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We end up in his truck, hidden away in a back lot. The car filled with smoke, making the atmosphere hazy and laid back.
I'm sitting crisscrossed, my legs up on the seat and my back resting against the door so I can completely face him and he has the driver's seat reclined back as far as it can go, and is laid on his side looking at me.
When we'd first got in, he'd pulled out a thick, decent sized blunt. He offers greens to me; even though I insist who ever rolls it should be first in rotation. He persists though, his chivalry winning out.
"How sweet of you, baby boy" I stress the nickname I had heard his friends call him as I strike the lighter and hit the spliff, inhaling deep into my lungs and holding it there.
"Ahh, don't call me that" He's good natured about it, but I can tell he doesn't like it.
"Why, it's cute" I protest as I exhale, passing him the weed, slipping it from my fingers to his.
"No it's not. It's annoying, and I'm older then you" He points out around a big hit and I bark in laughter.
"By three months"
"Still" he pushes, laughing with me. The lower the blunt burns, the higher we get; and the easier it is to talk to him. The conversation flows, it doesn't get stale. Tyler's bubbling and receptive, but quick witted. His sense of humor sharp, no doubt from growing up with the other guys. I'm learning quickly, that he's not nearly as innocent at his reputation and face make him out to be. He lets me play DJ and hook my phone up to his speaker and oldies are floating through the car as I flip on my Pandora station that ranges from the Doors, to Creedence Clearwater Revival, to Jimmi Hendrix.
"I like your taste in music" He bobs his head along playfully with Age of Aquarius as it comes on shuffle. I'm delighted, there's no compliment like someone saying they like your music. Even if he had sounded kind of surprise when he'd said it.
"You're such a Pisces" I giggle, coughing a little on the too big drag I'd taken.
"Woah there, breathe" He reaches his arm over to rub at my side. Everything's so funny, what kind of weed had he given me? I hadn't gotten the giggles from weed in years. "So are we compatible then?"
I look over at him, at his question "What like our signs?"
"Yeah, our signs" He actually seems interested and I force myself to think sober thoughts as I answer him. He still hasn't removed his hand, his arm is still extended over the console, still touching me, and he's dragged it so that it now sits on my lap, resting heavily on my thigh. I turn it in my own hands and play with his long fingers idly.
"Yeah" That's a lie and he seems to know it "Well no…kind of. You're water and I'm air but that's okay. It's just our sun signs anyways" I try to explain to him and the blank look on his face is so endearing it makes me squeeze his digits.
"I don't understand anything you just said" He admits, good natured and I shake my head and assure him that most people don't. "You're really into astrology, huh?"
"Yeah, well not just astrology…tarot and palmistry are cool too"
"Really? You read palms?" He sounds incredulous and I nod "What does mine say?" he quarries.
I lift his hand that I'm still holding with both of mine up higher, and let it rest on my chest as I look down at his upturned palm and run my fingers over it, my thumbs lightly massaging the other side, over the sinews, veins and knuckles.
"What do you see?" He asks, huskily, playfully.
"Hmm….your life line and your fate line start out separate but start to tangle right…here. It's weird, your health line gets all mixed up with them too at that point" I observe, giving him a raised eyebrow. He looks a little…out of it. Maybe surprised, maybe bored. I don't know I'm high.
"What?" I whisper, I don't know why I can't raise my voice, maybe it's because the tension in the car is so thick.
"Nothing, nothing" His voice is graveley and low and I still hold his hand to my chest, a little scared that I've ruined the moment.
"I'm sorry am I freaking you out? I always freak people out with stuff like this" we were in a hot boxed car in the dark. I hope I wasn't making him paranoid.
"No, trust me this shit doesn't scare me at all" green meets blue as we stare at each other. God my stomach keeps dropping and I know he can feel the racing of my heart under his hand.
My playlist switches, White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane starts strumming intensely and hypnotically from the speakers and I bite my lip as his puts his hand flat against my chest, right at my clavicle. Fuck, he's barley touching me and I'm on fire.
"Tyler" It's more breathy and whiny then I meant for it to be as he slides his hand out to lightly hold me by the throat. There's a moment where he just he just stares at me, stares at the situation. I wonder if he's trying to process the image like I am. Tyler Simms, the baby boy, one of the Sons of Ipswich, is currently choking me. I'm so stoned and horny that my body seems to be vibrating, vibrating to the tempo of the song.
He sits up and pulls me forward, towards him, his hand turning to cradle the side of my neck, tucked underneath my hair, and his lips are on mine, He's kissing me…finally fucking kissing me and it's steaming and plush and overwhelming. And needy, because we'd both been leading up to this for so many moths, in so many texts and looks. I grab at him, at his sweater, trying to get closer as the kiss gets deeper, wetter. Fuck, I'm so wet.
