brenton's girl

eighteen

I climbed in bed bedside Brenton and laid my head on his chest, his heart was racing against my ear sounding like an African Drum. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yea, why wouldn't I be?"

"You're hearts beating super fast." I sat up and crossed my legs, facing him. "What're you thinking about?"

"This is literally the most normal thing we've done as a couple - just laying down and cuddling, I mean." He said and chuckled. "That sounds insane."

"We do normal couple things."

"Do we?" I looked at my hands and shrugged. "I mean, I'm in a gang that you constantly insist of being a part of. I'm the quarterback for our high schools football team, that you're now helping manage. Your dad hates me for practically no reason. This is nice. This is normal."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, love." Brenton said and sat up, he pushed me against the bed and climbed on top of me, I giggled as he straddled my waist, holding my hands above my head. He leaned down and peppered kisses against my neck and collarbone. "You've kept my life normal ever since we were kids."

"What do you mean?"

"When i first joined wayside, you would bring me blankets and pillows, you even tried bringing me a puppy. You surrounded me with soft things. When I joined the football team, you always had ice packs in the freezer just in case, or you'd always have icy hot in the cabinets, anything to heal the bruises. You tried to even put the scale."

"Now I guess you're repaying favor, huh?" I teased. "Bringing everything crazy to my normal life."

"If I remember correctly, you made the first move."

"No, not true."

"You yelled at me to get my shit together, to actually ask you out." I hit my lip and smiled, my cheeks flaming hot.

"You can't really blame me can you? You can only blame yourself." I said. "You played with my feelings too much." Brenton gave a sad smile but kissed my lips softly, he backed off me and helped me sit up.

"I know. I'm sorry." I shrugged it off like it didn't bother me anymore, because it didn't. I was over it. I had Brenton right now and that's all that mattered.

"I think I have an idea for my mural." I said. "It's kind of a personal one, but I think the school will accept it if I change it up a bit."

"Do I get to see it?"

"Not yet. It's not finished. I haven't even started it actually." I said smiling. I ran my fingers through my damp hair and reached for the blanket, I wrapped it around my shoulders and moved closer to Brenton. "Stay still." I said softly. I placed my hands on his shoulders and moved my legs to either side of his waist, sitting on his lap.

"Leah," I shushed him and touched his cheek, moving closer until I could kiss him. Every time we kissed it was like electricity moving through my veins, even the slightest touch was enough to power a lightbulb. I pulled away and looked at him before pressing myself to him even more, completely devouring the kiss.

I wound my fingers in his hair and took a deep breath, he took the moment to grip my hips and lick my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I smiled against the kiss and moved one of my shaky hands to his T-shirt, trying to maintain the shake. "Do you know how much I love you?" I asked. Brenton rested his forehead against mine but kept his eyes closed. My breath was ragged and uncontrollable.

"You make me nervous," I said softly. "So nervous that I'm terrified to touch you, but it's absolutely the most exciting thing I've ever felt."

Brenton opened his glazed eyes and smiled. "I'm happy that you enjoy it because I don't plan on ever letting go."

Vivian's pov

Having Ashton in Florida was strange, but exciting. He wouldn't tell me why he was here or how he knew where I lived, but he was here nonetheless. I laid on my stomach watching him dress, he threw on his T-shirt and sweatpants, then looked at me.

"Where're you going?" I asked.

"I'm not staying here Vivian, I have a house." I nodded my head and scolded myself, of course he did. Did i really think he was just going to stay in my room forever?

"Are you ever going to tell me why you came by?"

"I came to see you. I've told you this thirty other times."

"Do you care?" I asked. Ashton walked to me and cupped my chin in his hand, he made me look up at him.

"The sex was nice." I took a deep breath and moved my head out of his hand, he sighed and looked down at me before placing a kiss against my lips. I didn't react.

"I don't understand you."

"I know." He said and grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone. He slipped on his watched and shoes.

"Are you ever going to stop acting like you don't care?" I asked.

"I don't care."

"Stop lying to yourself, damnit. At least stop lying to me." I sat up and climbed off the bed.

"Vivian," Ashton warned and faced me, he gave me his look, but I wasn't going to back down. "Drop it."

"No." I snapped. "You don't get to treat me like you care then start being a dick after I sleep with you. That isn't how this works."

"What did you expect from this?" Ashton yelled stepping towards me. I stepped closer to him, daring him. "Do you expect me to actually. Are about you? You let me fuck you the first night we met. You gave it all away. I don't fucking care about you."

"If you don't care then why're you shaking?" I asked. "If you don't care about me Why're you so mad? Why?"

"You're so fucking immature." He yelled and grabbed my jaw, he gripped tight but not too tight. "You do know want anything to do with me or what I do. Do you understand?"

"No."

"Fuck you." He spat.

I chuckled and wrapped my fist in his T-shirt, I pulled him closer. "You already did." I moved my free hand to his blonde locks and pulled him to me. I brushed my lips against his and smiled when they parted. "Can't you see that you care? You didn't come here just to fuck me, ashy."

"Don't."

"Ashy please," I whispered. "Just tell me you care." My heart was racing and my throat was tight. If he didn't tell me he cared I'd probably break. "Can't you see that I care?"

"You care too much." He said and pushed me against the bed, I pulled him down with me and press my lips against him, shivering when his hand traced my waist.

"I know."

"It makes you weak."

"Is that why're you're scared to care?" I asked.

"I'm not scared to care." He told me. "I just choose not too."

I rolled my eyes and flipped him off me, i straddled his waist. "Tell me the truth, Ashy."

"Vivian."

"Please." I said softly. "If you don't care for me, truthfully, I'll let you go. I'll never talk to you again. Never see you again. Never even mention your name again. Just be honest with me for this one thing. Do you really not care about me, Ashy?"

"It's not about caring. It's about trust." He said. "Do I trust you? No."

"But you care?"

"You make it fucking impossible not to."