Stitching Wounds and Breaking Hearts (Lesbian Story)

-Step 1: Convince Me-

Lacey 
I watch helplessly as Carter speeds off school campus and blends into the afternoon traffic. 

Why the fuck is she making this so difficult! I think angrily, kicking at the leaves. My blonde hair, pulled into a high ponytail, whips in the wind.  

I sigh and pull my cardigan tighter around my body. I turn on my heel and stomp towards my car, parked near the entrance to the school. As I approach my car, I see 2 of the 3 boys from yesterday, talking on the steps. Kyle is the only boy I know the name of so I hesitate to call out his name. The boy next to Kyle is about 2-3 inches shorter with dark brown hair and green eyes with a smile that could make any girl fall for him. Kyle's blue eyes lock with mine and he throws his hand up in a friendly gesture. I wave back and turn my back to them and unlock my car. 

I hear footsteps behind me and my body tenses. I hold my keys in a vice grip and continue to face the car, I see my reflection in the car window harden. I know I'm no match for one of those boys but at least I can look tough to keep them away from me. 

"Hey, Lacey right?" A deep tenor questions from behind me. 

I turn slowly and meet the curious stare of the nameless boy from the steps. His eyes are even more green up close. 

"I'm Devon Chase. I'm one of Kyle's friends." he says, quirking his lip into a mischievous grin. 

I smile back at him and catch the tattoo sticking out from under his shirt sleeve. He notices my eyes drifting to the black ink and his smile grows. 

"What's your tattoo of?" I ask. 

"They're tally marks." he says, his tenor holding a dark undertone. 

"For?" I push, crossing my arms to redirect his gaze to my eyes. 

"It's a secret." he smiles, meeting my eyes finally. 

"Some secret," I scoff and turn to unlock my car. 

"If you come home with me, maybe you'll find out." he whispers in my ear. 

His hands finds their way to my hips and his fingers rub my sides. I sigh and lean into his magical touch. 

This is your chance Lace. Make Carter jealous. 

Devon's mouth attaches to my neck and he sucks gently. I groan softly and press my ass against his crotch. He growls against my skin and grinds against my jeans. 

"Is that a yes?" He husks, licking my new hickey. 

"You bet your magical lips its a yes," I answer. 

"Lets see what else these magical lips can do," he growls before walking me to his car. 

Carter
I park my motorcycle in the Starbucks parking lot and shut it off. I swing my leg over the seat and plant my motorcycle boots on the pavement. The chains on my jeans rattle as I practically stomp into the coffee house. I see Ariana's blue head in the farthest booth from the door. I sigh and walk up to the barista. 

"Black coffee, darkest roast possible," I say and slam a 20 on the sticky wooden counter. "Oh and the name is Carter," I grin and drop a wink at the curvy barista behind the counter. 

The barista gives me a glare before going to machine. I'm waiting in line for about 10 minutes before clueless/hopelessly in love Ariana runs up to me like an excited puppy seeing their owner after being kept inside all day. 

"Hey C!" Ariana chirps in my ear, looping her skinny pale arm through my leather jacket clad one. 

"Hello Ariana," I answer looking her figure up and down hungrily. 

I haven't had a good screw in awhile, and if I remember correctly, Ariana was always a spitfire in bed. Her boobs are still small but her hips have definitely filled out. I lick my lips and continue thinking unholy thoughts while Ariana just bounces around beside me talking about some irrelevant shit that I have to pretend to care about. 

If you pretend you care she'll be more inclined to put out. I remind myself almost begrudgingly. 

"And so Todd called Jenny a whore but she's totally not, like she hasn't even lost her virginity yet, so like how could she be a-" the blue haired time bomb beside me stops her sentence short. 

"Carter!" My name is called over the din of idiot coffee-drinkers who think of nothing more than themselves with no respect for the other people in the building. 

I don't even bother to excuse myself from the conversation I'm having with Ariana. She's only going to be used for sexual fulfillment anyways so theirs no point in trying to make her feel good if I'm going to leave her regardless. I turn away from the annoying blue-haired gossiper and walk back towards the counter. A cute barista, whose name tag read Zack, smiles and hands me my drink. 

I smile back and drop my eye in a wink, knowing full well that Ariana is watching. Zack smiles and picks my coffee back up. He uncaps a black sharpie and writes a phone number, presumably his, in a delicate yet nervous scrawl.  Zack sets the paper fiber cup down on the sticky laminate counter with a confident smirk on his plump pink lips, and after re-capping his sharpie, walks away to help the gay couple next in line. 

So he's cocky. Guess he thinks I'll be the first to call...oh boy is he wrong.

Ariana is waiting for me when I turn around. It's obvious to me that she's hurt and shes trying to act her way through it. I have to say I'm a bit proud of her for toughening up, three months ago she would've been a sniveling puddle of red hair and goth clothing if I had so much as breathed next to someone she figured I liked. Usually she wasn't too far off, but I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of getting my honest attention. 

"Ready? I have a booth for us." Her voice is softer than the previous time she spoke. 

Something inside me cracks a bit. I feel as though a concrete dam around my emotions has developed this hairline fracture at the sound of her obviously toned down voice. 

She just wants you so you can be her trophy. That's what happened last time remember? My conscious reminds me bitterly. 

Slowly and then all at once I feel the fracture disappear.