Okay, so this is my first story and I'm so excited! It's an idea that struck me like lightening and I wrote down a plot in like 30 minutes. It may be a little cliché, but I guarantee that it won't suck. Too much. Oh great, now I sucker punched my self-esteem D: . Just kidding, I've got more ego than Kanye West ... just kidding. Anyways it's not going to be a long story. Probably under 20 chapters or maybe less. You never know. Stories have minds of their owns.
Reviews & CONSTRUCTIVE criticism are love.
Enjoy.
BTW, the italicized text below me is a fragment of a flashback. You will see this in every chapter and that's all I'll say before I end up spoiling the whole thing. D: I do that sometimes.
Black eyes hesitated as they gazed curiously into familiar, yet unfamiliar teal. Time didn't freeze, but the owner of the black eye's heart did. The black eyes travelled southern and made its final stop at pierced lips. Said lips began to curl into a smirk...
Rewind, Fast-Forward, Play : Another Bone in the Closet.
Gwen didn't want to open her eyes. She knew that if she did she would be forced to come to terms with what and who she had done last night. A quiet groan escaped her parted lips as the memory of last night played before her mind.
She wished she had a rewind button because, yes, she regretted it. She couldn't remember anything about the guy besides the fact that he had the most gorgeous teal eyes and a pierced lip that felt wonderful against her heated skin.
Gwen shivered at that thought before quickly chastising herself for thinking in that way. He was a total stranger that she met at the party and after drinking one too many they must have found an empty room.
She was amazed that someone had had sex with her. It wasn't a happy amazed, but a numb amazed. She almost wanted to laugh bitterly. Through her 4 years of high school (she was now a senior, thank god) she was more or less dubbed as the outcast, the loser, and she accepted it because after years of being called derogatory names, she grew a tough layer of skin.
Though sometimes the words cut so deep that it felt as if that same skin would finally give way, leaving her exposed.
She closed her eyes tighter, water collecting under her lids.
Damn it.
Now was not the time.
She needed to see who the guy was.
Gwen bit her swollen lip before cracking one eye open slowly. The light burned her eyes and made her head begin to ache, but she needed to see what he looked like. It took a moment, but once her eyes adjusted to the sunlit room she slowly craned her neck to stare at the steadily breathing body behind her.
The sheets barely covered him, but it successfully concealed his parts. His chest was exposed and had the faint outline of abs so he wasn't too muscular, but he didn't look weak either. His green Mohawk and multiple face piercings made sure of that.
Oh fuck.
She was so screwed, literally.
This was the Duncan. The guy she won't admit to herself that she stalks on Facebook. The guy that she was attracted to like bees on honey because he was in a band, he listened to her kind of music, he had piercings, and was a bonafide bad ass because he'd been to Juvie more than once. Not that that's something to be proud of, but still she liked that very much. Bad boys are a turn-on.
Unfortunately, though, Courtney is his girlfriend. She is one of the factors that had made Gwen's life anything but pleasant. Gwen had never done anything to provoke Courtney, or any other people who ridiculed her, but it never seemed to matter. They'd find ways.
A deep frown settled on Gwen's face as she pushed back the sheets and sort of rolled out of the bed that wasn't hers. Which brought her to her next questions:
Whose room is this?
What time is it?
She didn't have time to ponder because she really needed to get out of here before Duncan woke up and saw her. He'd recognize her immediately and who knows what would ensue. Gwen didn't want any negative confrontations. She just wanted to put this whole mess behind her and forget that this had ever happened.
This would just be another bone to throw in the closet.
First, she needed to find all her clothes and judging from the state of the room it'd take awhile..
When all her clothes were hunted down (her underwear had taken the longest to find, it was spinning around on the ceiling fan) and placed back on her body, she took a moment to glance back at the sleeping Duncan. She had the urge to crawl back in bed with him and curl into his side, but at the moment the most logical thing was to run away. Though she was too tired and sick to care even if it wasn't. Her head hurt and all she wanted to do was to lie down and forget that the world for a few hours.
Well, that is if her mother didn't kill her for coming in thousands of hours after curfew. Gwen visibly winced, imagining the scolding of a lifetime she was about to get. Just as her hand gripped the brass doorknob, a hoarse voice spoke,
"Wait."
