Jariana

Chapter 3

My first instinct is to push him away. But given the fact that I was prepared to have sex and my pleasures and desires were ripped from me, I needed to fufill my purpose.

I attempted to coax him to the bedroom. He immediately broke from the kiss.

"No," he shook his head forcefully. "That wasn't the point."

"Then leave," I demanded but a little voice inside my head was begging for him to stay.

He did as he was told.

Well now what was I supposed to do?

I couldn't go back to school on the off chance my mother was still waiting. I sighed and walked to my bedroom. Maybe I could sleep my lady boner off.

Joey's POV

I shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other at the bus stop. Maybe I could catch the last few hours of school but there was no point. My mom would have a fit if she knew I wasn't in school but there's no point, really. I have enough credits to graduate as of right now.

I wanted to have sex with Ari. I truly did. Oh god I did. But I didn't want her to thinking I was another one of the- I don't even want to think of how many- guys she has slept with.

I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket.

From: Ronnie

*Dude I just convinced 3 girls back to my room! College is great!*

I rolled my eyes. Thats just like Ronnie. Even though he's the typical douchebag, he is my best friend. He's a year older than me but he has the maturity of a 16 year old.

*Greeeaaat*

I shivered in the fall air. Crap. My jacket. I left it at her apartment. I took another glance at the bus stop sign. Its the bus or my jacket. I shivered again. Maybe I can convince her to take me home.

Ariana's POV

Someone is pounding at the door. I can hear it but I don't want to get up.

"Hello?" the persons voice is deep so I assume its a guy. Maybe I can convince him to fuck me. Shouldn't be hard considering I'm wearing nothing but a shirt. I'm not even wearing a bra.

I climb out of bed now almost giddy to answer.

I pull open the door to find Joey standing there, his nose and cheeks red.

His eyes grow as he looks at my legs.

I almost want to invite him in but its no use considering hes a prude.

I don't even bother talking to him as I leave and go back into my room, leaving him at the door with the door open.

"I left my jacket here," he calls after me. "Can I please have a ride home? I missed the bus."

"Don't you have a car?" I ask him still walking away.

"My friend drove me to the club that night. I don't know where he went but my car is at my parents house," he explains.

Its weird that he calls his house his parents house. Maybe hes in college.

"Later I'll drive you," I say too tired to argue. "Just watch TV or some shit."

I hear the door close and the shifting of tv channels. Its so weird. The only time I have a boy in this place is when we're fucking, we are planning to, or we just did.

I make a detour and head into the kitchen. Maybe I have a check from my dad. Maybe I can have an excuse to go to the mall and spend his meaningless $20's. Maybe then I don't have to sit in the same space as the brown haired boy who rejected me.

I shift through the taxes, bills, and magazine subscriptions until I find the same blue letter I get every week. But this time its peach. And it looks fancy as fuck. I open it.

Dear Ariana,

I wanted to invite you to my wedding. Its in June. June 22nd to be exact. I would've sent you an invitation but I think that would've been too formal. I hope you can make it. I didn't tell you that Sheila and I were so serious because I thought you wouldn't have cared. I love you. Always.

Your father,

Toby

Under his painful letter there was an adress. But I can't read it because it was too blurry.

"Ariana?" I hear someone call. There are suddenly plates on the floor. I must've thrown them. I feel my knees buckling from underneath me as I try to process the poisonous paper. I feel the tears and I will them to stop but they don't.

I feel myself carry the letter into my bedroom. Its peach walls match the envelope and I'm reminded of it again. I collapse on the bed. Why my family? Why my life?

"Ari?" I hear someone call softly. But all I hear is to my wedding. June 22nd to be exact.

I punch my pillow. Twice. I sob into my comforter and I don't care who sees. My bare legs are freezing but I don't notice until the blankets are pulled over me. I'm still shaking.

"Shhh," Joey whispers as he hugs me on top of the blankets.

No. Go away.

I want to punch him or at least escape from his grasp but he's putting me back together, it feels like. I finally stop shaking as I grab his hands before I realize what I'm doing.

I don't stop sobbing. And a wave of shaking comes over me every few seconds. But I stop resisting. For now.