High School Chronicles

Reckless Decisions.

Even though I told myself I wouldn't go back to my ex, I did anyways. I was very vulnerable. I needed to feel some type of compassion from someone, it was a mandatory thing for me.

I sat in my room contemplating on whether or not i should send my ex this text.

"Hey..I know i haven't spoken to you in awhile, I just wanted you to know I miss you and Corey.."

Corey is his brother's son. But his brother died and Corey's mom was in rehab, so me and Ronnie offered to take care of him until he aged out of his toddler stage. I love that little boy. I love him so much as if he were my own. He called me mommy and i called him my baby boy.

I had so much anxiety on my chest. I paced back and forth. Chris never crossed my mind. Just then, my phone vibrated. It was Ronnie.

"Hey... I had a feeling you was gon text me.. How bout I come get you so we can slide somewhere and catch up.."

My eyes lit up. I rummaged through my closet looking for something nice to wear. I put on some loose shorts and a tank top, then I grabbed my vans. Occasionally checking my phone for another text, I stood by the front door.

An "I'm outside" text arrived and I quickly zipped out the door closing and locking it.

I got in the car and kissed him as he pulled off.

"So how you been baby?" He questioned. I didn't want to tell him about Chris because I know he'd get upset.

"I've been alright, school's getting hard now," I said a little shaky.

"You alright?"

"I'm okay now that I'm with you," I chuckled at my corniness.

"Still the same old Lorén," he smiled. He took my hand and held it with his. I felt a spark and immediately looked at him to see if he felt it too.

He did. He pushed down on the gas pedal, going over the speed limit. In less than 35 minutes, we were at his apartment.

We walked in and the first thing that caught my attention was a little baby boy shoving spaghetti O's in his mouth.

"Baby boy!" I gasped. "My little caramel drop."

"Hi mommy," he waved and continued to eat his food.

"Leave him be," Ronnie said pulling me into the room. I rolled my eyes and sat on the bed as he closed the door.

"So Ronnie-"

"What made you text me?" He cut me off.

"I missed you," I said.

"Really? You missed me?" He said with a pondering look on his face.

"Of course."

"You're bad liar just so you know."

"I'm not lying."

I had a gut wrenching feeling, he knew something I didn't. Just then, I started remembering everything. The fights, the verbal abuse, the hitting, the pushing, and the pan.

He reached for me and i moved away. Wrong move. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him.

"You know how I feel about you pulling away," he said tightening his grip.

"I'm sorry it was a force of habit," I retorted scarily.

To lighten the mood, I began to play with his curls. I always do this when he got a little handy, it would calm him down. It calmed me down, and I looked down at him. He looked peaceful. I tilted his head up making him look at me. His green eyes shimmered ravishingly. His pink lips parted as a smile grew across his face flashing his shiny braces. Just as the mood been set, I decided to get aggressive.

"You're still a fucking metal mouth," I said mushing his face playfully.

"Man I can't believe you just did that, I was getting so comfortable," he said pouting.

I climbed on top of him and threw soft little punches.

"Fight me!"

"Stop Lorén," he said trying not to laugh. So, I started tickling him.

He began to laugh uncontrollably. I'll admit it, I use to love when things were like this... Before he changed.

He finally got me to stop tickling him and I just sat there straddling him.

Drawing little circles on his chest, I simply cherished a dejavu moment. Things then began to get a little heated.

"You lost it yet?" He asked.

"Lost what?" I looked at him sideways. He put his on my lower back, letting them make their way to my ass.

"Your virginity," he said. I made a really ugly face.

"I'm only 15 Ronnie, why would I lose my virginity at 15."

"I lost mine at 15."

"Lemme guess, to Hysaudia," I rolled my eyes. That's his ex.

"Yes.. I wanna be your first though," he said.

"No."

"No?"

"No. Do I have to spell it out for you? N-O. No."

"Why?"

"I'm not ready."

I got off of him and sat in the rolling chair. I'm not having sex with him by any means.

"Why don't you wanna make love babe?" He said pouting again.

"I'm not your babe and we're not making love, that has never crossed my mind especially not with you," I said slickly.

"It has when I used to eat you out," he said smirking.

"Not even then, I wanna go home."

"But-"

"Take me home Ronald."

He growled at me and proceeded to get up and grab his keys. If I knew this was his intentions, to make love with me, I would've never texted him.

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I laid in my bed, eyes pasted to the ceiling. I can't believe he wanted to have sex with me. I don't think I'll ever look at him the same way ever again.

Just then, I received a call. It was Ronnie. Deliberately, I answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"I'm sorry Babygirl I should've respected the fact you didn't want to, I didn't mean to make you feel as if that's all I want from you. I love you so much Lorén you just don't understand I want the best of what love can bring for-"

"Okay Ronnie I get it cut the gushy shit, if you think that's going to change anything between us it's n-"

"Be my girl again Lory. Tell me you love me and you won't let me go."

I hesitated like a bitch. Was I really ready to be in a relationship? A relationship with HIM? I didn't know what I wanted.

"Lorén?"

"I'm still here."

"What do you say?"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes."

Yes? Yes. Biggest mistake of life.