Kissing pink

CHAPTER 2

"That was nice." Stacy mumbled as I took my head out of her skirt. "What did it taste like?"

"Gross, don't fucking ask me that."

"What's going on with you?" She asked with a little bit of irritation creeping into her regular tone.

You.

"Nothing, I'm just stressed." I lied.

She leaned in and put both of her hands on my shoulders, leaning me against the car window.
Her lips brushed my cheek and rested on my neck.

"You don't kiss like you used too." She whispered as she began to kiss my throat.

I clenched my fist, trying to think my way out of her touching me. She lifted my shirt and pushed her hand into my bra.

"How did you get the keys?" I blurted out.

"You don't have to worry about that." She said clenching her fingers on my nipples.

I struggled to breathe as she started to suck on my neck.

Don't moan. Don't motherfucking moan.

She pulled my zipper down and slowly slid her fingers into me as her suck became less tender.

"Stop!" She pulled away from me immediately. "I don't wanna do this anymore!"

"Do what anymore?" She asked confused.

"You and Steve, I'm fucking tired of this shit."

"It was your idea!" She said angrily.

"Well, sorry I fucked up!" I screamed back.

I hopped our of the car and ran back down the street to my house.

***

"Drop me off here Mom." I said.

"You're schools way in front Ang-"

"Don't fucking call me that." I said holding back my anger.

I grabbed the handle and shot out the door.

"I love you Sam." My mom said through the window.

I just kept walking.

The bus drove past me. A bunch of squealing retards hopped out as the bus pulled over. I spotted Stacy's blond hair bouncing up and down as she got off the bus, and I pushed myself between some random kids who came out of there with her.

"No hoodies on in school!" A teacher in the hall said as I half - ran into the school.

I swooped it off my head as I sped down to my  locker opened it and dipped my head in.

"Someone's in a hurry." Steve said beside me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked angrily.

"I go to school here too." He said trying to make eye contact with me.

I ignored him.

He touched my back and I shrugged him off still avoiding eye contact.

"I don't want to do this anymore." I muttered. "Didn't Stacy tell you?"

He sighed. "You say that, but then in a week you crawl back to us to get you drugs. "

"I'm serious, I hate you and her!"

"Yeah whatever, my house tonight." He said walking away.

***
I left school after third period. Only because I have two annoying ass friends that I'm avoiding. I was in my room, air buds in and staring at the ceiling.

My mom would get home anytime now. Then I would leave to see Steve so we could leave.

I heard a car pull into the driveway and immediately pushed my backpack under my bed and hopped out of the window.

***
I didn't even have to knock. He already opened the door.

"Are your parents home?" I asked as we walked into his perfectly furnished home.

"No, bitch." He replied without turning back.

We rushed up the stairs and locked  his bedroom door behind us once we got in.

He pulled out a ziploc bag from his drawer and shook its greenish - grey contents in my face.

"Who puts weed in a ziploc?"

"What the fuck else am I supposed to put it in?"

"Your motherfucking pocket." I replied nonchalantly.

"You're definitely high already." He said as he looked for rolling paper.

"Where did you get that from anyway?" I chimed in after a couple moments of silence.

"The Walter dude." He mumbled.

"So, why am I here?"

"Stacy's on the way."

I covered my face with disappointment.

I can't fucking do this.

He looked at me again and puffed out more smoke. "Stop over reacting, no ones tryna kill you."

"I hate her."

He sighed. "Why? Because she likes you?"

"She pisses me off."

"Mhmm, and then you make out in her uncle's car."

I kicked the carpet and shut up. Not sure how to defend myself.