3,000 Miles Away

3,000 Miles Away- Chapter 3

I wake up on Friday morning with my stomach-ache still there. I've had one since last night, and I don't think it's going to stop until after I see Tommy. Actually, I probably will have it for the next like two days, left over from tonight. I decide that I need to take a run, considering I need to keep in shape for soccer, and I haven't run alot this week. I have a three mile route and a five mile route. I choose to take the shorter one, because of my stomach-ache, also because i'm lazy. Half way through I start to feel my throat start to burn. I am soaked in sweat and I just want to finish. I pick up my speed a little more, just so I can finish faster. It takes me 32 minutes and 29 seconds to finish my run. When I get home I go straight to the shower. The cold pressure feels good on my sweaty body. My heart is still beating fast, so I still have to catch my breath. I take my time shaving, making sure I don't miss anywhere. I get out of the shower, dry my curly hair a little and leave it down at the moment. I wrap my towel around my body and walk to my room. I grab some comfy clothes and throw those on. Then, I go in to the bathroom again and throw my brown, uncontrollable hair into a casual ponytail.

I tell my mom that I won't be home tonight and she doesn't even bother to ask where i'm going. She just tells me to have a fun time. My mom used to be really strict. With my older sisters (Kelsey and Jamie), she was very tough. She would'nt let them do a lot in high school. But at just sixteen my eldest sister got pregnant, then when my other sister was sixteen, she got caught drinking, alot! So then my mom realized that her being strict was not the way to go. Now I'm fifteen, sixteen in seven months, and they are all just waiting for me to screw up. I refuse to screw up.

Tommy comes and picks me up at 7:39. I was pretty much just waiting in my bed all day until 6:30. Then I got ready. I figured it would take me a long time, but really it only took me ten minutes. So then I sat in my bed another half hour. After that I got on my shoes and waited some more, just sitting on my porch. That's when I heard a car horn, and I waited for a few more seconds, so it didn't seem desperate. I open the door and jump into his red sportscar.

"Hey, what's up," Tommy says.

"Hi," I hate it whenever somebody says 'what's up,' to me. I never know what to say back. It's just pretty awkward. "Uhh, where are we going?"

"Were just gonna head back to my house for a little while, my parents are gone for the weekend, and my sister's sleeping over her friends. It'll just be me and you." He turns to me and smiles mischeviously. That bad stomach-ache returns. I feel so uncomfortable, my thighs are sticking to his stupid leather seats.

I follow Tommy into his house and instantly smell the sweetest smell of home made dinner. We come into the kitchen and I see two plates of chicken parm. It smells pretty good, I guess. I go to sit down but wait a second so he can pull out my chair for me. I am actually very independant, and I don't need him to pull it out for me, I was just expecting him to. But he never does. He just sits down smiling in his chair. So I just take a seat and start eating.

"Yanno, I have been told that I make the best chicken parm. It's like the best." He claims, bragging. This stuff, whatever it is, is the nastiest food I have ever tasted. I can barely cut it. I make a satisfied yes noise, even though my insides are turning, and I feel like i'm going to barf. I scarf it down, and chug my water bottle, to get the gross taste out of my mouth.

After dinner, he puts everything away and drags me into the lving room.

"What do you wanna watch?"

"Umm, I don't know. I don't care," I say trying to sound casual. He puts on some stupid horror movie that when I was dating him last year, I couldv'e used that as a way to get closer to him. Now I don't want to. Well his looks are amazing, but his personality needs a little work. I guess last year I was just infatuated with his looks. After about five minutes of getting through the movie, he moves closer to me and wraps his arm around me, while he whispers in my ear.

"I never should have let you go." That makes me blush. The past twenty minutes I have just wanted to leave this god forsaken house. But right now, I actually do want to be in his arms. I don't want to move. Maybe it is good that he put on a scary movie, just so I can get closer to him. He puts his hand on my thigh. Then I place my head on his shoulder and we sit there and watch the rest of the movie.

When the movie's over he gets up to turn the movie off. I sit there pretty awkwardly while he fumblees to put the cd back in its case. He comes back and sits next to me, but this time he grabs my hand.

"I have missed you so much in the past year, yanno. It drove me crazy. I got so excited when I saw you the other day," he claims, and I let out a little laugh and smiled so I wouldn't have to tell him that I was hiding from him. Tommy pulls me up from the couch and brings me to the kitchen, and opens the cabinet.

"Do you want dessert?"

"No thanks."

"Oh okay, then." He pulls his head out from a cabinet and glances my way. He smirks and walks toward me. Tommy's hands wrap around my waist and he pulls me closer. We are chest to chest now and I am staring into his beautiful brown eyes. His lips brush across mine, and he pulls back a little bit. That makes me want to kiss him more. Tommy is an amazing kisser, probably because he's had so much practice. I forget everything that has happened. I forget how he broke up with me over a year ago. I forget how much of a jerk he is. I forget Andy messaging me. I forget everything. He kisses me harder. The next thing I knew we were fully making out in a kitchen. Tommy grabs my legs and pulls me up so he can carry me. My legs wrap around him and he carries me to his room. Tommy lays me down on his bed and takes off his shirt. He starts feeling me up everywhere and I let him. I can feel his hard abs rubbing up against my stomach. I feel his tongue scrape across my teeth, he was now kissing me hard. He reaches up my shirt and his hands on my bare skin feels so good. Then he tries taking off my shirt and I realize I shouldnt be doing this. I push his chest back a little but he still won't budge. I use all my might to get him off me.

"What, don't you like it?"

"Yeah, but," before I could finish saying that he buts in.

"So then why stop?" Tommy says with a mischievous smile on his face. Now my shirt is half on half off, but I still have my bra on so you can't see anything. He comes back in for more, but I push him away.

"I think I should get home."

"Okay, okay." It's almost eleven, we were making out for a long time. Neither of us say anything on the ride home. We pull in my driveway and he grabs my hand.

"Before I let you go, promise me I will see you at Will's party tomorrow?" Tommy says in question form

"Yeah sure." He kisses me on my forehead and I get out of the car. Right now, I have no clue what to think of him. He can be sweet, but then again he can be rude and annoying. I guess I will just have to let it play out and see what happens tomorrow.

When I get home, I hear my parents screaming at eachother, as always, I try to just ignore it like I usually do. Then I jump in the shower to get all of the cologne smell off of me. Then I hop straight into bed. When I shut off my light to go to bed, I notice my laptop is on. I guess somebody might've used it while I was gone. Next to the URPLACE logo, there is a little 1. I click on it to see what it is. It looks like someone messaged me.

"OH, MY GOD," I say to myself. Andy messaged me back!