Oh yeah, I do not own W.I.T.C.H. or any of the characters, the plot is totally a work of my twisted little mind.....


Busted #4 – Cornelia

Chapter 4: What Dreams May Come True

Cornelia's POV, Sunday Morning

It had been such a great night. We were all happily relaxing and eating pizza. When Will's mom came home unexpectedly. Let's just say it wasn't hard to guess what had been going on...the place hadn't aired out yet.

She was pissed...to say the least, kicking us all out and calling our parents before we could get home. To make sure that everyone knew about 'the situation'. I was not looking forward to getting home, we were busted, no doubt...

But what did that mean to my parents? There's just no way to tell...they could be really pissed about being embarrassed by the gossip or they could totally ignore it. My parents knew I was sexually active, it wasn't a secret. Thanks to them I had an extensive stash of condoms, gel and toys. All they really ever wanted was for me to be 'discrete', so depending on how much of a snit Susan had, it may not be a problem.

Peter walked with me, his brow creased with tension. "Don't fret so much, I'm sure I can handle my parents," I told him hoping to lessen his concerns.

"Hmm, oh...that's great. I'm pretty sure I can handle my parents too. I feel really bad for T though. My mom has some harsh thoughts about Nigel and how Taranee should act.

"Okay buster," I chided, "focus here!" pointing to myself. "This still counts as afterglow and I will not play second fiddle to your attention after the GREAT service I gave tonight."

Peter smiled, "Prima donna to the last aren't you?"

"Darn right and I deserve it." I replied while giving him my best hair flip.

Peter swept me into his arms pressing my back to his chest, to nibble on my ear and neck, "Yes you are," he said as he stopped to rub his face in my hair. After a moment, he grew serious and turned me to face him. "So we're okay right? I didn't mean to push you so fast...don't get me wrong the sex was great tonight, but I had planned to take it slower."

The ache between my legs was a pleasurable pain that made it easy to tell him truthfully, "We're good. It's okay we went sort of fast – especially if that's not all you're interested in..." I felt my voice drop a little on its own.

He didn't miss the slight change. Peter's hand cupped my chin, pulling my gaze back to his, "Did someone hurt you?"

I tried to turn away, my personal shame and memories flooding back. I really like Peter, how could I ever tell him the truth? He'd be off to 'less used' pastures in a heartbeat. But his hand pulled me back to him.

"Cornelia, tell me."

"Um, Um, please don't ask me that. Please."

"You can trust me," Peter intoned holding me captive in his embrace and gaze.

"It's not that I don't trust you, I'm just not proud of myself...I am a slut. There I said it! Are you happy now? I said the word, you can leave me in good conscience. You don't need me as a girlfriend, I'm just a slutty blond." I said the hateful words, feeling self-hate and disgust in the pit of my stomach, knowing the thing I've done. My voice broken and sobbing...I had hoped for a new beginning only to be dragged back down by my bitter memories.

"What are you talking about? Why would I leave you? Stop calling yourself a slut, its just not true."

"Yes it is! I was Caleb's girlfriend and I was cheating on him with you, but that wasn't enough, I had to be stupid and flirt with Kyle Sommers too. So friggin' stupid he takes my virginity and walks away telling me what a good whore I am." The pain filled my chest, each breath hurt...why did he want to know this, why hadn't he just left well enough alone. I backed away from him wrapping my arms around myself, looking at the ground unable to face him.

"I mean you might as well know, he fucked me doggy style beneath the bleachers, then he left me naked and hurting, walking away having got what he needed. That's why I'm a dirty slut." I shook with the admission.

Peter was silent, I imagined he was thinking how he could quickly get away. It hurt to bad have it drag on so I gave him an easy out, "Just go okay. It's alright, I can get home. Oh...and you don't have to call, I understand."

I turned and started the last few blocks to my apartment building alone. The sobs wouldn't stop but I made my body move, step after step. There was no way I was staying there to see the look in his eyes.

"Cornelia!"

"Go away!!"

"Cornelia..." this time the voice was closer, softer.

"Don't do this."

"I knew about the Kyle thing...he's too chicken shit to not to brag. I told him awhile ago I'd beat him to a pulp if I heard he told anyone else. What I didn't know was that he hurt you."

Peter's arms slide around me again, halting my slow steps and pressing me to his chest once again. It felt warm and safe and only made me cry harder. There was no way I could look at him, along with my shame, I was sure my face was red and swollen and I needed to blow my nose.

"Didn't you ever wonder why I fooled around with you while you dated Caleb? I realized a while ago that I wanted you and he didn't deserve you. I wanted to take you from him. But he never rose to the bait. But I was always grateful for any part of your life. I don't care about anything before us. But you trying to break up with me over a pencil-dick like Kyle, that's just not going to happen. One day when we've got time, I'll tell you all the girls I've been with. There a LOT, cause I gave up my cherry at thirteen. So you've been with one other guy, I don't care and it doesn't make you a slut."

