My Teen Story

Chapter 5

I am so pissed! School is tomorrow and the best part? Tomorrow's my birthday! I was planning on not going but my mom told me that I couldn't miss my first day of school. She usually lets me skip school on my birthday so we can have a family day but I guess not this year. I have a feeling it's because of this "new start" thing.

I jumped onto my couch and grabbed the remote to the TV. I turned on Netflix hoping to be able to watch some Walking Dead or American Horror Story, but those were crushed the moment I heard the door open. I rolled my eyes already knowing who it was. I turned around and sure enough, there was the King of all Assholes standing in all his royal mightiness. I shake my head and turn back to the beloved TV and wait for Netflix to finish loading.

"You ready to go?" He asks. I decide to ignore his question and click on my profile. I hear him round the couch and take a seat on the opposite side of the couch.

"How did you even get here? I made sure to lock the door this morning." I ask him curious. I know I did lock the door cause that was the first thing I did as I came down here to grab a glass of water. This past week has been totally weird and annoying. Every morning he comes in, eats a bit, annoys me a bit, then takes me somewhere after complaining that he's bored and I need to do more fun things. Yesterday he took me to the store to browse the video games and the other day he took me to the park. I mean it really wasn't that bad. We usually just talk about random things and funny stories he has.

He stuffs his hand in his pocket and grabs out a little silver piece of silver. "You're mom gave it to me after dinner last night." He explains and last nights dinner comes back. Somehow he ended up being invited to stay for dinner after dropping me off. It was horrible. He acted all nice and innocent. My mom ate it all up and later told me she was so glad I made a friend like him. I wanted to barf at the idea of being friends with him. I mean even Ryan liked him and didn't mind at all that he just comes into our house in the morning to, and I quote, "hang with your wonderful daughter. I know what it's like to be alone all day, and it's super boring." Yeah, I lost my appetite after that.

But the thought of him having access anytime he'd like in my house is just unnerving. I feel slightly violated. I don't like him, and I especially don't like him waltzing into my life and thinking he can do so freely. Now he has a key and it makes it so much easier. "Give me that." I say as I lunge at him. He stretches out his arm away from me as I try to grab for it. Dick. I am not in the mood for games. My body lays on top of his as I lean and try to grab the key and one of his arms snake around my waist to keep me back. I lay a hand on his chest as I try to push on him. I can't imagine what this looks like.

I finally give up and become more aware of my position. My chest was pressed tightly against his while one of my hands were lying on his shoulder. He had an arm around my waist and all of a sudden I realize how close our faces are. I look into his ocean blue eyes and I feel something tighten in my chest. We go from fighting over a key to having an intense staring contest. His eyes flicker to my lips and I can't take it anymore. I jump off the couch and run upstairs. I don't hear footsteps follow me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't grateful.

I run into my room and slam the door behind me. I start taking deep breaths to calm myself. "It's ok Lily. Don't freak out. Be normal. It's ok, it's ok. Calm down. Just don't freak out." I tell myself as I pace my room. I take a couple more deep breaths and walk into my closet to change. I grab out a pair of light washed jeans and a dark grey T-shirt with a faded Johnny Cash logo. I walk over to my dresser and look into the Mirror connected to the top of it. I then brush my hair, put it up into a cute messy ponytail and add a couple touch ups to my make-up. I do a once over and then go to the stairs. I'm met by the sound of voices from the living room as I approach the stairs. I realize the voices are originating from the TV which means that Jay is still here. I take a deep breath and sit on the stairs. I close my eyes and the scene from earlier plays again.