Safe from Scars (COMPLETE)

3. Heat & Trey

"You're listening to hot 95.5 the Bull and it's gonna be a scorcher today, Vegas! With a high of 115 degrees.."
I cut the country station off by plugging my iPhone into the aux cord. The girls are in the mood for singing at the top of their lungs while hanging out of the window on the highway.
Like always. But my mind is elsewhere
I stare at my phone, blankly, wondering why Trey hasn't called or text, but trying not to make a big deal of things. But my gut knows that something is up. Something BIG.

Our relationship is just like that. A rollercoaster. Up and down. The highs are high and the lows are low. Somedays we have steamy hot sex in his truck in front of his moms house because we know she knows, and sometimes we don't speak for a couple days. It's wishy washy as fuck. I know.

I met Trey my sophomore year. I was an office aide, making copies for a bulletin board when our school security dragged him into the deans office. His hair was ruffled, and there were four security guards wielding him in with spray cans in hand. He flashed me a dangerous smile and I was gone. Right then. Right there. Gone.

A couple days after the office incident, I walked past his clique after school. A bunch of punk kids who were too cool for pretty much everything. Cut off band t shirts, ripped jeans, converse, Mohawks, and skateboards were all I saw. They're an obnoxious group with no home training or decency or respect but you get the picture.

I tried to walk past their judgmental stares and comments. It was the day I chose to wear a maxi skirt and sandals to school so I didn't get far very fast. I kept my head down and tried to hurry past to get to Marina's car where I knew the girls would be waiting, hoping to avoid confrontation if one of these guys said something I didn't like. I remember Steven, before he was my friend, smacked a girls ass while she walked by, just to piss her boyfriend off. Immature, I know.

I heard footsteps running behind me. That's when he grabbed my arm.
"Hey" was all he said, as he kept his hand under my arm.
The real me would've flipped out at the thought of any man touching me without my permission, but he wasn't forceful and I wasn't scared.
The nervousness took over as I turned to realize who it was.
"My name is Trey Weston. I saw you in the office the other day. I just wanted to tell you that you're really pretty." He flashed me a smile and grazed his thumb across my cheek in admiration, and he walked away. I flushed and hurried off to tell my girls, who were repulsed at my reaction.
I was even MORE of a goner after that.

The thought of attention from any boy excited me. My mothers strict "no boys. No friends. Focus on your studies." rule begged to be broken.
He was different. Not a "take home" type of guy.
He had a couple silly doodle tattoos he called "practice". He had a lip ring and an "I don't give a fuck" attitude.
His brown eyes were sweet. And his smile did things to me. Other things did things to me too, but that's not the point. *wink wink
He was a lean 6 ft. Just a hint of muscle underneath his long sleeve shirt.
His hair was always combed over with his hands, causing him to effortlessly look like a god. A punk god.
And my mother hated him. So that was a rush.

Although we were polar opposites, we loved each other from the start. Sure, we fight over dumb shit, but I had all my firsts with him.
My first real kiss.
The first time I ditched.
My first taste of alcohol. And hangover.
My first puff on a terribly rolled blunt.
My first party.
My first "I love you."
My virginity.

We're planning on moving away after high school. To Seattle. I'm going to attend the university there, and Trey wants to get an apprenticeship in a tattoo shop. Just two rebels in love. Misunderstood by our families. Hating the world together. Trying to make a new life for ourselves.

Jo pulls me from my nostalgic walk down memory lane with a whiny groan.

"It's so fucking hot in here, Marina. I'm going to die. How can you not have air conditioning in Las Vegas? It makes no sense."

Marina whipped her head back with death in her gaze and snapped, "Shut up! At least I have a car! And I am a fresh navy recruit, but broke as a joke, as of now so please excuse me if I do not own a Lamborghini, Josephine!"
I love these girls and I'll miss them so much it hurts to think about it. Marina is going to Navy Bootcamp, as her father wished her to do, so I won't even be able to text or call her forever. Jo plans on staying here, to attend UNLV, and Trey and I will be half way to Seattle by tomorrow.

I laughed and sat back with my phone clutched tightly. Worry creeps over me, as we get closer to the event center. I need to see him, but I am also terrified at the thought.