With no care for the front of his jacket, Peter gently turned me in his arms, until my face was buried in his chest, wet face and all. Like rain all the hurt and fear gushed out as deep sobs shook me in his arms, this time bringing healing like I'd never known. I wasn't sinking anymore, Peter was holding me up safe and sound.

Just like that I found a real boyfriend. One that wanted me as much as I wanted him.

Things were not supposed to work this way. Not for me, at least. Peter knew my secrets: Kyle, Meridian and the Guardians, but how did he fit in?

"Hey Blondie, let's get you home. Oh and I plan on seeing you tomorrow and every day after that. So if you want to get rid of me you need to tell me just that...don't try to scare me off with other stuff...just be honest with me."

Peter pressed a kiss into my forehead and slid his hands down my butt, giving it a quick squeeze before-

"Oof" And that was the end of that dream. And the start of my Monday.

"Cornelia!" Lillian whined staring down at me wearing her Pretty Pretty Princess pajamas, "Mom says you have to get up!"

"Aghh, ok, ok, I'm up! Now get off me!" Doesn't everyone want to wake up with a hyperactive eight-year old pouncing on their stomach? Lillian climbed down and shuffled out of my room, her fluffy bunny slippers making a swoosh-swoosh sound on the hardwood.

I don't want to get up or go to school tomorrow...after this weekend, I just want to stay in bed, under the covers until I'm eighteen and don't have to listen to parents again. Actually, my parents aren't too bad, I think they're pretty reasonable, but Mrs. Cook and Susan make are absolutely maddening!

Theresa, Taranee's mom, not only called my parents on Friday night before I got home, but she called back twice yesterday just to rant at my parents and tell them how bad an influence I am on Taranee and Peter. She even threatened to involve Child Protective Services if they couldn't 'control' me and keep me away from her 'confused' babies.

Like its my fault Taranee had sex! Don't even get me started on Peter...he so wasn't a virgin when we started dating, heck he told me he lost his virginity at thirteen. That was almost friggin' five years ago! But she keeps calling and ranting - the woman really needs to be sedated because she's not dealing with reality.

I mean Peter's almost eighteen and a senior in high school - can she really keep us apart? I mean, I don't know if this is love...I mean the forever kind, you know like till death do you part or Mr and Mrs., but I want the chance to find out.

But its not just Peter, I don't want to lose...I don't want to be torn apart from my very best friends. We've bee through so much, its great to have friends that accept and love you no matter what. There's one thing I'm sure of...I'm part of something that's not supposed to end.

Monday Morning

I rolled out of bed, my first thought: 'Thank god, that after today we only have two more days of school'.

Well if I have to be miserable, at least I can look fabulous. I just got a new pair of Matisse "Kiwi" toe ring sandals in the most perfect shade of cotton candy pink. If I can't feel fun and flirty I can look it.

To go with my sandals I pulled out a short pink skirt with a ruffle flounce up the side and a tan shirt that hung off one shoulder, pulling together my complete cute look. Once my hair was brushed and shiny, I at least looked like I was ready to take on the world and win.

Look out Peter, I look good enough to eat...

Heading down stairs, I grabbed a yogurt and juice avoiding making eye contact with either of my parents. Even though they both had stood up for me to Susan and Theresa, there was no mistaking the looks on their when I got home on Friday. Something between us changed, I don't know what yet but I can feel it...and I don't think I want to know what it is.

At least Lillian had been asleep when I got home, for her nothing had changed. But my parents had tried too hard to not talk about 'it' when I got home. Saturday we had tried to make a little conversation, but didn't even bother trying to talk on Sunday. They just let me loll around the house in peace, all of us too afraid to speak.

But most of all, I resented that in addition to my too quiet home, I couldn't talk to or see my boyfriend and two of my best friends. Like me, Hay Lin, Eric, Irma and Caleb weren't in grounded or in trouble...understandable seeing as Irma and Caleb are married and pregnant and since Hay Lin and Eric didn't have sex.

I'm not in trouble because, my parents pride themselves on being 'open-minded', they had put me on the pill while I was dating Caleb. It was hard enough sitting through their talks about being sexually aware when I wasn't sexually active...now that I'm not a virgin, its even harder to talk about...who wants to tell their parents that not only have they had traditional sex, but they've also been eaten out by their boyfriend and had him gone down on you?

Some things are best left unsaid.

After I finished my food it was time to go to school, so I headed back to my room to get my books, a quick glance at my computer told me Peter had found a way to contact me - an IM was waiting for me, it read:

"Me & T grounded - no calls, no u, Nig, Guardians"

I replied, "huh?"

"talk at lunch,k?"

So it wasn't much, but he had found a way to communicate with me and we had a plan. I'm so going to be late for first period, but it was totally worth it.

Peter just may be a keeper...but don't quote me on that...yet. My dream has to mean something right?...Can he accept my secrets? How can he accept and still want me?


Cornelia's path isn't easy or clear. She's more than she thought and about to find out destiny's a bitch doing what it deems, not what we want.

Cheers!

9/07/2009 2:37pm