Hearing the soft sounds coming from my phone, I shook myself awake from my light slumber. I stripped off my pajamas and stood in my outfit that I had gotten at Victoria Secret. While I was combing through my thick, dark hair, I heard the sound which was the sole reason I had woken up at one thirty. Rocks being thrown at my window by the one and only Anthony Robert Adcock. I hurriedly opened up the window thankful my room was on hill.
"Ant, shush! Tessa could hear you!" I warned him when he climbed himself inside. "Francesca, calm your tits down girlfriend," he joked, "no one will hear us. Or you if we're being specific here." He winked at me.
I sat down on my bed, suddenly feeling melancholy. Anthony came and sat beside me. I leaned into his chest and he started stroking my hair. "What's wrong Francesca?" He asked, concern laced in his voice.
“Why do I even do this for you,” I pointed at the clock and my outfit, “when you don’t even like me?” Anthony sat on my bed, his hands still latched to mine, but all he did was stare at me. It was starting to make me feel uncomfortable. Did he not have a good enough answer for me?
After what felt like a lifetime, he answered my question. “Why do you say that Francesca? I walked all the way to your house, which believe me, feels a lot more than what Maps said. I buy you presents, I call you beautiful, and I just don’t know what else to do to make you happy.”
“Why can’t we be a couple? Why can’t you call me beautiful in public or around your friends? Why do I have to be secretive about when I wear your presents because if someone asks me where I got it, I would have to lie? I hate this feeling Ant. And you know this. I'm tired of being a secret." Anthony sighed loudly, "Fran, how many times do I have to tell you this? It's because I like you so much that we have to continue the way we are. All of my other relationships went fine until we made it public, then everything went sour. I just don't trust it. I don't want to chance it with you. I want to be with you and only you babe."
I wanted to talk more about this, to really understand his point of view because I did get that he'd had bad break-ups before me. But I also wanted him to get me, to get the reason I felt the way I did. We didn't talk anymore about the matter at hand though, at least for that night.
His hands found my waist and his lips found mine. And that was the end of that conversation. Anthony knew I couldn't concentrate on anything when his lips went moving against mine and his cold hands were traveling my quivering body. We laid down on my double bed and it let out the loudest squeak of its life.
I tried detacting my lips from his, but he murmured a quiet no. Nobody heard that he was probably thinking. But he didn't know how much of a light sleeper my older sister Tessa was. She most definitely heard that and Anthony needed to go hide somewehere, anywhere!
"Go Ant, go hide somewhere! Tessa will find you!"
I pushed him off my bed and he still dazed, crawled under it. I heard footsteps getting louder and it was only seconds when I knew Tessa would be standing in my room on, her hair in a mess. Tessa turned the lights on as soon as she walked in, nearly blinding me.
"I heard something Franny." I hated that nickname. It made me feel old, like a grandmother.
"Yeah, I can't sleep Theresa." She hated her full name.
"It was a loud squeak, your weight couldn't have produced such a loud noise Fran."
"Tessa, I'm trying to sleep. Does it matter if I'm bouncing around or staying still? No, so leave me alone."
She opened her mouth for another comeback, but I guess she thought better of it and shut the door. As soon as Anthony heard the click of the door and the lights turned off, he climbed into bed with me.
"Took long enough. She's a bit-"
I put my fingers up to his mouth, "Only I'm allowed to call her that."
He winked at me, "You know I like when you take charge." I hissed slightly when he slowly grinded his hips against mine. That's when I pulled the covers over us and then Anthony was the only thing on my mind.
That's what our nights consisted of, teasing and tempting, but nothing more. I think it was my subconcious mind telling me that if he couldn't acknowledge me in public, he couldn't sleep with me. He never got angry with me when I moved his hands or shook my head. He realized that I needed at least some kind of commitment. Something he wouldn't give me the three years we snuck around. He always left around five, going out my window just like how he entered. With sleep in his facial features, he gave me a quick kiss on my forehead and a wave goodbye. The next twelve hours I wouldn't get any of that. He'd go back to simply ignoring me in school. But I was used to it by now, it didn't bother me like it used to.
Getting ready for school was hard after having such a nice night with Anthony. Brushing my hair and my teeth, I kept remembering the way his kisses made my skin burn and my heart race. Walking into the car with Tessa, I remembered the way he'd run his fingers gently down my face telling me how he was so glad he'd met me.
"What's on your mind Fran?" Tessa asked her eyes never leaving the road.
"Nothing much, just a little stressed about tests and such." I lied.
"I didn't think you smiled when you were stressed out," she commented, but then we dropped the subject.
I knew she cared about me, but why did she choose the worst moments to do so? We didn't usually get along, we just tolerated each other's existance. We were just so different. I was laid back, while she was high maintanance. She was a prissy, girly girl and I was more of a Tom boy. She was always in the middle of drama and I stayed the heck away from that kind of stuff.
Going to classes like I was a zombie, I hated this place. I hated the way I was ignored, but I knew if it was any other way, I'd hate that too. I didn't have many friends, especially of the female type. I was just too different for them to really connect with me.
"Hey, watc-" I heard but then slammed into someone. I fell backwards into the lockers hitting my head.
The boy was probably twice my height... And weight. He was huge and his meaty hands were balled into fists.
"I said watch out!" He growled, slinking closer to a shaking me. Would he really hit me?
"Hey, Peter, dude! The girl didn't mean to run into you! Don't hit her man, that's just plain wrong." My savior. My Ant. Anthony was one of the most popular guys at my school, so Peter just looked evily at me and walked away listening to Anthony's advice.
He walked over to me alone. I was so shocked, I looked around me to make sure he was accidently walking in the wrng direction.
He laughed when he finally got to me, "I'm coming to see if you're okay silly Franny." He joked. "Oh... I'm okay. Never been better!" I rambled on, quite nervous at this display of public communcations.
"Perfect!" He said, tucking my hair behind my ears. Then he left, catching up with his buds.
And that was one of the few times he talked to me during school.
He went off the college that summer, leaving me still stuck in High School. We decided to end whatever we had, it was for the best anyway. He was going across the Unites States, over two thousand miles if I wanted to see him. It was just too much and he never acted like he wanted to make us a thing, so I didn't see the reason why we couldn't see other people. Not that no one wanted to date me, but I knew he'd meet some beautiful, busty blonde in college. It was okay, I was okay with this decision. But before he left, he made me a promise bracelet. He said if by the time I was out of college and neither of us were committed to anyone, he'd want to be mine. And I'd be his. Little did we know, the next time we'd see each other would be too soon.
