That One Boy

Tears and Confessions (Part 2)

------------/Later that night (at the loft)\-----------------

Liam and I were currently in the middle of watching The Lion King 1 1/2 on my laptop, when my door opened. Groaning, I pressed pause and turned to the door.

"Yea Derek?" I asked, peeved because he interrupted the movie.

"Can I talk to you?" he asks, staring at the floor. Confusion blankets my face but I nod anyways.

"Be back in a few, touch the remote or my candy and you die." I point at him, smiling. He sticks his tongue out at me. Rolling my eyes, I step into the hall in front of Derek.

"Wha-" before I can finish, he pulls me into a tight embrace. I stand there for a moment, shocked thst he even knew what a hug was. After a few more seconds, I wrap my arms around his neck.

"Im so sorry." he whispers, hugging me tighter.

"Im sorry for being such a horrible brother." Tears squirm into my eyes.

"Derek, you're not a horrible brother. You just have a bad coping mechanism.. You'll get better, I know you will." I grin and kiss his cheek.

"Your stubble itches!" I fake gag as he laughs. He turns to look at my door, then back to me.

"You really care about him don't you?" he smiles a real smile. Blush stains my cheeks as I nod.

"More than anything."

"Oh! Guess what's in six days!" he smirks.

"Next friday?" I guess.

"No! Well that too, but your birthday! You'll finally be fifteen!" I huff out of my nose and growl at him.

"Shut up. I don't want everyone knowing I'm the youngest kid in high school." He simply smirks.

"Oh it's already too late for that." I roll my eyes and head back to the movie.

"Night Derek! Love yah!"

"Love you too, Blake, night!" Closing my door fully, I jump back on my bed beside Liam.

"You ate my M&M's!" I scowl, laughing. He shrugs, a mouth full of my candy. Rolling my eyes, I start the movie back up.

"You pick the next movie ok?" I nudge his shoulder.

"Hmhmm." He answers, staring at my face, a dark look in his gorgeous eyes. I tilt my head in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

"Can I kiss you?" he asks. I'm shocked, but nod my head, waves bouncing. He slides his hand onto  my cheek delicately, as if I might break. He slowly leans in, brushing our noses, causing me to giggle. Finally, his lips attatch to mine. It starts slow, but then he deepens it, gliding his tongue across my lower lip, seeking entrance. I disagree, keeping my mouth closed. He lifts me up over him, laying me on top of him, his leg in between mine.He runs his hands up and down my hips slowly, creating a warm ball in my stomach. Me being me, I start to panic, not knowing what's happening. Liam stops and pulls back, sensing my fear.

"What's wrong?" he whispers.

'I've never done this before.." I confess.

"Hey, just follow my lead ok?" I nod, and he flips us over, so he's on top. Re-attaching his lips to mine, he runs his fingers through my hair. I tangle mine in his, slightly pulling it when he starts to kiss down my jawline. I let out a moan as he hits my soft spot and begins to nip and suck on hit. Our bodies start to move together, slightly grinding on each others. He moves back to my mouth, running his tongue over my lip again. This time, I let him in, his tongue exploring every crevice of my mouth,  as if comitting it to memory. Slowly, I poke my tongue out of my mouth and into his, exploring. He starts fiddling with the hem of my sweatshirt, wanting it off. I grin into his lips, and let him slide it over my head and toss it to the floor. Now I'm in a thin black tank top, spandex shorts and my bra and undies. He starts pulling my tank up, and I don't stop him, letting him throw it to the ground with my hoodie. He breaks our kiss to rake his eyes down my body.

"God you're beautiful." he groans. I blush and reconnect our lips. I pull at his t-shirt and pull it over his head. He kisses down my neck and chest, leaving a trail of tickling kisses on my stomach, before attacking my neck again. I pull at his belt buckle, and undo it. He kicks off his pants, and takes my shorts off. I start to feel self-conscious, and shy away from him.

"Hey, don't get shy on me now, you're gorgeous. We don't have to ok?" I nod. I slip my shorts and tank back on and bring his lips to mine again. He chuckles lightly against my lips.

"Eager.." he whispers.  The warm ball in my stomach grows bigger and I moan. Then something presses against my thigh.

"Not the only one." I smirk against his lips. I can feel the buldge from the thin fabric of his boxers. He lets out a string of profanities as he jumps off of the bed and to my bathroom.

"Good luck with that!" I snicker into the pillow, and slide my hoodie back on. Jumping up, I run down to the kitchen to get more popcorn. I had just started the popcorn when a voice startled me.

"Nice almost sex hair." Scott.

"Am I loosing my edge? You're like the third person whos scared me this week!" I grumble, avoiding his previous comment.

"I heard you two yah know." he smirks as embarrassment fills my face.

"Shut up McCall.." DING!  Saved by the bell! I grab the popcorn out of the microwave and dump it into bowl.

"So what's up? Derek's sleeeepiiiing." I drag out like Michelle from Full House. Gosh that little girl was adorable.

"Oh I actually need to talk to you."

"Me? Why?"

"Did you and Asher make up?" he asks. I nod.

"Yea earlier today..why?" my eyes travel to the clock on the stove.

1:47 a.m.

"She seems to think otherwise." curiosity sets in and I jump onto the counter in front of Scott.

"Intriguing. Elaborate." I tell him, stuffing a hand full of popcorn into my mouth.

"She's saying that you're jealous of her and Liam never actually liked you, but her. And that you attacked her because she was quote unquote 'prettier than you'. That you were a horrible friend and only bummed stuff from her. She also said that she was only your friend  because she felt sorry for you because you had anorexia and bulimia."  Anger boiled in the pit of my stomach.

"I-I'll be right b-back" my voice cracked, showing I was about to cry. I run up to my room and sob into the pillows.

"Liam!" I sobbed. He come running from the bathroom, a wash cloth in hand. He dropped it onto my dark blue carpet when he saw my face.

"What happened?" he asked, coming over to me, and pulling me into his arms.

"S-Scott..ask Scott."I whimper into his chest. He cradles me like a small child and runs downstairs to Scott.

"What happened?"

"Asher Martin happened. She turned her back on Blake.." I continue to sob into Liam. My best friend turned her back on me. The only person I truly trusted, that I would take a silver wolfsbane laced bullet for, was the one who shot me. My cries rang out into the loft and building. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. Liam rocked me back and forth in a soothing motion. It slowly caused me to drift off to sleep. Liam pressed his lips to my forehead and whispered,

"Good night baby girl." I slid into the darkness, a small smile on my lips.