The Hell That is Love

5 - Could I get your number?

My alarm blares at 6:00 for me to get up. Monday is actually the worst.

I arrive at school at my usual time, and head to the usual place to see my friends before class. They're sitting and talking. As I sit down they all greet me.

We chat until the teachers dismiss us to get to first period. I grab my bag and start to walk away when a tug on my shirt stops me.  I turn around to find delanie looking at me.

"Hey, you ok?" I ask. She shakes her head.

"Do you... want to go to the bathroom together?" She nods.

We walk silently to the bathroom. She leads me into the accessible stall which is big enough to fit two people comfortably. We stand in silence as the first period bell rings.

"Delanie, what's wrong? Also shouldn't Abby be here I mean-" I'm cut off by her lips against mine. Pushing me into the wall of the bathroom stall. My eyes widen with surprise. She pulls back.

"You, you didn't kiss back?" She says surprised.

"I mean that was very abrupt and probably not a good place or time to do that?"

"I guess... I wanted to see if you liked girls, like me... I didn't know any other way to do that... Sorry."

"I mean it's okay.. I just thought something was wrong and you needed help."

"No, everything is fine."

"Well, in that case... I'm going to physics." I say, taking my leave before I make the choice of pinning her against the wall and making out with her.

"Wait! Could I at least get your number...? You're like, the only person I like in Abby's friend group besides her." I nod hestitantly, and hand her my phone.

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I get home from school and think about what the hell happened today. The girl I like who I thought was shy and cute pulled me into a stall, pushed me against a wall, and kissed me. Also, she smelled like lilacs.

What is going on.

Before I have time to think any more, my phone buzzes. It's her.

Hey! Thought I'd see if you gave me your number or faked me out.

Yep it's me, no fake numbers here lol

Well, I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out.

Today? I mean I have homework but sure I guess.

Okay, also I can help! I know where you live. I'll be there soon xx

Annnnd now she's coming over. I fix my makeup up a bit and clean my room. Luckily my mom is okay with people staying here on school nights.

Soon enough there's a knock at the door. I open it to find Delanie with her school books in her arms. "Thought we could study a bit? We could do your homework if you wanted..." She says shyly.

"Uhm, yea, I'll show you to my room." She enters my house and greets my mother. I lead her to my room. She throws her stuff down on my floor and takes a look around.
"Sorry it's not clean, your plans with me were pretty last minute you know."

"What, does everything have to be planned out? Can't we just live a little and be spontaneous I mean we're only seniors once." She says, laying on my bed.

I look at her and scoff. "Yes, and I only have one chance to get an A on my history test. So, you're helping me." She nods and takes out her textbook.

We study for about an hour before deciding to take a Netflix break. Delanie picks "Below Her Mouth." Which looks about the gayest movie I've ever seen.

"It's so good Cara, these actresses are amazing." She beams while pressing play.

And she's right. It's super good. About halfway through I start to get super into it. A sex scene comes on. I'm watching intently. It's the first time I've really seen two girls together like that. Suddenly I feel fingers intertwining with my own. I look over at Delanie, who is still looking straight ahead. I slowly turn my attention back to the movie.

The rest of the time I couldn't even concentrate on the story, only the feeling in my hand. The credits roll and I let go of her hand to get up and turn my lights back on.

"I uhm.. thought now would be a better place and time..." Delanie says sitting back up.

"I... I don't know what's going on with me. Can I be honest with you?" I say putting my hand on my neck.

"Yea, come sit." I scoot closer to Delanie, covering my face with my hands. I breathe.

"I've only known you, what? Like 4 days? The moment I fucking looked at you, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I have never been with a girl. I don't even know if I'm gay or whatever but... I don't know what's going on with me."

"I see the way you look at me. I know what you're feeling because I feel it too. And, I can give you exactly what you've been needing..." She puts her hand on my inner thigh and looks straight at me.

"I-I don't even know what to say.... I-" she puts her finger over my lips and climbs onto my lap.

"You don't need to say anything. Do you trust me?" I nod. "Then let's play." She puts her lips onto mine with the same passion as she had this morning. This time, I give myself to her. The kisses gradually get rougher, sloppier. She slides her hand up my shirt until she reaches my bra. She pulls away. "You're no fun... Can you take this off for me..?"

"Uhm.. y-yea." I stand up and undo my bra, tossing it to the floor. Now under my shirt, there is nothing but skin.

"Lay down." I do as she says, and she lifts my shirt up. I look to the side and close my eyes. Suddenly her lips are on my breasts. She leaves marks all over my chest before making her way down my stomach until she reaches the wasteband of my jeans. She looks up at me. "Can I keep going?" I nod, my breathing quick.

She un buttons my jeans and pulls them down, along with my underwear. "Hah, black and lacy. For me? You shouldn't have." I blush and chuckle. She kisses up my thighs until she stops, really close to my sensitive area. "I can stop now. It's up to you."

"I... I think it's getting kinda late. Although you are extremely good at this..." I say, practically panting.

"Well, thank you at least." She smiles. She helps put on my clothes and grabs her things. It's late now. I walk her to my front door. "I hope you get an A on that test... And I'll text you again soon. I had a really nice time."

"Thanks Delanie... I did too.. Uhm, we'll have to do it again soon.." I blush and look down at my feet. She lifts my chin up and kisses me, this time it's light and short.

"Oh and, cover up that hickey. Sorry." She giggles and walks out. I cover my neck with my hand and run back upstairs. Sure enough as I look in the mirror, a black and blue circle is in plain sight, on the front right side of my neck.

"Shit...." I exclaim.

I watch YouTube videos on how to cover up hickeys for the rest of the night.