Tears Behind Our Eyes: A Prequel

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

So whoever said sex changes things in a relationship is freaking stupid. Mia Kaye and I were exactly the same, only a little more horny. Everything felt natural. Normal. And in my life, normal isn't very consistent. I was worried about it actually.

We're freshman. Technically, sex shouldn't be happening. But there's a sexist thing where when people find out a girl has sex with a guy, the guy gets rewarded with the whole, "Way to tap that ass, man!" and the girl is slutshamed or whatever. I was really scared that's what would happen. For the most part, other than the purely innocent jokes from friends, that didn't happen.

The second time was better than the first. The first was a little awkward and don't get me wrong, it was great, but not like this one. This one was more romantic since it was after a date at Serafina-- the restaurant I loved taking Mia Kaye to even though the waiter we got every time flirted endlessly with my girl. We became Saturday regulars for the seven o'clock reservation. Kayden, the waiter, actually became our friend. He'd talk to us and laugh, make jokes, ask about school gossip. It wasn't for a higher tip, either; it was genuine conversations. After a while, Kayden was in on the Jackass inside joke my friends started as a play-on name for me.

The second time was better than the first. Third was better than both. Then, soon, they all topped each other and was never boring. Never not a workout, either (a benefit for football).

Our relationship got better. Even with my mom's constant in and out of St. Waters. Irritating as it is to think about, I visited her couple times and formally introduced my mom to Mia Kaye and vice versa. We planned on visiting the bastard in prison but the guards wouldn't allow it because we weren't eighteen. An adult would've needed to come with us but I didn't want that so I just left it alone. I left the gloating and yelling at him in my nightmares.

I loved her. I loved her. I loved her. I swore to myself that the only person I'd ever introduce a girlfriend to was my grandma. I had to get her approval above anyone else's including my mother's. So it was about time for that to happen, except the first part...

For Christmas, Mia Kaye and I spent time with her dad, then Hunter and his family when John had to do surgery on some guy that fell off the roof because he was fixing a string of Christmas lights that had fallen down in Colorado. I decided to make a surprise visit to my Grandma's house in Port Angeles. It was a three hour drive from Seattle, more with the snow everywhere. I had to dig some money from my savings to make the trip with a taxi. But, I had enough money.

"Who's in Port Angeles?" Mia Kaye asked, sitting in bed while I made us popcorn for the road. I hadn't told her every detail, just where we were going. "That's a long drive, especially on Christmas, babe."

I laughed and replied, "Yeah, it is but we'll make it fun. We always do. I'm taking you to meet someone."

Her eye lit up, "Danny and Sammy?" My brother and sister-in-law. I shook my head. For whatever reason, she wanted to meet the brother that not only abandoned me but also left me with abusive people as soon as he turned eighteen.

"Nope. Someone more important. I would've gone to live with her if Falynn wasn't the closest. She's my favorite person in the whole world, next to you," I tell her. I've mentioned my grandmother before to Mia Kaye. Typically when we had our talks at night, so Mia Kaye was tired and sometimes would either fall asleep or she'd just forget. My grandmother, my dad's mom, loved me, I was her favorite. There's nothing she wouldn't do for me. She'd used to help me with Bastard and my mom. Let's just say my mom had never had Grammy's approval.

Mia Kaye stressed about what to wear. She ended up wearing a red sweater that had a cream colored collar and black skinny jeans that made her legs look freaking smokin' hot, if I do say so myself, and black heels to change into and in the car just went barefoot. It's weird to describe my girlfriend's outfit but she looked hot so I thought it was worth mentioning. I told her she looked hot and she took that as slutty, which made me laugh but I assured her it was a geeky hot because of her big, nerdy glasses instead of contacts.