We Were Supernova

Freshman Year

Chris's POV

"What are you thinking about?" Her voice is only a whisper, but it's the most beautiful whisper I've ever heard. Should I tell her what I really am thinking? Will it make her invite me into her house or make her slam the door in my face?

How would I put it anyway?

'I'm thinking about how beautiful you are, and how I want to fuck you on every surface of your damn house. I'm thinking about your mom walking through the door and smelling sex throughout the whole place... Yeah, I want her to know you're mine.'

She's not mine though. I want her to be. I want her to be mine so damn bad it hurts.

"I don't think you want to know."

The wind blows and a stray piece of milk chocolate hair moves in front of her face. My fingers tap at my jeans wanting to tuck it behind her ear and kiss her forehead. Instead I decide to pull out a cigarette from behind my ear and bring it to my lips as I light it. I feel her eyes on me, watching intently as I take a puff and blow the smoke away from her.

"I do." She slightly nods her head. Her eyes light up like I'm going to give her the key to the universe. I try not to smile. I try not to enjoy that look too much.

"You don't." I say and I start down her steps, away from her house, away from her. I'm leaving because I know I want to stay. I'm leaving because I know that I can't do this with her. I'm leaving because I know she'll find me tomorrow.

"Good-bye Cara."

"Chris, Tell me." This time her voice is less like a plea and now like a command. With my back to her I smile. She makes my name sound important.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow." I say as I take one more puff, smile at her and I walk away. I don't hear her close the door to her house, so I assume she watches me as I walk away. The same way I was watching her when she was in front of me.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was picture perfect. Her body was that of what I dream about. The type of body guys jack off to when their girlfriend is on her period. The worst part is she doesn't know. She's insecure, it can see it when she looks away from me or when her face flushes I know she's embarrassed. The way her hips swayed after I mentioned her butt turned me on. I looked away then.

Freshman year I saw Cara. I noticed her. She received attention from almost every guy. She was hot. Popular. Perfect breasts, wide hips that supported a round butt. Her curly hair was always long and reached down to her waist. She was hot but she wasn't like the other girls. She didn't wear low cut shirts or leggings. She wore normal things. And what made her the hottest girl in our school was she never dated the guys that flocked around her.

Then in sophomore year I became a star quarter back and I had girls over me all the time. Every girl except Cara. She didn't chase. She didn't try. During lunch I would spot Cara out and watch her. She ignored the other football players. And I remember the first time we talked like it was yesterday.

"Hey water boy!" Colin called across the locker room. I rubbed my wet hair with the towel and watched as Ray the water boy came to Colin with his head down.

"Go get me some water faggot." Colin said and everyone laughed. I laughed too. Ray didn't look like the rest of us. He had dirty blonde hair that sometimes went past his eyebrows. His jeans were always baggy. His sweatshirts didn't say Nike and his shoes definitely didn't either.

Ray didn't look at any of us as he walked away. Not heading towards the water fountain.

"Hey faggot! Don't you hear me talking to you?" Colin growled. Colin's face was red he was so angry. He followed Ray to the door and everyone else followed Colin. I pulled on some shorts and pushed past my teammates to see what was going on. Plenty of guys had their phones out watching and recording as Colin ripped off Ray's shirt, revealing his thin pale body.