A Minor Offense

Feelings

AUTHOR NOTE: Filler chapter, very brief, 1,306 words. They'll get longer!  Exposes the feelings coming into play.  thank you.

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Chapter 10:

I told my mom about the job and to say the least she was upset. She told me it was embarrassing but I refused to quit.

We needed this.

She told me she wanted to be alone so I told her I'd go over Stephanie's for a couple days. She only whispered sorry and shut the door to her room.

I don't know why, but I don't feel guilty. I wanted to do this for my mom.

And by Stephanie's I really meant Beau's.

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I was laughing so hard that I was crying, as I sat criss crossed across from him, clapping my hands like a retarded seal.

As my laughter died with a final giggle I realized his stare.

"What?"

"You're just beautiful." This caused me to laugh again.

"Arielle, I'm serious."

"Hmm." I hummed and moved forward on the bed so I could rest my head on his chest. I had been here for three days, and I dreaded my leaving.

"I lied to you." He suddenly rushed out. I looked up at him with confusion, raising a plucked eyebrow. "I'm not a teacher. I just wanted to seem smart, impress you. You seemed so selfless. You're just smart and selfless.." He trailed off, his face a cute embarrassed pink.

"Shhh." I giggled. "It's fine, it's actually kind of cute." I pressed my lips softly to his, and he breathed a breath of relief.

Guilt ate away at me. I mean, I wasn't exactly being truthful to him either. My lie made our relationship illegal.

He's going to find out sometime..

Shut up,I quickly told myself.

I don't know what to do. And the longer I wait, the worse it gets.

"I'll be back, bathroom." His voice pulled me away from my guilty thoughts. He pressed his lips to my head and got up.

I sighed and leaned back.

Leaning against his headboard I realized he left his phone on the nightstand. Nervously biting my lip, I hastily picked it up, casting a guilty look around the room.

Why am I even doing this? I opened up his messages, clicking the first girls name that I saw.

Jeanette. Probably a slut, the childish voice in my head chimed.

J: Thanks for Saturday. You made me forget about everything.

B: I bet I did, I always do. Always here.

The sound of water running made me recoil from the phone, my shaking hands putting it back on the dresser. I couldn't read the rest.

Saturday? As in the day right after I gave myself to Beau? My face reddened. It was Tuesday now. I knew he had girls, but I thought...thought he'd change for me.

I scoffed at myself. I was so naive.

He entered the bedroom, smiling, causing me to shake with anger even more.