Take Me With You || Jess Mariano

Part 1

"You're really mad at me for leaving?" I say into the phone, using one hand to steer. I'm almost back in downtown Stars Hollow. It's only 12:40, I wasn't expecting to be back until 2 at least.

"Yeah, what do you think you're playing at?" Ricky asks. "You didn't even say goodbye." I go past the lights and pull over on the curb by the square. It's so late that the lights are off in the gazebo.

"You invited me out on what you called a date Ricky," I undo my seatbelt and take my keys out of the ignition. "And then you go and make out with another girl right in front of me."

"So?" He asks. I open the car door and get out, slamming it behind me.

"You can't make out with someone else when you've already got a date." I tell him, trying to keep my cool.

"Mia, you know I'm not your boyfriend right?" He asks.

"No shit," I mutter, heading for a park bench. Ricky starts to say something but I cut him off. "If you're receiving weekly blowjobs from one girl, the expectation is that you don't go screwing around with others." I decide not to sit and start to pace instead.

"You expect me to believe you aren't fucking other guys?" He asks.

"Yes, because it's the truth!"

"You can't be serious." He says.

"What do you mean? I'm not the one who's in the wrong here!" I kick a trash can and immediately regret it.

"You can't be that good at sucking dick if I'm the only guy you've ever been with," he says.

"What the actual fuck?" I ask. My anger has reached its limit. "So I'm a whore because I give good head? What the hell kind of logic is that?" I notice someone sitting on the bench across the way. I realize I should probably stop screaming about my sex life.

"I think it makes perfect sense." He tells me. "Always knew you were a puta."

"You know what? Fuck you Ricky, I'm done with this."

"No Mia, you'll never be done with this," he says. "I was your first love and you're never going to be able to forget me, you're going to be in love with me forev- "

"Ricky, I'm going," I tell him, done with his shit.

"Mia, cariño, hold on a second," I hang up and delete the call so my mom won't know I stole her phone. Then I go back to the car to throw it in my purse. While I'm there I grab a joint out of my purse and light it up. Before I left Ricky's house I made sure I took all his weed.

I'm leaning against the car, smoking when the guy across the way walks over. He's cute.

"Rough night?" He asks.

"Yeah," I tell him. "Same for you?" He nods.

"Something like that." I offer him the joint and he says yes. As he takes a drag, I take a second to properly look at him. He looks like he's my age, maybe a bit older. I've never seen him before though.

"You new around here?" I ask.

"Just got here today." He replies. "Is it really that small of a town?" I scoff.

"Hold back the edge of your gown ladies," he hands the joint back to me. "We are in hell." I dramatically gesture towards the town shops. He looks at me weirdly.

"Doesn't seem that bad." I smile at that.

"That's what I thought too," I tell him. "Back before I got called a puta for being good at oral sex."

"So that's what that phone call was about," mysterious boy says. I nod.

"You heard that?" I ask.

"It was hard not to," he laughs. "Was that your boyfriend?"

"Oh god no," I tell him. "Just a casual thing," I try to explain. "It's over now, thank god, he sucked in bed anyways."

"Ah," the guy nods. "You should know better than to sleep with guys who take more than they give."

"So I should be sleeping with guys like you then?" I ask without thinking. He gives me a weird look and then takes the joint from me.

"How high are you?"

"High enough." I respond.

"In that case," he tosses the joint away and then reaches for my neck. When he kisses me I almost lose my balance, but he puts his other hand around my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck.

He's a really good kisser, I can't imagine what he'd be like in bed. I know I shouldn't sleep with strangers I met in parks, but I need to purge myself of Ricky. Sleeping with someone else always seems to work in the movies.

His lips move to my neck and he starts undoing the buttons on my plaid shirt. I'm thankful I wore a nice bra today. When he slides his hand under my bra I take a shaky breath. He looks up at me.

"Should I not have done that?" I say, feeling nervous all of a sudden. He shakes his head.

"That was really sexy," I blink. He steps back and looks me up and down. "You're really sexy,"

"I think we should probably get in my car," I tell him. He nods. I open the door and we climb into the backseat, picking up where we left off.

When we're done mystery boy and I curl up together. I rest my head on his shoulder and he wraps an arm around me.

"Isn't this the part where one of us leaves?" I ask. He chuckles.

"I'm not in any rush." I smile. "And besides, you have to fill out a customer satisfaction survey so I know what to improve on," I roll my eyes.

"Disappointing," I tell him. "I could've done better on my own,"

"Oh, could you?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. I blush, liking the way he's looking at me.

We spend another half hour together, smoking another joint and talking about our previous sexual experiences. We finally decide to check the time and see that it's 2 in the morning.

"I should go," he says, pulling his shirt on.

"Yeah, I should probably get home too." I start to do up the buttons on my shirt. Once we've sorted ourselves out he gets out of the car. I stick my head out the window.

"Will I see you again?" I ask awkwardly.

"I sure hope so," he winks as he backs away. I watch as he disappears down the street.

It isn't until I get home that I realize I never caught his name.