inspired by Pretty in Pink
"I've known you for four years and you treat me like shit, what's the problem with that?"
Steff and I had been in love for a while now.
"You're a fucking asshole Steff who can't keep his dirty hands off other girls, that's the damn problem!"
We danced around town together hand in hand buying each other things just because we could and we wanted to and not even glancing at another person around us.
"I knew this was a mistake. This romantic shit you pull Y/N you see it gets old fast and so annoying. You know I've been out with a lot of girls at this school. I don't see what makes you so different."
He was so generous and kind but in a way that was flattering and not mocking since he obviously had more money than I did. He was a true gentleman behind closed doors.
"This is very uncool of you Steff, aren't you worried what your disciples will think?"
His friends were very welcoming to me, accepting me into their lives with open arms as if this was a natural adjustment to life. Steff may have been a cool guy with a big name in school but to me, he was different and showed me who he truly was.
"I told you before, this is the game baby. This is what we gotta do to survive in this dump and good luck to you surviving it without my friends to back you up."
I never felt alone with Steff and instead of making me beg him fr the things I wanted and vice versa, he gave me these things because he wanted to not because he nad to. Steff really invented the rule of never stop showing the person you love how much they mean to you, making each day better and more surprising and my efforts were same.
"If me being alone means I'll never have to look at you again or hear your stupid voice, consider me the loneliest girl in Meadowbrook!"
He puts a cigarette in his mouth, sunglasses sitting on his nose as if to hide from the crowds of cliques watching as if this was the latest scoop. Their mouths were open and some of them were even writing down some things so they could pass it onto their buddies and look like the coolest cats in school. It was lame how much people cared about other people's business.
"You're a bitch. I'm glad our parents have already arranged marriages for us so I'll never have to go near you."
He walks away and suddenly things just get a little easier.
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I manage to get away from my girlfriend's arm rubs and anecdotal reassurances which were more about them getting over their 5-month-old break up instead of resolving my own. My head was hurting from all the attention so I left, claiming that I needed time to myself to think and that we'd have a girls night sooner or later.
I spot the red Porsche parked ahead waiting for me with dimmed inconspicuous lights and I slide in with a sigh. I close the door and sink into the comfy seats blacker than the Tromsø skies.
"Those fools."
I smile eyes still closed from my blissful daydreams and roll onto my side, facing the driver finally with my loving gaze.
"Ain't that the truth baby."
Steff sits in the driver's seat of the car, sunglasses pushing his glamorous hair out of his face plastered with victory and triumph. There was nothing Steff liked more than being above his classmates, something he grew up with and now we were out of the public eye and free to live our lives the way we wanted.
It was the best feeling on earth.
He taps on the steering wheel in satisfaction, a little grin on his face that wouldn't ipe away if you taped it back. He flicked his blonde locks out of his eye and looks over at me lying in the seat of his car. He leans over, capturing my lips in a long kiss quickly in case this moment of true paradise lasted for only another few seconds.
It didn't, the taste of cigarettes and joy spread more as we loved for longer almost sobbing into the tantalising touch of his lips and tongue since I never thought this day would come. Call me pessimistic but we were both fairly successful people so far in life and normally what you were born with was it. That was the life you were given and that's the legacy you had to continue no ifs ands or buts.
The fact that we were the exception proves the strength of our relationship and this wasn't all for nothing.
"Hmm what to do know we're free," I think, pulling myself away from him in case I missed class the next day from being so addicted to how it feels to touch him.
He leaned back into driving position, pretending to think with a plan wedged into his mind that I was itching to see. It was such an itch it made my legs bounce in anticipation and childlike glee invade my character like it was injected into me.
"I think," he places his hand on my thigh where my hand occupied and tangled our fingers together "We should have a little joyride, shack up under the stars somewhere for the night."
He squeezed my hands, looking at me only since there was nothing to be nervous about anymore.
"Does this particular shack have a good rating? Is it a five-star shack? I could not possibly be seen in such an accommodation!"
"Oh I can assure you miss that previous reviews have proved to be quite satisfactory," he smirks while gazing lowly at me through his brow bone almost, kissing my hand and moving on as if he hadn't expected my heart to race in excitement and adrenaline mix into that anticipation from earlier.
He revs the roaring engine and we drifted off together, even if it was just for the night. We got a taste of the future and how what you did, what you knew and who you knew had absolutely nothing to do with our plans together.
And, absolutely no one could ever change that.
