Confessions of a Teenage Rebel (OLD)

19.Confessions of a Teenage Rebel-Sex Talks at Stanford

Omg! I think the chapter after this is going to be the New Years Eve chapter.... Dun Dun Dun! I can assure you that this chapter is going to be shortish... I just can't wait to get to the chapter after this!! XD Hope you enjoy this anyways....

19. Sex Talks at Stanford

Confession #19: I believe that our Flaws make us unique.

?Mystery P.O.V?

I plan for her first time to be special. I'm much more experienced than her, but I want her to know that I like her how she is, and wouldn't want her any other way.

When I'm sure that she's asleep, I'll climb through the window that I left open. I'd locked the door to one of the rooms from the inside, so that she wouldn't be able to get in and close the window back up.

I would then cover her bed with rose petals, and light candles all around her room. I knew that she'd want her first time to be romantic. New Years was so soon. Only 5 more days that I would have to wait. 5 more days until she was finally mine.

Annabelle's P.O.V

After lunch, Matt's mom decided to have a little 'heart to heart' talk with us.

"I can't stop you two from having sex, but I do have rules," she declares. My cheeks are flooded with blood; I look over at Matt, and his cheeks are too.

"Mom," he says lightly. "We weren't going to have sex."

"You weren't planning on it," she tells us, emphasizing the word 'planning.' "But it still might happen one day, whether you guys choose to or not. So I'm going to give you three simple rules. Got it?"

We both nod in silence.

"One- Please, please, please use protection! I would hate to see a beautiful girl like you get knocked up in High school." My eyes widen, surprised at how casual she's acting. Like she knows teenagers have sex. Which is true.

"Two- Make sure your sister does NOT see!"She exclaims loudly. "Or hear," she adds in after a few seconds. I swear she's trying to make this even more awkward than it needs to be....

"Three- I don't want it to feel like a mistake afterwards for you guys. So please make sure you're ready before you get too serious. Sex is a bigger commitment than most teenagers seem to realize. "

"Yeah, okay Mom," Matt says awkwardly. "We get it. And we're sorry that Nelly saw us."

She shrugs. "Just make sure it doesn't happen again. We wouldn't want Nelly getting any ideas, now would we?"

Matt lets out a shaky breath. "No way. Not in ten years, even."

Matt and I both stand up from their living room couch, and walk quietly up to his room. "That was beyond embarrassing!" I exclaim as soon as he closes the door. We both sit down on his bed, giggling uncontrollably.

The bed creaks under our weight. A stray piece of hair falls from its place, and hangs in front of my left eye. Matt's hands caress my cheeks, as he tugs the piece of hair back behind my hair. "I should probably get you home," he says. A sad smile plays across his lips. "We're going to hang out with the whole family soon."

I nod. "Yeah. I should get home."

I wish I didn't have to go home. All I wanted at that moment was to stay with him, and lay in his arms. But I'm not the only person in his life. I need to stop forgetting that.

On the drive home, we were both quiet. He held my hand the whole way there. "So, what are you doing on New Years?" Matt asks as we pull into my drive way.

He gets out and opens my door for me. "Well, I have to work on New Years Eve, but I'm free New Years day. Why?"

"Because I wanted to take you somewhere," he says, wrapping two arms securely around my waist and lifting me out of his car.

I gulp. "Where?" I ask.

"It's a surprise," he whispers in my ear. He grabs my hand and leads me to my door; his hand is warm and big around mine.

I dig through my pockets, searching for my house key. "Will you stay?" I ask, my breath visible because of the cold temperature. "Just for a few minutes?"

"Yeah," he says. I stop what I'm doing to really look at him. His skin is in between pale and tan, and his hair is a dark brown color. His hair falls just above his eyes, and reaches to about mid-ear. I notice how his skin isn't completely flawless, and how his fingers are long and lanky.

"What are you looking at?" Matt asks, clearing his throat to get my attention.

I grin at him. "You have so many flaws, Matt."

He raises his eyebrows at me. "Thanks. That's what everybody wants to here. 'Flawless is the new ugly!"He says sarcastically.

I laugh. "You don't get it, Matt," I start, ready to explain what I'm thinking. "You're the big football star, and the guy that everybody expects to go above and beyond. You seem so confident and cool and flawless from far away. " We walk inside my house, and remove our coats. "But spending time with you has made me realize what who you really are. Just another person."

"I guess I'll take that as a compliment then..." he trails off.

I giggle at him. "Do you have any idea how intimidating you are?" I ask quietly. We sit down on the couch.

"Do you have any idea how intimidating you are?" He asks, repeating my question to him.

I shake my head. "Not very much."

"Wrong," he says. "You scare me. Because you don't have any expectations of me. I know how to impress other people, but you; I have no idea."

I press my head up against his chest. "You impress me beyond words, Matt."

We lay there silently for a while, the only sound coming from the rise and fall of our chests. After a few minutes, Matt presses his lips up against my forehead. "I should probably go now. I'm afraid if I stay too much longer I might not be able to leave."

I chuckle. "So when will I see you next?"

He shrugs. "Soon, hopefully. But until then, call me."

"I don't have your phone number," I say sheepishly. What type of girl doesn't have their boyfriends number.

Matt laughs and pulls out his cell phone. "What's your phone number?" He asks me. I give him my number, and he dials it in. A few seconds later my phone vibrates in my pocket. "I sent you a text. Save my number, and call me later tonight. My family's gonna be around for the next couple of days, so I may not be able to see you."

"I will," I say truthfully. We share a quick departing kiss, and then he leaves.

I sigh and lay back down on the couch, wondering how I got so lucky as to stumble upon him. He's everything I ever wanted. Somebody who could laugh, someone who could cry, and someone who would protect me against anything.

I started to doze off, when my phone started to vibrate again. I pulled it out of my pocket, expecting to have a text from Josh. But instead, it was a picture message from Ethan. I flipped my phone open, and saw a picture of Ethan and a strawberry blonde haired girl smiling. Behind them was a large tan building. Ethan really was at Stanford.

Okay! Sorry it took me so long, but for some reason I just couldn't imagine this chapter at all! Tomorrow I will post the New Years Eve chapter! But until then... hope this keeps you going (: