A beautiful green eyed-blonde eyed the massive bed.
"This is wrong."
The boy she was with wrapped his arms around her. "Yes, it is. But it's so right, too."
She smirked and gave him a little kiss. Full of passion and lust. They wanted each other. They deserved each other.
His blonde hair shook around her face, brown eyes full of his feelings.
And at once they were released.
He pulled her on to him, kissing her full force. Her lips tingled as she wrapped her legs around him, heart beating through her shirt. Their breathes became ragged and short, hearts beating together as one.
Their bodies molded together. Her muscular one, his muscular one. They were both toned from soccer, although she was much skinnier than him.
Beat.
Beat.
Beat.
Molded as one. Together. Pulses racing, eyes closed, emotions flashing, they couldn't control their feelings. Each one was exciting. Yet there was another feeling there.
Lurking and watching in the back of their minds. It was Guilt.
The Guilt that would consume them after it was all over.
The Guilt that would make them fear each other.
Fear their friends.
Fear for their sanity.
It would claw at the edges of their minds. Start to destroy them.
But for now, it was hidden. Guilt would wait till it was all over.
Till it could break free of the boundaries that bound their heads into doing this.
The clock showed 3 in the morning. After the game, after the party, after the hugs and kisses last night. They had fallen together, last ones to leave. And yet, they never had left, for the party was still going on. In their heads. They were together, they were happy, they were excited. The party was in full swing.
Nobody knew. The girl had left her bag inside. The boy had left his jacket. And everybody else had just left. When they emerged, their eyes connected. It was as if something had wanted this to happen. Or someone. Or maybe two someone's, their lust consuming them. Knowing they wanted each other. The magnetic force drew them in to each other. First it was awkward. Then, they could barely make it to the car. He could not drive, for she was wrapped around him. She had to control herself. Someone could find out. Someone could hurt them. They could hurt themselves.
They were already.
"What about Mass-" she breathed, kissing his cheeks.
"She doesn't matter, Kristen." he smiled, pulling at her top. The girl agreed silently. Massie was her best friend. Derrick was her boyfriend. Her feelings held back when they were together. But as the brunette left the party with everyone else, the walls broke down. Bam. Bam. Bam.
A shoe. One green Converse. Laying out by the front door. It was the only sign of what was going on inside. If you were to look inside the room, you would notice nothing wrong. Boy's shirts lined the floor. A piece of fabric, in the corner. You'd think it was a skirt, but in the dark you couldn't tell. Besides, what was a skirt doing lying in a boys room? Another pair of shorts. Boxers. A bra, but that must have been left behind from his girlfriend. And so nothing was wrong, so you would withdraw your head, go downstairs, and perhaps watch TV.
But inside their heads, it was raging. Emotions bashed into another. Happiness into lust into love into passion into friendship into betrayal. But Guilt lurked there. Out of the way. Unknown. For the moment.
They fell onto the bed. Pulling at the clothes. It had taken to long. They needed to be off. Forecful kisses. Thoughts, drifting about. No words spoken. Each one knowning that they were meant to be together. That Massie and Griffin would be long gone by the time that this was over. Nobody would find out. It would be a secret between each of them. After, they'd call their significant other. Let them know that they were over. And then be together, the two of them, at last. No guilt, no hardships, they'd understand. They would have to.
The eightteen year old gripped the girls arms, and she kissed his chest all over. He felt his blood boiling. It needed to happen.
And it did. The condom came on.
The clock read 11:50 by the time she left his house. Hair messed, his shirt on, his sweats, his green converes which she mistook for his. The girls would never find out.
And he lay there, in his bed, staring at the clock. 11:51. 11:52. 11:53. 11:54. 11:55. 11:56. 11:57. 11:58.
His phone went off. She always called around noon.
"Hey, Harrington!" Her giggle.
"Hi, honey."
"Can you meet me? I want to see a movie with you." Her voice was so full. She didn't know what they had done.
"Sure, I want to see you, too" He lied. All Derrick wanted to do was lie in bed with Kristen for years.
"Good. Pick me up in 10 minutes." She laughed again and hung up.
And that's when Guilt appears.
The blonde girl was still walking towards her house when her cell phone rang.
"Hey Kristen!" a shout came through.
"Oh hey."
"How are you?"
"Good."
"What did you do last night?"
"Umm..."
"Because you didn't come to the sleep over last night." Oh. God. The sleepover. She'd forgotten.
"Um. I was sick."
"You sound like crap."
"Thanks, Claire."
"Anyways, Massie says hi. I'm over at her house right know. She's going out with Derrick in a few minutes. She's smiling so hard. She really loves him."
The phone drops. Shatters on the pavement.
And that's when Guilt appears.
