My Life with the Evil Bitch

Chapter 5~ A new woman that's wanted

Hoping out of Bryce's old Chevy truck and ready to run for the door, I was stopped. "Wait!" He said while jumping over the back of his truck in two long leaps. I smiled and stood still, making sure I didn't fidget and that I did not give myself a chance to escape. I needed this, I needed someone to finally see me as 'better,' someone who wanted me for me. 

Someone to love me for the first time.

I snapped out of my thinking and smiled as he stood not even 2 feet in front of me. He leaned forward and our lips were just barely touching, the since of electric love was overwhelming my senses. I looked into his eyes and saw the gorgeous baby blue eyes that I had only dreamed of them wanting me, but this was reality and it was about to happen. 

It was my choice, "only move in twenty percent," Draven's word's echoed throughout my brain and they left me feeling sick to my stomach. The only movement now was for me to move in the twenty percent, "May I kiss you?" He asked me in a soft husky whisper.

I drank his words in at that precise moment, "yes," I said the words as I gently swayed into his arms and found his gentle lips to comfort me. My stomach turned at that moment, butterflies rose and smiles were faded. Nothing mattered at that moment because that 6.5 second kiss made me realize that I was wanted and this wouldn't be the last time.

We parted and he wrapped me into a warm embrace, not wanting to let me go yet. "Tonight was fun Bryce, thank you." I say as I flashback to eating ice-cream, watching the stars and playing thumb wars with him. 

"It definitely was. Can I see you again?" I hold back the urge to blush yet again and smile to counter act it. 

"Yeah, I'd like that." I say as I began to walk away up the concrete path surrounded by my mother’s night flowers. I turn when I'm at the door and take one last look back at Bryce. He's standing there smiling out at me and then he jumps into his Chevy. I wave a small farewell and shut the door behind me as I hear it.

His truck turns over once, and then again, why won't it start? I stand in the living room peeking out the peep hole. Bryce tries starting it again and nothing happens. I smirk because that can only mean one thing... He needs a jump, (DUH! You sick pervs who were thinking bad thoughts> ;)!!!!) 

 No I'm totally joking, but he walks up to my door and knocks. I open it and play dumb, but he knows that I know that his truck is broke down. "I guess you'll just have to stay here.." I smirk playfully and hit him like Draven said. "Oh come on!" He says jokingly, "Come in," I say sort of shy and shaky but I move the nurvousness to the back of my brain.

Standing there awkwardly I make conversation, "You can sleep on the couch." I point to the fouton and walk up to it. I cover it in blankets and give him two pillows off of the other couches. I pat down the pillows and walk up to the stairs where my room and comfy bed were waiting for me. 

"Goodnight," he says sort of sighing but never-the-less he laid down. 

"Sweet dreams," I say sort of irritated but ready for sleep. I fumble up the stairs and find my way to my dresser. I quickly change, take off the load of makeup and put my hair up in a messy bun. I slide into my bed and close my eyes when I hear the door creek.

I jolt upright and look at the door. Sure enought there he was. What was he doing? I have no clue.

"Can I come in for a minute?" He asks me sliding through the door and shuting it quietly.

And those are the last words of the night that I was first wanted as a woman.........