Hello....Nelson.

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  • Dedicated to My Ex For Being Awesome On The Surface
                                    

DISCLAIMER: This chapter is riddled with grammatic errors that I don't feel like correcting right now because i'm a bum ass college student....and i'm tired...but i hope you'll read the chapter anyway!!! lol

It's Rory Babyyyyy

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I didn’t….go anywhere except home. My daddy was home and when I ran through the door crying he asked me what was wrong. I lied and told him that my period had come early and that the scent of onion from the Mexicans ladies house across the street had my eyes tearing up.

I don’t think he bought it though.

Not that I cared, I locked my door and fell into my  comforters.

Life truly sucked.

And Ashley wants to help but I don’t feel like talking about it. I think she’s taken camp outside my door, after I refused to let her in I heard her back press against the wood and heard her sigh. She’s being a good sister, a very good sister lately.

Surprising.

It would be a nice surprise if I wasn’t so hell bent on ostracizing myself from the world right now. It’s been nearly eight hours since I saw Jared this morning, but the words are still floating around my head as if he told me a few minutes ago.

I just can’t fathom how boys can be so cruel, I mean I know girls can be too…but you catch the guys being the cruelest.

And I just had to meet a rotten pair.

It was all so real to me, my sophomore year I mean when he came to me. When he asked me what my name was in the library as I sat by myself…the way he bothered me until I spoke to him…every…single….day.

And then I graduated to saying hi to him and he would speak back and smile like I had done him the hugest favor. And the poems, he sent me one first and then I followed suit because I thought that’s what I was supposed to do. I didn’t think anything was wrong with it, in fact I was ecstatic that he had even looked at me. Jared…looking at me? Ashanti? God it was amazing.

Then that one night at his party, he took it there. He found a spot where no one could see us, grasped my hand and lead me to the tree in the shadows. Not too far away his mini van hummed gently, D’Angelou crooned. It was so different from the music inside his house, soft, gentle, relaxing. He pressed my back against the bark and let his hand glide up under my shirt and I let him…because it felt good.

His full and plump lips pressed against mines and I let him in, he filled me with euphoria and I allowed him to touch me where he pleased. The kissing escalated, from slow and gentle to rough and fierce and before long he was leading me to his van and we laughed, drunk off dry kisses, spiked punch and the early morning and late night we laughed.

In his van the air smelled like sweat, sweet cinnamon scented sweat and oil. My back hit the rough flooring of the space in the rear end of the van, wide enough for someone to spread out if they wanted to. Eager to touch Jared laughed and straddled my waist with his knees on either side, I didn’t know what I was doing, but whatever it was I didn’t want to stop it. He bent forward and kissed my forehead and trailed down until he made his way to my collarbone, by then I was ready.

Or I thought I was ready.

But the sound of the car door creaking open and the rhythm of the van rocking from side to side by the intruder pulled me out of my daze and Jared out of his groove. He looked away from my face and shouted at the intruder, “What the fuck man?”

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