No Fears

Chapter 4- Scott

I OPENED MY CAR DOOR and hopped out. It was freaking cold outside. I cursed myself for not bringing more clothes, but I had been late and didn't have time to consider that it would be this much freezing. I shouldn't have rushed though, I was late anyway.

The reason for my lateness was because last night I slept like shit. My day hadn't gotten any better since that morning in the hospital. I had driven myself back in Austin's car, since his mother had come to pick him up- cause they wouldn't let him leave without a parent or a legal guardian-. When I got to his house I saw mi car parked in his driveway. I had forgotten I had left I there before we went to the lake house, so luckily, I didn't have to walk in the cold for ten miles. That was probably the only thing that went well yesterday, cause when I got home my father was there with his wifey cuddling in the couch. Eloise- yeah that was her name- was hot. I knew I wasn't supposed to think that of my stepmother but she was a thirty-year-old woman who looked like a twenty-year-old- a very sexy one I might add. I understood why my father had chosen her to do this shit, but it didn't mean I liked it. She wasn't half bad, but if she was with my father, she had to have something wrong in her head. He was mostly never home because of his work- well maybe all those times he was "on-call" or in "surgery", he was actually with her. Fucking bastard. My mother and I weren't the only ones who despised him. He didn't have one real friend, he had patients, who only thought they liked him because he had saved their lives, so they didn't count. He had never gone to a single PTA- parent-teacher association- meeting because he couldn't stand the great majority of my class' parents. I didn't give a fuck about those meetings, but I just used his nonattendance as a way to prove his never-ending solitude. Maybe that was the reason behind what he did. Maybe he had to fulfil his lack of friends with another woman. Whatever, it didn't matter why he did it, just that he had.

After that I had to do a lot of fucking reading for school, some shit about philosophers. I normally didn't mind reading in general, I did it a lot for pleasure, but that shit was as boring as it could get. Why the hell we had to study this subject anyway? In my opinion, if you're insecure or stupid enough to have to know the origin of the universe, then you suffer through this trash, not me, not everyone whose mind was right.

Also, I couldn't concentrate at all cause I couldn't stop thinking about Steph. And yeah, I was like a fucking thirteen-year-old chick who kept thinking about her first kiss. But I couldn't help myself. To begin with, I had told her things that only Austin knew. Granted, I had been drunk, but there was this part of me that wanted her to know, wanted her to know the real me, not the asshole I pretended to be most of the time. It was stupid, but it had felt good to talk to her. And then, the next night, I was sure she wasn't going to go through that lame bet we had made, when she had suggested that her and I made another bet, my lightbulb popped. I had wanted to kiss her since I first saw her at school that year. She had gotten hotter during the summer. She was taller and her boobs were bigger, point to self for noticing that. Her hair was as blond as ever but now it was longer, not short like she always used to wear it- Why did I know that anyway? So, the kiss thing seemed like it was worth a try.

When we found ourselves alone in the booth at that lame karaoke bar, never in my life could I have predicted that she would grab my shirt and press her lips against mine. After a minute, I thought she would pull away, but she didn't. Instead, she climbed in my lap giving me the chance to deepen the kiss. I was kissing the life out of her. It felt like I couldn't get enough of her. I was rock hard and I knew she felt it. I also happened to know she liked it. I bet she was aroused by simply knowing she did that to me. It wasn't normal to me to get that hard with a simple make out, it normally took some more touching a some less clothes to get me to that point, but not with her. That made me insane, so I sent her a text to ask her if we could talk, I wanted to make sure she didn't think what Jared had thought when the shit went down, that I had somehow planned to do something similar to her. But she didn't respond, and I knew she had seen the message, cause the two ticks that marked delivered were blue, so that meant she had seen it. I gave her an hour to answer before I sent another text. Unfortunately for me, that text was even lamer than the one before.