only seventeen ♬ red hot chili peppers anthony kiedis fanfiction

Chapter 37

Warning: This chapter takes quite a turn.

"I basically just practiced guitar in my room everyday," John said, telling me how he'd gotten so good at playing the guitar.

"So you're self taught?" I asked.

"Pretty much."

"Dude that's so cool, I would need like an abundance of instructors...who'd quit after trying to teach me."

He laughs. "I guess it's gotta be in you as well."

"I guess so."

We're backstage, getting ready for the band to play another show, once again. It's an outdoor concert this time, in Michigan. Anthony hasn't spoken to me all evening. I don't know if it's his way of being angry at me for being angry with him, but truth be told I'm over it. I'm sick of staying mad, and it's tiring to know he's mad at me now.

"You know, you look really pretty in that dress," said John.

"Aw, you like it?"

I twirled a little.

"Yeah it's nice."

I blush. "Thank you."

Anthony bought me a velvet black, strapless dress the other night, another one of his birthday gifts for me. He said he loved the way I looked in black, especially with my hair out, which is what I'm wearing now, with a pair of black flats.

"Guys, you're on in five," the sound guy informs them.

John picks me up and spins me around.

"John, what are you doing?" I squealed playfully, gripping onto his shoulders.

"A warm up," he said.

I laugh uncontrollably, the back of my dress flying up. He sets me down, and I plant a kiss on his cheek.

"For good luck," I said, biting my lip.

He smiles and said, "Thank you, Wren."

They make their way to the stage, Anthony being the last one to get on, eyeing me angrily as he marches up.

I don't know what his problem is, it's not like I kissed him on the lips. After what he's said about me, I don't really think he has the right to complain, and besides, I feel closer with John surprisingly, maybe it's because we're closer in age and we just bond well better.

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After the show, an uncomfortable silence illuminates the backstage area. I was alone in the dressing room, crashing on the couch. I hear Anthony's footsteps in front of me, and just when I think he's about to yell at me, throw a fit, or whatever, he places a hand on my shoulder. He begins rubbing the area, pulling one of my straps down.

"Anthony," I said.

"Shh," he answered, pressing a finger to my lips. "Girl, it's alright."

I look up at him, a wave of confusion hitting me. I thought he was mad at me, now he wants to have sex? He slowly unbuckles his pants and climbs on top of me. I try tugging him off, but he won't budge; I'm too tired to put more effort into it.

He attacks my neck with kisses. "Anthony," I said. "Not here, not now."

He eyes me convincingly and said, "Babe, I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you."

He rubs my knee up, gliding my dress over my head and unhooked my bra. I'm beginning to feel scared, and so I keep telling him, "Anthony no, I don't want to."

He continues planting kisses on my neck, down to my navel and slid my panties off.

He glides his tongue across my pussy lips, and slowly opens my legs for me. He hovered over me, and I feel the condom being pressed into me, before he starts thrusting without warning. I gasp in pain, as I'm not lubricated, clearly not ready. I try shoving him away, but nothing seems to be working.

"Anthony," I yelled.

He covers my mouth, quieting me. His facial expressions are filled with pleasure, mine of pain; he kisses my shoulder, trying to calm me down.

I try kicking and throwing my fists on his chest in attempt to get him off of me. He grunts, an indication of his climax. I crash back down when he gets off of me, tears in my eyes from the pain.

I roll over and look at him. As he's pulling his pants back on, I managed to squeak out, "What the hell were you doing?"

He turns around and says, "Marking my territory."