Skinny

Meeting The Parents & 2nd Date With Skylar

Chapter Forty-Four:

It felt weird with Marco sitting next to me in our living room as we sat across from my mom, dad, and Alex. Ashton went to the carnival with Sara. We sat there as my dad shot question after question at Marco, trying to find out all about him. He's the middle of three boys, still has both parents, who are still happily married. He wants to becomes a lawyer, like his dad, and he plans on getting married and having two kids and a dog, in the future when he's done with school. After the interrogation was over, I walked him to the door and stood on the porch, pulling the door shut behind me. I leaned up to kiss him and it took a turn from innocent to passionate, yet again. Someone flicked the porch light on and off from inside and we broke apart.

"Well, this was fun," Marco said, with a smirk. "I''ll call you later."

"Okay, bye, prom date," I said, as he walked to his car. He turned and smiled, giving me a thumbs up and practically skipping the rest of the way to his car. Goofball!

I went inside the house to an upset Alex. Not how I wanted to end a great night. I walked past him and went up to my room. He, of course, followed me. I walked into my room, not bothering to shut the door on him. I checked the time and it was already close to midnight. I went over to my closet to find some pajamas, but all my comfy ones were dirty. I need to wash clothes again. I settled for a silk nightie and changed in my closet. I came out to an empty room. I guess he hadn't followed me. I shut my door and went to bed.

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The next morning, I was so comfortable I didn't want to get up, but something kept jabbing me in the back near my rear. I tried to get up, but an arm was wrapped around me plunged into the top off my nightie, groping my breast. I pinched the arm and heard an 'ow' before I heard the thump of a body hitting the floor.

"What the hell, Rave?" Alex's head popped up to look over the side of the bed at me.

"This is my room. Shouldn't I be the one asking that?" Why was he in my bed? Was it because he was jealous of seeing me with Marco? This boy has lost his freaking mind.

"I just felt like sleeping in here with you," he said.

"That wasn't all you were feeling, pervert!" I said. He blushed.

"We used to sleep together and there was no problem before," he defended.

"We were young, then, and I didn't have boobs that you could fondle." I covered my chest. Man, my boobs feel big.

"Well, I didn't mean for that to happen." He blushed and stood. He was only in boxer briefs. What the hell?

"You were in my bed with nothing but underwear? Get out, Alex," I said and pointed to my door. I didn't want to even consider going there with him. I wasn't up for his games. He cracked open the door and checked to see if the coast was clear, and then left the room. I let out a sigh of relief. Then, Ashton opened my door with a big, stupid grin on his face.

"No," I said, knowing what that smile meant. "We didn't do anything. Well, I didn't."

"What did he do?" He asked, concern now coated his features.

"He was groping my chest in my sleep, that creep. I went to sleep alone and I expected to wake up the same way, not be sexually harassed in my slumber." I still couldn't believe he went there.

"He's just lonely, is all. I'll find him a girl and then he'll leave you alone. Sound good?" Ashton asked with his arm on my shoulders.

"The best freaking thing I've heard all day," I said with a smile.