls back.

"Back to shore?" He asks.

I smile, panting still.

"Go!" I swim fast, faster than I ever have before. My lungs burn and legs feel like jello, but I keep going. Finally, I reach the shore, seeing Noah close behind me. I smirk.

"I win," I say, very triumphed.

"Whatever," he pulls me into him. And before I know what was happening, his lips are on mine.

I react immediately. My hands run through his hair, gently pulling. I moan in his mouth and he smiles.

He gently picks me up and he takes me to his room.

I pull him against me, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I moan and he pushes me gently to his bed. He kisses my neck, making me shiver. I snag my top piece off and pull him in.

"Tessa," he moans and I stiffen. Noah was no lover on top of me. It was Mark. I scream.

"No!" I scream. "Help!" He shoves a pillow over my head and pulls my bottoms down. I panic. Oh god, not again please.

I scream as he enters inside of me, making me bleed.

"Help!" I scream, but the pillow covers my scream.

***

"Tessa!" My dad is screaming at me, shaking my shoulders. I open my eyes, terrified and confused.

"Wha?" I ask, looking around, relived to be in my own bedroom.

"You were having a bad dream," my mother says, a worried over her face. "You were telling Mark to stop and screaming help." she started to cry. "Tessa, I thought you said you were over the incident. That's why we canceled therapy before the doctor said you were ready."

"Or course I'm not mom, just wanted to get out of therapy," I sat up.

"Well, you're going again then," she says.

"What?" I scream. "No, I doesn't help mom."

"Well, it has to. C'mon, you're going today, I'll call the Doctor. I'm sure he will be happy to see you again."

I groan.