If We Were Perfect (herophine)

Chapter Eighteen: Two Years Prior

Hero

My heart skips a beat as she slowly presses her lips against mine. It was mine and Hadley's 15th birthday and Josephine was spending the night Hadley. If only Hadley had known her best friend and brother were making out downstairs. She kisses me once, then looks into my eyes with a cheeky smile. This is the farthest we've gotten. She hasn't let me touch her before. Never. I knew she wanted to see what I looked like. We had never sent lewd pictures, especially since her Mom would go through her phone every night.

"Show me." She whispers in the softest voice and I nod quickly, my cheeks turn a bright rosy red as I slowly push down my track pants and step out of them, standing in front of her in only my boxers. I felt my body react to the powerful moment. She sucks in a quick breath then slowly pulls off her shirt. Her bra was tight against her pale skin.

"Hero, keep going." She tells me, clearly flushed. I nod, taking a step closer to her. I could feel her breath on my bare skin. My chest heaved quickly as I slowly pushed my boxers down. At the same time, she takes her bra off and I feel my body react in ways I never thought it could.

She slowly reaches forward and touches it, looking up at me with a daring glare, "Woah."

I step forward and press our lips against each other. Her fingers dig into my back as I lift her up, her legs wrap-

ping around my waist. I lift her onto my dresser and she stares down into my eyes. Our chest move quickly and our veins are pulsing with fear, euphoria, and lust. I was too lost in the moment to hear anything around me. I pull her pants down slowly.

"Are you sure?" I ask and she nods quickly. I nod and slowly press my hand against her panties. Woah. I'm touching my girlfriend. It's like eating foreign food or learning to ride a bike. It feels awkward. I don't know why, but it does. I love her, and even though we may not last forever, I'm okay with our first being together.

"Keep going." She repeats. I nod and slide my fingers into the sides of her panties. She groans, digging her fingers into my shoulder. I can't hear anything, not her groaning, not my panting, not our sweaty bodies sticking together.

But one sound breaks the silence. The door nob slowly clicking, as if someone is using a boby-pin or a knife to undo the lock. Hastily, I pull up my pants and she does the same.

The door flies open and our Mom's stand in the doorway. Their jaws are practically on the floor.

"Get proper you two, we need to talk." Mom says, shutting the door and leaving. We should've been quieter. Damnit.

We put our clothes on and leave the room. She doesn't fix her hair, letting it hang in front of her face, "Hero, Jo. Do you have something to say?" Josephine's Mom ask. I look at Josephine, and both of us shake our heads.

"What were you two going to do in there?" My Mom ask, standing up and crossing her arms.

"Mom, I swear, we were just kissing." I try to explain, but I just can't, it's too awkward.

"That's what I tried to tell my Mom, but then a few months later I got pregnant with Ben. I don't want you to fuck up like I did." She says, not stopping herself from letting the words slip. Realization finally hits and her entire body droops. A large frown grows on my face and I look over to her angrily.

"Did you say he was a mistake? I thought you loved him?" I ask softly, my heart beat pouncing in my head.

"Hero, I'm sorry." She whispers. Julia moves closer to her Mom and they stand in silence, watching my Mom try and make up for her rude words.

"I don't care. You know I miss him and you know it hurts me." I reply, tears bite at the corners of my eyes and slowly find their way down my warm skin. The tears were hot and made me ache.

I turn to her and stomp away quickly, I hear Josephine's steps following me, and Mom's voice shouting.

I lock the door and push my dresser against it, my head is pouncing and my heart is racing. I wish I was the one who died, not him. He had so much more going for him in life. A girlfriend, steady career, a scholarship to FSU.

My hands tremble as I pick up a trophy and chuck it at the wall, it smashed and breaks into two separate pieces. A small scuff appears. I bite my lip and frown, wanting to throw something again.

I grab the picture of Hadley, Ben, and I. It was only a day before he died. I throw it at my bed and it slides off the edge, falling to the floor and cracking apart. I can no longer see clearly.

Black dots fill the void around me and I suck in a quick breath as I slowly walk over to the broken picture frame and pick it up. Shards of glass cover the picture, the wood from the frame was cracked in two pieces.

Before I can find my way back to reality, I take the biggest piece and wrap my hand around it, clasping it as tightly as I can.