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Eli had dropped Clare and I back at her house after our meal was done.
We now sat on her bed watching Fight Club, a surprising pick on her part, but I wasn't complaining.
We talked lightly about our lives; I of course was fabricating nearly every detail of mine.
But Clare was surprising me.
It seemed like her new boyfriend had affected her in a good way, and it was likely that we could actually become pretty close.
"So…" I said slowly as I watched Brad Pitt slowly move across the screen, "What exactly happened with that Fitz guy?"
"Oh," was all Clare had to say after several long moments of silence.
I looked at her expectantly and she gave in.
"Well he started picking on Eli and our friend Adam early on last school year. Eli fought back, ensuing a full out battle between them. It got pretty serious… And at a dance in the middle of the year he brought a knife and went after Eli. He didn't hurt him, but it was the scariest thing I've ever gone through. I thought… I thought Eli was gone for sure."
She shuddered, shaking her head at the thought.
"He got arrested that night, and he was supposed to be away for a pretty long time. I guess not, though…"
"Huh," I said, nodding my head. "He sounds absolutely awful."
She nodded and I pulled her into a hug.
If awful meant fascinating, I wouldn't have been lying one bit.
"Well I'm going to go to bed," I said after faking a yawn and standing up. "But I'll see you in the morning, Clare."
"Night, Sloane," she called after me.
I walked into my new room and closed the door behind me.
I pulled on a pair of turquoise 1980's style basketball shorts with white stripes down the sides and left my old band shirt on.
I fell to my bed and tried to fall asleep, but I was too restless.
Things here were so different.
I needed the excitement of my old fucked up life.
I preferred it that way.
Things needed to be shaken up a bit around here.
After lying in bed for nearly an hour, I slowly crawled out.
I tiptoed out of my room, walking to Clare's door.
I listened and all I heard was her even breathing.
After checking on Clare, I went to Helen's room to listen there.
She was sound asleep as well.
I walked quietly down the stairs and checked the clock on the wall.
It was fifteen after midnight.
Without taking anything with me, I walked out the front door and closed it softly behind me.
I had just planned on taking a simple walk.
I often took late night walks when I was restless.
Walking slowly, not caring where I was going, I wandered out of the neighborhood.
I crossed my arms over my chest, not clothed nearly enough for the chilly night.
Stumbling upon a park near a heavily wooded area, I heard faint voices and music.
I was curious and excited.
As I neared the trees, the noises grew louder.
And as I approached even closer, there were dim lights.
I stumbled through the trees, tripping on the roots and bumping my arms on stray branches.
Finally, there was a small clearing where I saw a group of people, all about my age, drinking and smoking and partying and it made my heart beat rapidly in my chest.
This was my kind of scene.
I walked slowly out of the darkness to get closer and to find out what this place was.
A flushed couple exited a parked van as another pushed past to get inside.
Guys gathered around each other chugging beer and yelling loud, slurred comments.
"Hey, pretty lady. What're the likes of you doing here?" a large, loud-mouthed boy slurred as he stumbled next to me.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and leaned against me, causing me to stumble under his weight.
"What exactly is here?" I asked, looking up at him with a raised brow.
"Not your kind of scene, that's for sure," he commented, his eyes slowly lingering as they fell over my body.
I just rolled my eyes.
"What makes you so sure of that?" I asked, shrugging his arm off of me and taking a beer from a nearby cooler.
"Tough girl, huh?" he was eyeing me with a stupid grin on his face, "I like 'em feisty."
"I'm sure you do," I mumbled, walking a little further into the clearing.
The boy continued talking to me, but I only paid him partial attention.
After about fifteen minutes had gone by, the van door swung open and as I turned my head to look, who came out but the boy from the Dot.
Fitz.
He was with the trashy brunette, who twirled her hair next to him after exiting the van.
"Fitzy boy!" the guy beside me yelled.
Fitz rolled his eyes but walked over to where we sat.
I tugged at my lower lip with my teeth as he came near.
He excited me in a way not many people could.
"Owen," he said with a small nod, sitting on the ground in front of us and lighting a cigarette.
I didn't speak at first, just listened as the boys talked about Fitz getting locked up and how he had gotten out early for good behavior.
"You," he suddenly snapped at me, causing me to raise a brow. "You were with Emo Boy and St. Clare earlier."
I just nodded, keeping my brow cocked at him.
"What the hell brings you to the Ravine?" he asked as he narrowed his eyes.
"I just sort of found it, I guess," I said with a shrug, sounding entirely nonchalant.
"Decided to leave your little friends behind? How'd you pick up those little treasures anyway?" There was a tinge of disgust in his voice.
"Clare's my cousin," I said dryly.
"Unfortunate," he snapped back.
I just shrugged, resting my elbows on my knees.
I shivered a bit, eyeing the cigarette that burned between his fingers.
"Can I bum one?" I asked, nodding my head to his hand.
"What makes you think I'd give you my last cigarette?" he asked with a dark smirk.
I shot him an expectant look and our eyes locked for a moment.
Suddenly, he pulled the carton out of his jacket pocket and handed me the last of its contents as well as a lighter.
I lit up and took a good, hard, long drag.
I handed him back the lighter.
"Let's go for a walk," he said as he got to his feet.
"What makes you think I'd go on a walk with you?" I asked, mimicking his expression from earlier.
He chuckled and turned to the woods, "Come on, dollface."
I would never, ever admit it, but my heart fluttered as I stood to follow him.
We walked in silence for a few long moments, disappearing from the light and noise of the Ravine.
"So you're new here, huh?" he asked slowly, moving the cigarette to his lips to take a drag.
I did the same before answering, "Yeah."
"What brings you here?" he asked.
"My parents think I'm perfect," I said with a dark little chuckle.
"So they would send their perfect little angel away?" he asked, confused. "Explain."
"Well, my ex threatened me and it freaked them out. Because they think I'm perfect, they didn't think that I'd done anything to deserve it. Shows what little they know."
"What did you do, doll?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.
A chill ran down my spine.
"Well he cheated on me with my best friend. And I didn't take well to that. So I fucked his best friend, so he'd know how it felt, and I slashed his tires and ruined the paint job on his 'baby'."
"You don't fuck around with cheating," he said, whistling under his breath.
"When you're just keeping things casual, it's fine. But when you've been with someone for two fucking years, then no. I didn't waste all of that time for him."
A rush of sadness fell upon me.
There was something that I hadn't told him, nor had I told anyone. The real reason why I finally exploded and went crazy on Gray.
"Well he sounds like a douche," Fitz murmured, taking one last puff of his cigarette before flicking it away.
"Yeah, well fuck boyfriends. They're good for nothing." I shrugged,
"Girlfriends aren't good for shit either," he retorted.
"So that girl you were with at the Dot, and who got out of the van with you, isn't your girlfriend?" I asked looking up at him.
"Who, Bianca? Fuck no. But look who's been paying attention," he smirked down at me. "Nah, it's like you said. Keeping it casual."
I was glad it was dark because a faint pink rose to my pale cheeks at his comment about me noticing.
I nodded, "That's the way to do it."
His eyes hadn't left me, and I was suddenly very aware of his heavy gaze. He breathed a "Yeah."
The cigarette between my fingers was done after I took one last drag.
I dropped it and stopped walking to stomp it out.
Fitz stopped too, turning to face me.
I crossed my arms over my chest once more, feeling another chill.
Our eyes were locked in an intense stare.
Without so much as another word, Fitz's lips were on mine. He kissed me heatedly.
I kissed him back with just as much force, my fingers grasping his jacket and pulling him closer.
He leaned down and grabbed the back of my thighs, lifting me and pushing me forcefully against a tree.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and slid my hands up to his hair, tugging it and working my fingers through it.
He thrust his hips against mine, and I whimpered as I did the same to him.
His teeth tugged on my bottom lip and I grinded against him again, growing hot with desire as I felt the already hard bulge in his pants.
He held me with one arm, the other finding the hem of my shirt and lifting it.
His hand was hot against my flesh as it slowly worked its way up.
He groped my breast roughly for a while before taking my shirt in his hand and tugging it up.
I lifted my arms above my head for him to pull it off the rest of the way.
His eyes moved over every inch of my completely exposed torso; thinking I was about to go to bed before I left the house, I hadn't been wearing a bra.
His hand returned to my breast as I now found the material of his clothes.
I slid his jacket off of his shoulders and he slid his arms out of it one at a time, as to not drop me.
I then pulled his shirt up, and he had to set me back on my feet so I could lift it over his head.
It fell to the ground where his jacket and my shirt already lay.
He pulled me against him, our bare torsos pressed to one another.
I let my hand slide to his jeans and my thumb and index finger worked the button and zipper.
