Come Wake Me Up (Being Rewritten)

chapter four

I'm sorry guys. This chapter sucks really bad. I've been rushing trying to write this so you wouldn't give up on me and this be another barely even started book on wattpad.

Autumn's P.O.V.

Why does she want me to open up to her so badly? What is it about me that she is so interested about? I want to open up to her, but how? I know she's asked but I'm not going to give it to her that easy. Besides, how do I know I can trust her? For all I know she can be one of those people who makes you believe you can trust them then once you've told them they turn their back on you and then everyone knows. And trust me, I've met and trusted too many people like that in my life. But she is older and she seems more mature. But still, I'm not ready... Besides she's my teacher. Not my friend. Not my counselor.

We've already picked up the pizza and now we are on our way to her apartment. Which I'm assuming is in the next city over considering we've just crossed city limits. Conversation has been dead since she left to go inside the pizza shop. The radio is on but you can barely hear it. Almost silent.

My phone vibrates signalling I have a notification. I unlock it. It's a notification from Facebook.

You've been tagged in a post. It reads. Who would've tagged me in a post? I click it and I wait for it to pull up. I don't have great signal here. Finally it loads.

Ally Lockhart tagged you in a post.

Uh oh. No telling what she tagged me in.

Ally Lockhart with Autumn Lockhart
Well I guess some people never change... What a shame. Mom and dad would be so disappointed in you. Who wants a drug addict lesbian as a daughter? Definitely not mom and dad, who are almost about as Christian as possible. Ha-ha!

Then there is a picture of me sitting on my window sill with a joint sealed between my lips and my eyes closed. Obviously taken from earlier today. My teeth clench painfully. My hand hurts and my knuckles turn white from squeezing my phone so hard. My throat stings as I force myslef to not cry. But a tear slips down my cheek anyways. Before it gets to my chin a finger wipes it away. Two warm hands cup the sides of my face and turns me sideways. Now, I am staring into Violet's eyes. She's right. Ally's right. I am a big disappointment. I have been all my life.

"Don't cry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," Violet's angelic voice soothes me. But not much. I just shake my hand. I notice we are now sitting in front of a bunch of apartment buildings.

I can't speak. If I do I'll cry. My throat feels tight. Her warm gentle hands still caress my face, I don't want to pull away.

"Please, tell me. What's wrong?" she begs.

I close my eyes. Count to three. Then maybe this will all go away. One. Two.

All of the sudden something warm and wet hits my lips. Lips. Violet's lips. She moves her lips along my still ones. I'm in shock. I can't move. Her hands move to my neck as her tongue glides along my lips, asking for permission. Shockingly, I grant it. This is so wrong but I don't care. It feels so right. Finally I move. Hands cup her cheeks and I start to kiss her back, our tongues dancing in sync. Mom and dad would be so disappointed in you. Ally's post repeats itself in my head. Yeah, they would be disappointed in me. Especially if they knew right now I am kissing my teacher. My teacher. Holy shit!
I quickly pull away, a flash of hurt crosses Violet's face.

"Why'd you do that?" I say, my voice barely above a whisper as tears stream down my face.

"Why are you crying?" She asks again. Her hands never leaving my neck.