Billie Jean [h.s]

15

"Good night, Billie Jean." I heard mama call as her feet slid down the hall way to her room.

"Night mama." I answer to her as I laid there on my bed. My curls finally drying from a wash and my hot pants creeping up my bum ready to give me trouble.

The small cotton tank top hugged my chest and my clog styled platforms laced my feet. It was almost ten and my family has finally hustled to their rooms.

I haven't stopped thinking of my daisy friend since our small walk to the corner store.

I waited a few moments listening to my daddy and mama laugh for a few then hearing the shutting of their door.

I slowly creeped around my bed to my bedroom door and gently pulling it back.

Suddenly the feeling of butterflies swarmed my stomach and my heart began to race non stop. My fingers fidgeting with the door knob.

Contemplating if I wanted to leave or not. Last time I got caught. I didn't know if I wanted to risk it this again.

What if Tony catches me and bitch me out? Gosh, was this what I was really wanting?

I swallowed uneasily and shut my eyes trying to level my breathing.

I'll just go out for thirty and then swing back home like no one noticed me.

"Come on, let me give you the skinney, if you risk it for me. We'll have the best time ever."

I could hear Harry's voice twirling through my ears and I smiled. Best time ever I suppose.

I bit down on my lip and gently slipped my shoes from my feet, I picked them up and hung them like a hanger on to my fingers.

I slightly slid out my room gently squeezing my bedroom door shut, twisting the knob and pulling it through the opening. After the door made it through the frame, I slightly twist the knob to release. Hearing the small clicking, indicating that it's fully shut.

I let my breath release knowing that I completed the first step.

My foot took a step forward quietly, I stared down at the ground noticing the pressed floor seeing the gently used shag carpet imprinted with foot steps.

I simply avoided those knowing once my foot take a step on its used cloths that it would squeak loudly.

I passed my brothers shut door only to hear a small squeaking. I shockingly paused.

Hold up.

I took steps back to his door hearing the squeaking increase slightly and as my ear laid on the door I heard a gentle panting and moaning coming through the doors.

My eyes widen covering my mouth feeling my dinner rush from my stomach.

This casanova was doing the nasty in our house! I knew he wasn't a virgin. Mama and daddy yelling at me to stay away from boys, but they should be yelling at Tony to stay away from girls!

I'm still innocent!

"you nasty dog." I whisper to myself pulling my head from the door and creeping down the stairs.

Once making it passed the staircase, I wiggled my way to the back door knowing mama never locks it.

I quietly pull the door open and rush out. I dropped my shoes to the ground, slipping them on and rushing through the back and to the front.

It was close to ten and I was determined to make it to the corner on time.

Once reaching the sidewalk my platforms smacked the crunchy concrete in a rush.

My eyesight caught a black Porsche sitting at the corner, it seemingly blinded in with the shadows

My smile widen. Could it be him? My daisy friend.

My heartbeat raced as I quickened my steps getting closer to the car seeing a curly head boy in the front seat staring in my direction. The passenger window down.

I pulled the door handle open dropping in the open seat.

Harry's face lit up. "You came." I breathed letting the nerves go.

"Of course I did, sunshine."

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