Unforgivable

Chapter 15

I climbed into his car, cringing at the familiar smell of smoke. He pushed a stack of books off of his seat, letting them scatter. I picked up one of the books, brushing off the cover as I flipped through the pages.

“Physics?” I asked, studying one of the pages.

“Yeah. Easton has a great program.”

I set the book on my lap, and watch as he drops one of his hands from the wheel and onto his thigh.

“I’m moving back into the Cederwood area, so I’m probably transferring back to your school,” he announced abruptly, “unless Matt would have a problem with that.”

“Y-you’re transferring to Colby?” I asked, my eyes widening.

“Yeah, but I won’t be here long. It’s my last year of high school.”

“Oh,” I replied, nodding.

He turns into a familiar parking lot, and I get out, swinging my backpack over my shoulder. We walked up the stairs, this time not being stopped by Nico. Booker jams his key into the lock, and violently shakes at the handle until it opens.

“I need to get that fixed,” he laughs.

I nod, and step into his room. The pillows near the television still haven’t moved since I’ve been here. I walked over and plopped down onto one of the pillows, Booker following closely behind, sitting on the carpet besides me.

“I don’t think Matt would want you here,” he mumbled.

“Trust me, he doesn’t want me here,” I started, “he made me promise not to talk to you.”

“Aren’t you cool,” he laughed, playfully tugging at the strings of my sweater, “being a rebel and all.”

I laughed, swatting his hand away. He grabbed both of my wrists, pulling me closer to him. I gasped as his hand cupped my cheek, and he tilted my head up so our eyes met. I got one last glimpse of his striking green eyes before I felt our lips touch, and somehow I didn’t pull back.

“Rhea,” he breathed, as he gently bit at my bottom lip.

“Booker, I-”

He silenced me with another kiss, this time his tongue peeking through his teeth and meeting mine. His hand fell from my cheek and traveled down my spine, leaving me  shivering with lust. He reaches under the back of my shirt, but I push his hand away.

“Please,” I whispered, looking into his eyes, “don’t.”

Booker pulled back, letting both of his hands drop from my body. 

“S-shit, Rhea,” he cursed, placing his hands in his lap, “You promised him-”

“It’s okay, really,” I mumbled.

He stood up and sighed, reaching into his pocket and tossing me his car keys.

“If you want to leave, take my car.”

I shook my head, sinking back into my pillow. I placed the keys on the carpet beside me, looking up at him. 

“You sure?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Positive.”

“O-okay,” he replied, walking over to sit on his bed. He took off his signature beanie and brushed his hair off of his forehead. I struggled look away as he pulled his shirt over his head, and threw it across the room.

“When’s Matt coming back again?” 

“Tomorrow,” I answered.

“I’m transferring next week,” he began, “hopefully classes will be easier. Easton gave out a shit ton of work.”

I stood up, smoothing my wrinkled sweater out. I walked towards the door, grasping the cold handle.

“Going somewhere?”

“Yeah, I actually can’t stay.”

Booker smiled, but I could tell he was upset. I shrugged and opened the door, and watched as he frowned.

“Can you stay next time?”

“What?”

“Maybe tomorrow, or something. I can pick you up.” 

His voice trembled as he spoke, and his frown crept into a half smile. I gave in, once again, and nodded.

“I’d like that,” I said through a smile.