Ever Enough (Girlxgirl)

CHAPTER 7

I was never the skipping school type of girl. Really, it never crossed my mind. Until today, at least. Mia had a black eye. And she was hiding it with huge sunglasses. I knew where she got it, and before I could do anything I regreted, like go to her house and kill that son of a bitch, she begged me to skip with her.

Now, when I say beg, I mean, puppy dog eyes, pouty lips and tugging on my arm. Of course I'd skip with her. I'd follow her to the end of the world. So we hid in the bathroom until the first bell rang and we high-tailed it out of there. once we were far enough from the school to not get found out, she let me drive.

"We never discussed something we really need to discuss." I stole a look at her. she was leaning back in her chair, her feet on the dash. I grabbed her hand, as it was lying limply in her lap. "What's that?" She grinned at me and rolled her eyes. "The way you asked me out was so lame!" She paused to laugh and I grimaced playfully. "Oh?" I asked.

She nodded her head vigorously. "Yes," I laughed as she started mimicking me. "Hey, Mia, it's me, Casey. I was wondering if you wanted the hang sometime? We could like, go to the movies or something." I laughed out loud. "I was nervous! And my brother told me asking people to hang was the cool way to ask someone out. He said it's how he got his fiance."

"You don't believe that," Her voice was playful. I grinned at her. She seemed so fucking happy in this moment. "I do, my brother would never lie to me," She shook her head. "No, I'm thinking he would." I shook my head. "Yeah, I think you're just lame. Like, a really lame person." I laughed at her playfulness. "Then why are you on my dick?" I asked her.

She laughed loudly. Her whole body was reverberating from it. the joy that filled me was something else. It was hard believing anything bad had ever happened to her. It was hard believing she'd been sad enough to slit her wrists. To spill her own blood. "Because I happen to think you're damn sexy." She muttered, her laughter was dying down.

Once the car was silent, I looked over at her. She was staring out of the window. Her eyes seeing nothing that was in front of her. It looked like her mind was racing a mile a minute. I reached over and gently tapped my knuckles against her head a couple times. "Anyone home?" I asked. She turned her head towards me, smiling. Her eyes were glassy though. It broke my heart.

"You make the bad go away," She whispered and started laughing, only this time it was a sad laugh that quickly turned into sobs. I quickly parked the car on the side of the road and pulled her to me, in my lap. She rested her face in the crook of my neck and wrapped her arms around my neck. I wanted to make her forget. I wanted to make her smile and laugh forever. Not cry. I hated when she cried, because just like her laugh, it was contagious.

"It's okay, Mia. Everyting's going to be okay." I cooed softly in her ear. She only cried harder. Then started mumbling into my neck, her voice muffled. "He never usually hits me in the face! He usually just pushes me into stuff...he just got so mad at me. And I tried to apologize for being a shit daughter, but he didn't care..."

"No, I don't believe for one second that you're the problem, Mia. it's him. He's the asshole who hits you. who pushes you into shit. Baby, you're an angel." She pulled away from me and smiled at me, her face wet with salty tears. "You really think so?" I nodded and leaned in to kiss her neck. She giggled and my heart pounded wildly in my chest. "Baby, I know so." 

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We ended up eating at a diner on the outskirts of town and going shopping in a bouteque. She bought two dresses and I bought shoes. After that, school was well over done, so I decided to take her back to my house. I didn't want her out of my sight. I didn't want her hurt again. When we got into the house, I dragged her to my room and threw our bags in the corner before we collapsed on my bed.

"Do you think we'll get in trouble for skipping?" She asked, playing with a strand of my hair. I shrugged and pulled her closer. "There's nothing wrong with mental health days." She giggled and rolled on top of me, straddling me. This was a very compromising situation. Her knees were on either side of my waist and I took her hands in mine. She leaned down and kissed me. It was a soft kiss, leaving me wanting more. I whined a little as she sat up straight again.

"When do you go in for your operation?" She asked, her voice impossibly seductive. I groan and try to pry our hand apart so that I can kiss her again. But it was hopeless. I sighed and answered her. "Monday." She slid my hands up over my head and leaned down so she could whisper in my ear. "I can't wait," I laughed nervously. "Get off," I grunted. She laughed and started bouncing--fucking bouncing--on me.

Did she not know I had a dick? That thing had a fucking mind of it's own, god dammit. And even if it were tucked, I was getting turned on. So horny. "Please Mia." I whined. She grinned but stopped. "Only because you're cute when you whine." I rolled my eyes. "Shut up and kiss me," I moaned. She did just that, her hair falling into my face, her hands squeezing mine. and I squeezed back lifting my head up from the bed so I could deepen the kiss. She moaned and turned her head, her tongue begging for an entrance. I opened my mouth and bit her tongue playfully. she chuckled, her warm breath mixing with mine. So delicious.

She ended our heated kiss much too quickly and I protested lightly, out of breath and panting. Her smile was huge and I wondered what she was thinking about.

"Be my girlfriend." She demanded. I laughed. "That was no way to ask a girl to date you, baby." she leaned down a nipped the lob of my ear playfully. "Please be my girlfriend?" Did she even have to ask? Of course I would. But I wanted to tease her. "Let me think about it." I muttered. she frowned. Her mouth turning into a pout. "Going once....going twice..." I laughed but nodded.

"Yes. Okay, I'll be your girlfriend." She smiled at me and pecked my lips. "Let's watch a movie, girlfriend," She muttered, getting off of me, pulling me up from the bed. We raced downstairs and literally had an arguement on what movie to watch, but I gave in and let her choose the movie. For the rest of the day, We snuggled close on the couch under one of the many throw blankets on the back of the couch. twice, she dozed off, resting her head on my chest and I'd watched her, as she looked so peaceful and happy in her sleep.

She was special to me, and I was falling for her, no doubt.