His hands grip my waist and pull at one of my legs, and he helps lift me over the divider, and on to his lap. He's so strong, it's such a turn on, the way he could just man handle me. It satisfies something deep and carnal inside of me. He handled me like I was tiny, effortless. It's something that I, as a big girl, didn't experience a lot.
I bump my knee on the gear shift on the way to his lap and hiss into his mouth.
"Oww" I laugh, I have this weird knack for laughing while I'm in pain.
"Oh, fuck" He says between kisses. "I'm sorry, I keep on hurting you" he rubs at my knee, pushing my cardigan down past my shoulders with his other hand.
I shake my head, muttering its fine without separating my mouth from his. When he starts to run his hands under my shirt, I feel a trickle of panic, myself consciousness that I usually try to keep pushed down rings like an alarm in my head. I didn't have a toned stomach or pokey sharp hip bones. I had love handles, I had a tummy. And while I was perfectly okay with myself…I wasn't so sure he was going to be. I mean come on, he had a fucking six pack for god sakes, he was shapely and hard all over. I grab at his wrist, stilling him, trying to get a grip on my thoughts.
"Are you okay?" He wonders eyes frenzied and confused. And I force a smile. I don't know what to say, how to say it. I don't know if he interprets my feelings or he's just horny but he starts to run his hands up my side again, softer this time, dipping under my shirt, grabbing at my waist.
"This bra is so sexy" Tyler whispers, pressing his lips under my ear, my neck, my shoulder, then the middle of my breasts, his face buried in there, nuzzling and pulling on my top and bra, dragging downward to get better access.
I'm just overheating as I'm straddling him, his hair in my hands as I cradle his head closer. He's nipping and sucking at my breasts, taking my nipple and as much of the rest of the globe as he can suck into his mouth. I gasp and grind down hard, trying to spread my legs as much as possible in the confined space. It's almost too much, he's too much. My hips are furiously moving on top of his, him bucking up to meet them as he reaches around and underneath my leggings to paw and squeeze my ass.
He pulls away from my kiss sore bust to look up at me hotly.
"Let me fuck you" he requests as I continue to dryly hump him.
"I don't know" I whisper, my voice airy and childlike as I rub my forehead against his.
"Please" He sounds almost in pain. It's so sexy. All of this is so fucking hot, the way we keeps transferring dominance, the look on his face.
"I don't think you deserve it" I tell him, pecking at his plump lips, continuing to be too soft, to cat like. He grabs my hand that was resting on his shoulder and forces it down his gray sweat pants.
Tyler is hung, like super fucking hung. Like he shouldn't be getting called baby boy with a dick that size hung. It's hard, engorged and velvety and pulsing. I keep my hand inert for a few seconds before running the tips of my nails along the length of him causing him suck uneven breaths through his nose.
"Don't be a tease, Kayleigh, I'm so fucking hard" our foreheads are pressed together, our breathing ragged. I inhale the air he exhales and I'm fucking higher than I've ever been. I swear I could cum, just from this, and he hasn't even touched me yet.
Before I can say, or do anything there's the bright flash of headlights in the distance and Tyler reaches around me to yank the keys out of the ignition and pulls me flat onto him as we try to duck out of eyesight. His sudden movements cause me to completely fall against his chest with my entire weight. One of his hands is pressed against my lower back to keep me there, prohibiting me from propping on my elbows.
"Am I like, crushing you?" I say apologetically and he brushes it off, shooting me an incredulous look.
"No you're fine" his hand slides up higher on my back, almost like a restraint "just keep down"
"Fuck" I whisper as the lights get closer and I put my head in his neck. I really wasn't trying to get in trouble for sneaking out. They suspended kids for shit like this, not to mention the drug paraphernalia; the car is filled with pot smoke and we're both still stoned. We could get in a ton of trouble for this. There's a tense moment when the security car is right behind us, the headlights bright and searching, and I 'm squeezing my eyes shut so tightly it almost hurts.
When the rent a cop passes, the lights fading as it makes its way out of the parking lot I let out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding.
Tyler's quiet chuckle makes me smile, I can feel it shake is chest. I sit up, putting my arms on either side of his head and look out of the window. The security car is still in the distance, lingering. Doing it's rounds. I gaze down at him and he's smirking, no doubt from relief but I think he knows what I'm about to say when I reach over and grab my phone.
"Shit, Tyler, it's almost two" I'm shocked at the numbers that stare back at me.
"So?"
"So we have to wake up in four hours" I tell him as I climb off of him and back into the passenger seat. He groans, frustrated, but not hostile.
