Resentment - (18+)

C8

MIA

It's been four days since that night at Justin's place, and I'm lying in my bed staring at the ceiling, happily thinking about how we had sex three times and each time felt better than the last. I may now be more obsessed with sex than Autumn. (Okay, no, that's impossible.) I thought we would get a chance to do it again at his place today, but the football team is three counties over for a holiday scrimmage against West High.

Autumn is supposed to come over later so I can tell her all about it over homemade s'mores, but that may get awkward since she said her mom is coming along with her. (She's apparently not allowed out of her mom's sight for the rest of senior year.)

Regardless, if I can't tell her about the sex part, I can tell her about the way Justin kissed me when he dropped me off in the early morning hours of Christmas. How he helped me climb back inside the window, and before it shut completely, he asked me to be his date to prom.

It didn't take me more than a second to say yes.

I roll across my bed and replay the memory again and again. It's not until hours later that I get contact with the outside world again via a text from Autumn.

AUTUMN: Change of plans. (Ugh.)

MIA: What's wrong? ( : -( )

AUTUMN: My mom says I can't come to your place. She's taking me to Bible Study instead. (She also raided my underwear drawer and left me with only white and beige panties :-/ )

MIA: OMG, seriously? (I have no words.)

AUTUMN: Yeah, now I'm counting down the days until high school is over. Now that you have a free day, what are you going to do?

MIA: Hang around at home, I guess...Justin has a game tonight.

AUTUMN: Okay so...Why don't you go to the game?

MIA: It's three counties over.

AUTUMN: A one hour drive if you take McClellan Lane. (Don't text me until you're there and acting like a real girlfriend. Okay, no. You can definitely text me. I'll need a distraction during my "return to Jesus" moments at church tonight. BAHAHAHA!)

I laugh and quickly get dressed, grabbing the keys to my mom's old car. I've only driven it a few times when I needed to run a quick errand, but I figure since she's at work, I'll be back before she returns.

I pull off and take the long way to West County-being sure to drive in the slow lane the whole time. As I approach a red light, I consider going back, maybe texting Justin and asking if I can meet him at his house tonight instead, but something tells me to keep going.

It takes me one and a half hours to find the stadium, and when I get there, the players haven't even taken the field. Both Central High and West High teams are sitting in the bleachers, laughing and talking with one another, acting as if they're not going to compete against each other later tonight.

I walk past them, looking for Justin, but he isn't there. I head down to the underside of the bleachers, and see him and his Dad.

I start to step back, to try and get out of sight, but his green eyes immediately meet mine.

"Don't fuck this up, Justin." His dad hits him in the chest. "Do. Not. Fuck. This. Up." He hisses at him and storms off, muttering a string of curse words with his every step.

I stand there, unsure of what to do, and then Justin walks over to me.

"What are you doing here?" He puts his arm around my shoulder.