Remind Me

∞ 5: Remind Me When I Shoplifted...Again ∞

Chapter Five

Remind Me When I Shoplifted...Again

November 24

"Everything all right, Susanna?" Watson's scrutinizing me. "You don't look too well."

"I'm just tired," I murmur. "My breasts feel really sore, too." I wince when I feel them. They just feel swollen, that's all. Probably a side effect of birth control pills. "Anyway..." I focus my attention back on my college applications. We're hanging out in his trailer today, on his bed. My back is pressed against his, my laptop on my bed. Watson plays with the edges of my shirt.

I swallow nervously when I feel him push my hair behind my shoulder. I can feel his breath on my neck. "I can help with that," he murmurs. He closes my laptop and pushes it off my lap. He starts sliding his hand down between my legs, and I stop him.

"Watson, no. I don't feel well," I say, jabbing him in the chest with my elbow.

"You're no fun," he mutters, taking his hands off me.

"I have these essays to finish," I explain, irately. I open my laptop again.

"I want some time with my girlfriend."

"You'll have me after I'm done with this essay, okay?"

"Ugh, hurry up." I hear him take something from his pocket. I don't think much of it until a few seconds later I smell smoke.

"Watson!" I chastise, when I catch him smoking behind me.

"What?" He glares at me.

"Put that out! I am not going to end up in a hospital because of secondhand smoking!"

He rolls his eyes. "You're not going to end up in a hospital." He takes a whiff of his cigarette, and then, to my annoyance, blows the toxic fumes right at my face.

I cough, and roughly shove him back from me. "Watson!"

"If you stop writing essays for a minute and come cuddle with me, I'll stop," he promises.

I stifle a groan. I set my laptop down on the ground and shift my body around so that I'm facing him. True to his words, he puts the cig out. He slips his hand under my sweater, caressing my bare back. "I have to go somewhere tonight. Probably won't be back until tomorrow. You wanna come?" he whispers, taking my sweater off.

"I have...homework," I say, weakly. I can't concentrate on talking when he's tracing his finger along the edges of my bra. "You do, too."

"And you know I don't give a shit," he breathes, scooting closer to me.

"You won't be getting anywhere without an education, you fool. You're—" I stop talking when he slips his hand under my bra. My mind blanks.

"Tell you're dad you're sleeping over at one of your friend's house. We'll leave at seven," Watson murmurs.

I nod my head without thinking it through. All I can concentrate on are his fingers and what they're doing to me. I let my head fall onto his shoulder, and close my eyes.

I'm never going to finish my college apps at this rate.

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We leave his trailer at seven, just like Watson said. I fiddle with the radio dial as Watson drives. I'm wearing a gray sweater, a short black leather skirt, black leggings, and gray Uggs. I'm also wearing a dress-like gray pea coat because it's cold out. A woolly scarf is wrapped around my neck, and there's a pom hat sitting loosely on the top of my head.