She broke the kiss and leaned her forehead on mine, still not releasing my head, "In nine months we'll have a child."
"Why us?"
"Cause we're quite obviously special."
"How special can someone be?"
We fell apart laughing and Sky slammed her lips back into mine and lead me over to the couch, letting me be on top, as to not hurt me. This kiss was nothing like previous ones, this one was awkward and sloppy and both of us genuinely were giggling as I tried to run my tongue on her lip to ask to deepen the kiss. As our tongues fought, I laughed more and pulled away, trying to catch my breath. I sat on her legs and her hands traveled to my ass, which made me fall on top of her laughing. I couldn't take this seriously, we were trying to be intimate while I was brutally injured and we were in a freaking guidance counselor's office. I propped myself up on her shoulders and we made eye contact and I got caught in another fit of laughter, "Those pills made you bubbly didn't they?"
I lied my head down on her chest, "Ya."
I quickly feel asleep and for once my dreams were pleasant. I dreamed that Sky was outside running with our little girl and I was inside, taking pictures we would cherish forever. Maybe things would work out? Or maybe not. My dream started going in reverse to a few days ago, when I was unaware there was a baby. Sky and I got drunk. I opened my eyes to find that I was still on Sky, I knew it was a dream, but then I remembered that the dream was just replaying what had actually happened.
"Sky, Sky, Sky, what if she's sick?"
"Who?"
"The baby! I got wasted the other night and I didn't know!"
"Bae, it's fine."
"Really?"
"I promise."
I didn't quite believe her, so I stole a kiss to reassure myself, before lying back down and going back to dreams. This time the image played in my head, it didn't rewind, it fast forwarded. I was alone with a little baby girl, who was screaming as a car drove away, one with Sky in it, packed with all her belonging for university. I woke up again, but this time I didn't say anything, I just took in the moment and the fact that I was lying on her, at least for this moment.
"What time is it?"
"I don't know."
Anybody looking in on our relationship would think that short exchange of words to be nothing, but to me I lingered on how her voice made each word sound sexy. My question was answered when the final bell rang and we could hear commotion in the hallways. I got off Sky and reluctantly stood up, I had been so comfortable. She got up too and opened the door before grabbing my hand and pulling me out into the sea of hustling backpacks. She navigated the crowd ahead of me and I followed quickly behind, copying her path. We almost made it out the door when I felt a hand grab my shoulder. Sky noticed I wasn't with her wheeled around to locate me. She saw me looking at a guy in shock as he said, "I enjoyed our night together."
I wanted to burst into tears, I had been trying to suppress that memory. Sky came to my rescue, "Hey baby, ready to go?" She slid her hands into my front pockets while she pressed up against me from behind. The guy looked disgusted and walked away from us. Sky let me go and continued towards her car, she always seemed annoyed when she had to bail me out.
We sat in the car and I waited for her to pull away before I started babbling.
"That was the guy, that was him, he scares me, and why did you seem annoyed at me, what did I do?"
She hit the brakes and pulled over on the road, "That was him?!?"
She pulled out her phone and I heard an automated voice answer. She conversated with who I believed to be a cop before she thanked him and drove back onto the road.
"Were you mad you had to save me?"
"Mad isn't the word."
"Then what is?"
"I'm... I'm thankful. Thankful that I have you to be able to help and protect."
"It didn't seem like it."
"I didn't know who he was! I thought he was hitting on you. You don't just watch the love of your adolescence get flirted with and not storm off."
"Adolescence? Sky, what's your plans after high school?"
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Scars Out Of Love
Teen Fiction14 year old River Sylone has conflicting thoughts on life, so conflicting she decides it would be better to not associate with other people, which leads to her parents having to take severe action. They decide to take her out of the unaccepting scho...