B I T T E R

C H A P T E R FOUR

Friday night rolled around slowly, but surely. My mom went out with her friends and my dad was at work. I ordered pizza and cranked up the tunes as soon as they left.

I was unsure of what to wear since I was in my own house and it wasn't really a date. I put on track shorts and a t-shirt. As I was fixing my makeup, I saw Ace's car pull into my driveway.

I ran downstairs and opened the door, leaning on the frame to seem more attractive.

"Hey, boo." I smirked.

"Wassup, cutie?" he smirked back. We both knew what was going to happen tonight and I could tell he was excited. I finally felt like I'd gotten some emotion from him.

"I ordered pizza and it should be here shortly." I said as I moved out the way for him.

He nodded and entered. I closed the door and faced him. He seemed even more attractive in my living room.

"You checking me out?" he smiled.

"Not even." I lied.

"So...?" he scratched the back of his neck. He was being shy again. I knew how to deal with shy boys.

"What's your last name?" I asked.

"Zane, yours?"

"Anderson."

There was that awkward silence again. Just as last time, we stared at each other like idiots. The doorbell saved us from drowning in each other's stare.

I opened the door and handed the pizza woman her tip as she handed me the pizza. I walked into the kitchen and set it there. Ace followed. I hoped he was looking at my butt because it was a good one.

I took a slice and so did he. I sat on the counter with my legs open, hoping he'd get the hint. He didn't.

I gestured for him to come closer with my pointer finger. He stood between my legs, chewing his pizza. His jaw movement turned me on a lot.

I'd finished my slice and he was almost done with his, but I was tired of waiting. I took his little piece of crust and threw it away. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer to me. His hands gripped my thighs and he kissed me. Our mouths found a rhythm and I began to move my hands around him.

"Can I pick you up?" he asked, out of breath. I nodded and started to suck on his neck.

Now, I'm not a heavy person so I was confused when his knees began to shake. I was nervous he would drop me so I let myself down. I wanted to go wallow in self-pity alone, but I needed to finish this first.

I pulled him to my room and fell back on my bed. He peeled his shirt off and climbed on top of me.

I flipped us and began to suck on his torso. I wanted him to have my hickies all over him. Maybe if Caitlyn saw them, she'd know not to mess with him.

"Wait, you can't." he said.

"What, why?" I straddled him.

"My parents might see them and then I'll get in trouble." He explained.

We were both juniors in high school and we were both 17 years old. If his parents didn't understand what 17 year old high school kids do, then they needed to wake up.

"Ace, come on!" I whined.

"Not now, okay?" he declined.

"Whatever." I slapped his torso and climbed off of him.

"What now?"

"I don't fucking care." I shrugged.

"Are you mad?" he tried to look at my face, but I turned my back to him. I wasn't mad, but I wanted to see what he would do if I were.

"Don't worry about it."

"You are." He sighed.

I remained silent, but I was smirking to myself. I think he cared a little.

"Well, goodbye." he said. I heard him put his shirt on. My smirk instantly turned into a frown. You never let your girl go to bed angry.

But then that's when it hit me. I wasn't his girl, so he didn't have to care. Caitlyn wasn't his girl either yet he cared about her. Ace Zane was the second boy to leave me confused.

I checked my watch and it was only 8PM. The night was still very young and I knew there had to be a party going on tonight. I wanted to find someone to make me feel better for the night.

I sent a text to my girls, telling them I would be around soon because we were going to find a party.