As I let them fall to the ground, his thumbs hooked in the waistband of my shorts and he pushed them down.
He pulled me to the ground with him, pushing me down on my back and leaning over me.
He slowly pulled my underwear down, his fingertips tracing the sides of my hips and legs.
I shivered at the feeling, biting my lip to hold back a moan.
He positioned himself between my legs and I pushed his boxers down to his knees.
There was a dark look in his eyes as they peered straight into mine. My breath hitched in my throat.
He bit his bottom lip as he suddenly thrust himself into me, immediately pumping himself in and out at a fast, steady pace.
My hips matched his movements and my nails dug into his back.
We fucked harder and harder by the minute. As he pushed himself inside of me, he managed to probe deeper each time.
I let out a long, strung out moan as my eyes closed tightly.
I'd had plenty of sex in the past, having been with Gray for two years and going a little crazy with promiscuity just after things ended with him.
But none of those times compared to this, not one bit.
He suddenly pulled out of me and I whimpered at the loss of the feeling he was giving me.
But before I had time to protest he pulled me up and lifted me once more.
He pushed himself inside of me, my legs returning to their spot around his waist as he pushed me up against the tree once more.
I dragged my nails down his back slowly, scratching him hard.
He groaned and his thrusts became wild and reckless and desperate.
I gasped, biting my lip to hold back the scream I felt form in my throat as he sent me that much closer to falling over the edge.
After just a few more thrusts I felt every muscle in my body contract before releasing, and I trembled against him as I rode out my orgasm.
His hand tangled in my hair as his eyes closed tight, and he too let himself go. His thrusts became slow and lazy as he finished.
As we caught our breath, he held me tightly against him.
After a few moments in the silence of the night, he gently set me back on my feet.
I pulled my clothes back on as he did the same, my eyes studying him before the fabric covered his body.
My body had a thin layer of sweat coating it, but now that I didn't have Fitz's hot body against me, the night air made me even colder than I had been earlier.
I shivered and crossed my arms just as Fitz had pulled his shirt over his head.
"You cold?" he asked with a raised brow.
I shrugged, "No, I'm fine." But my body language gave my lie away when I shivered again.
"Here, you're wearing practically nothing," he murmured as he walked behind me with his jacket. I held my arms back as he slid it up and over my shoulders.
"Thanks," I said softly, a faint smile appearing on my lips as I looked up at him.
He gave a little smirk of his own before turning back towards the Ravine.
I followed, walking closely beside him.
We didn't say anything, but it wasn't awkward. It was strangely comfortable.
No one seemed to have noticed that we had been gone, at first anyway.
Out of nowhere, the brunette Owen had called Bianca came out of nowhere.
"Where have you been?" she asked accusingly, pressing a long fingernail to Fitz's chest.
"Not here," he replied with a shrug, going to get a beer.
She stared after him, fuming. And suddenly she turned to me.
"Who do you think you are, bitch?" she snapped, eyeing me with disgust.
I raised my brows and crossed my arms over my chest, staring at her incredulously.
"Who wants to know?" I asked calmly but with my own tone of harshness.
"His girlfriend is who would like to know, you trashy, piece of shit cunt," she whispered, her face inches from mine. Her voice was soft enough that Fitz couldn't hear, intentionally I'm sure.
"Really, now? Girlfriend?" I laughed softly, "That's not what he said when we were-"
"Jesus fucking Christ, Bianca. Give it up," Fitz grunted from behind her.
She screamed dramatically before storming off in an angry huff.
"So, not your girlfriend, huh?" I asked, glancing up at him with a playful smirk.
"Fuck no. If I had a death wish, maybe. That bitch is too crazy for me."
I laughed as I turned in the direction of which I'd arrived.
"Where are you going, doll?" he asked, and I heard him following a few steps behind me.
"Back to where I came from," I called, stopping and turning my head and looking at him.
"Hey, you never told me your name," he said suddenly, stopping just a few feet behind me.
I thought back and realized he was right. "Huh, guess it must have slipped my mind."
I smirked at him mischievously before disappearing into the woods once more.
I found my way back to the house and realized there was a very easily accessible tree right between my window and Clare's.
I smirked, realizing how easy it would be to sneak out from now on.
Slowly climbing up, I sat on an extended limb and pushed open the window before crawling inside.
Once in bed, I realized I was still wearing Fitz's jacket.
I smiled, thinking back on the night's events.
This town would definitely be an interesting change of pace.