"You're killing me, smalls" he whines and I laugh as I try to put myself back together, readjust my top on back right.
"I'm sorry but I really don't want to get suspended. And that's if we're lucky. Your car reeks like weed" I try to rationalize and he nods, understanding. But I can see the disappointment in his blue eyes. I know mine mirror his. Fuck my life.
He takes me back to my dorm building, walking me up the stairs and to the main entrance. We're both still kind of…buzzing from what had happened in the car. I'm of course, making wise mouthed cracks because I knew the situation could turn awkward if we let it, and I wasn't into awkward.
"I'll see you tomorrow then?" He says, almost questioning. I feel like he's trying to ask, without asking, if I'm going to be an ice bitch at school in the morning.
"Yeah, definitely" I'm not going to be bitchy, or at least I'll make my best attempt. He's satisfied with the answer because instead of the hugs he's been giving me, he reaches down and kisses me; I know he can feel me smile into it. When he tries to deepen it I force myself to pull away and push him in the shoulder, giving him an elvish look. Hadn't we just managed to break this up in the car?
"Goodnight, Tyler" I insist as I stand in the door frame.
"Goodnight, Kayleigh" He says before he turns away, taking the stairs by two and I begrudgingly close the door, shutting him outside. I feel giddy and I fight the urge to squeal. How fucking pathetic, I hiss at myself.
The dorms really are eerie at night, but that comes with the territory. Spencer's and old building, built almost eighty years ago and even with all the restoration and additions they've made to the school it still oozes gothic, Dracula's castle vibes.
I decide to stop in the girls' bathroom as it comes into view, right at the beginning of the hall, figuring I'd just go here instead of waking Mery up by turning on the one in our rooms light. It's of course, completely vacant, just like I assumed it would be at two in the morning.
I'm washing my hands when a feeling of dread tumbles over me in waves and I stare down at my hands in the running water, paralyzed with fear, terrified to look up at the mirror, to see what's behind me. When I raise my eyes, the scream that erupts from my throat doesn't sound like it's mine.
You know how when you watch horror movies, there's always a hundred things you wish you could yell at the dumbass main character? Like don't just stand there, run. Don't just scream; do something. But as the same monster from my dream reflects at me, and then to me as I whirl around to face it, all I can do is wail. It's like I'm frozen as it reaches one ghostly hand towards me and I swear, I know I'm going to die in that moment. Slasher movie style, from a monster in the girl's bathroom. A couple of the ceiling light bulbs shatter and glass rains down as once again, just like in the dream, the apparition disappears in a puff of onyx smoke.
I'm thrown into a full blown panic attack, and I struggle to breath. Struggle to even think as the world begins to feel like it's caving in, like the ground I'm standing on is suddenly is going to disappear from under my feet.
1,2,3,4,5 I start to count, like my therapist had taught me, breathing deep every fifth number, I'm propping myself up against the sinks, trying to fight the feeling of derealization when two girls rush into the bathroom. I know both of them are seniors and in my class, and they do look familiar but I don't know their names. They're decked out in pajamas and they look freaked out. I'm happy it's them and not Brenda, even in my state of panic I'm hoping the DH won't come in.
"Are you okay? What happened? We heard screaming" The taller, dark frizzy haired one questions, her long face apprehensive and worried. She shorter one just looks annoyed, now that she's seen it's not a killer in the dorms; just me. Being loud, waking people up on school nights.
I look at the scene; there's broken glass on the floor, the lighting is now dingy because of the missing bulbs and then there's me, the girl who had just been screaming like a banshee. I wasn't down to be labeled as the psycho girl who was seeing dead kids so I explain it way, trying to untangle the thoughts in my head, trying to give them a normal explanation.
"The light's like shattered for no reason and they scared the fuck out of me" the laugh I give out sounds fake even to my ears "I'm so sorry for waking you guys up" I apologize as I hastily push past them, just trying to get away from the scene.
When I get back to my room, I'm still so shaken I can barely function so I sit at the end of my bed in the darkness, Mery's form motionless on the bed opposite mine, flipped facing away from me. I grab the bottle of Xanax, and strain to see the label on the side. I'm hallucinating. I had to have been hallucinating. These fucking pills were making me hallucinate. I sob as I stare at them, and then I punt them as hard as I can on the hardwood floor.
Mery sleeps like a fucking rock, and doesn't even flinch, sleeping through my silent life crisis.
She's not as normal as she thinks she is, is she? I'm trying to make the progression as natural as I can, make it flow. And what about that almost sex scene with Tyler? Listen to White Rabbit during it, I swear it sets the tone so crazily!