The Marshall Boy

Sixteen

Sixteen.
Jessica.
Two Years Earlier...

My throat is sore; I caught a bug while Nate and I were in Colorado: but my whole job is to sing so I can't exactly back out. I stick to my ballads about heartbreak and pain, which is what I'm constantly in. I'm lying to the man I love, and the best friend I've ever had. Marlee isn't only my best friend, she's family, my blood, and I'm lying to her. I've been lying to them both for a year, and I'm not so sure I have it under control anymore. The lies are getting harder and harder to keep up with.

I finish my set, and the crowd is less than giving of praise tonight: but of course, Blake kisses my forehead and tells me I did great, even though we all know I didn't. My voice cracked in every song, and I was so off tune at one point even I would've wanted to throw  a tomato.

"Thanks." I breathe, as Nate and I steal a quick glance at each other. He looks hot tonight, as he's dressed in casual attire which is what looks best on him. I send him a teasing smile, as I kiss Blake's cheek. Blake smiles down at me, then resumes his conversation with Marlee, and I flirt with Nate using my eyes. I might be sick, but I still know what gets him going, and the sickness is doing nothing to quell my lust. His entire thing in our affair is the thrill, and I love giving him one.

"I'm going to go talk to the bartender about next week." I tell Blake, and he nods before listening to Marlee again as she talks about the next art show she's doing. I make sure Nate's watching as I sway my hips, and head to the back room; I wore my skinny jeans because I know how amazing my backside looks in them, and when I turn to see Nate gazing after me, I know they've done the job. I wink at him, before disappearing behind the wall and heading into the closet. I count to fifteen, and the door opens. He backs me into the fridge, and I laugh softly, as his eyes meet mine.

"You play dirty," He tells me huskily, his warm breath against my neck, washing over my cold body. I kiss him hard, and bite into his lip.

"You love it," I tell him as I skim my teeth along his lip. He groans, then lifts my leg up and presses himself into me.

"I do," He admits, then his mouth is on mine again, and we fall back into the tangled web that we've weaved.