Author's Note: Alright, this chapter is graduation, so within the next few chapters is when shit starts getting real. I thank The Burlesque Mistress 92 for giving me a good idea in her review, which I will take some bits and pieces of.
Today was surreal, today was the day I have been waiting for since I had started school, graduation.
I got my WSU acceptance letter a week before finals, and my scholarship was in action. I called my mom about it, and she was proud. Sadly, work kept her in China, so she couldn't come to my gradation. Dad was going to film the moment I got my diploma. I thought it was very sweet what dad was doing, it would have killed my mom if she didn't get to see anything.
Right now, I was walking downstairs in my cap and gown, feeling very strange that I was finally wearing this. My dad was downstairs with the camera, snapping a photo before turning the camera off and putting it in it's carrying case. I hoped it was a good picture, because I knew with dad's one picture habit, I wasn't getting another one.
" Hey high school grad!" My dad said, sweeping me up into a bear hug. I smiled, hugging him back with all my strength. When I dad finally let me go, I could see a smile wide across his face. " Wow, what happened to the five year old who had tea parties with fish? Or the nine year old during her tomboy phase with the short haircut and reading Harry Potter in a tree?" My dad asked. I laughed, remembering both of those contrasting phases of my life.
" She's right here in a dorky robe and a dorky hat." I said. My dad chuckled before patting me on the back.
" You ready to go?" He asked. I nodded. We headed out to the car, dad giving me an umbrella so I didn't get my gown and cap all wet.
The school parking lot was full, which was something you never saw on a regular school day. So many relatives of the graduating class were here to witness their fellow kin claim a key to success.
" Gran and Gramps are going to be here." My dad said. He was talking about his parents. I haven't seen them since last Christmas, so it would be exciting to see them again.
Dad and I finally found a parking spot, where next to it was Tyler's van. Tyler then bolted out of the van, cheering in the pouring rain as his cap and gown got soaked. I was laughing hysterically, while my dad was giving me a look.
" Please don't tell me your friends with that kid." Dad told me. There was silence, soon to be broken by dad's sigh and muttering something about kids these days before getting out of the car.
" Hey Tyler? What the hell man?" I asked when out of the car, the umbrella keeping me dry. Tyler laughed and put an arm around my shoulder, finding a way to fit himself in the small umbrella.
" Come on Liz! Find some festivity. We're done with high school! We survived! I went out of high school knowing that all the sports I was in had a good season!" Tyler said, staying under my umbrella until we got inside. He saw Lauren and went off and talked to her.
I saw Gran and Gramps over by one of the vending machines. My kooky grandfather was having trouble getting the dollar into the machine. Gran kept on telling him that he needed to make sure the dollar had no folds, but Gramps was so frustrated he dismissed her entirely. Gran has a knack for being always right, and Gramps, after almost fifty years of marriage, still didn't realize it yet.
" Look dear! Our Elizabeth is here and is all grown up." Gran said, hitting Gramps gently with her purse so he would look up to see me. Gramps smiled and walked over to me, giving me a hug.
" Well, if it ain't Lil' Liz." Gramps said. Lil' Liz was Gramps' nickname for me. " Except you ain't Lil' Liz, Lil' Liz is still too young to get her diploma. Frank, are you sure this is your kid?" My grandpa asked my dad jokingly, laughing to himself.
Gran hugged me tight and fond memories came back to me when feeling her flannel sweater. Gran and I had a special relationship, she was someone I could talk to about anything in the world. Gran was a kind woman who would listen before she judged. We had our disagreements at times if we talked about politics since she was a fairly conservative Republican, and I was more liberal. It was always interesting to hear a different point of view, and we also agreed on a lot of things politically.
" Oh Elizabeth, you look so wonderful. You remind me of your mother when she was at her graduation ceremony." My grandmother said. She had a North Londoner accent which she got from my British great grandfather.
" I'm so excited! The anticipation will be greater since my last name is near the end of the alphabet." I said. Gran chuckled before straightening out my gown and cap, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
" There, that's better. When I heard about you getting accepted into WSU with that brilliant scholarship, I was so proud." Gran said. " Do you know what you want to be?"
" I was thinking about being a teacher actually." I told her.
" Oh, which level?"
" I really doesn't matter, probably not college."
" You could get hired. I know you have an enthusiasm for history, and also with you playing bass, you could make a lovely music teacher." My grandma said. " I'm sure you could probably do both and get hired for it."
" Yeah, that's sort of what I was thinking. I just have spent so much of my life in school. Actual school, bass, helping build sets for the school plays, I just don't see myself being pulled out of that environment anytime soon." I told Gran, she smiled.
" Hey Liz! It's starting!" My dad told me. I said bye to Gran and Gramps and looked for a place to sit among the students. I found a spot open next to Angela and sat down next to her.
" Oh my gosh! Isn't this so exciting?" Angela said in a squee. I smiled and nodded, excited for the events about to come.
Graduation was a slow, but fascinating event. Jessica was the valedictorian and gave a wonderful speech that she had been working very hard on, I would see her get advice from Eric and Angela. The valedictorian speech was one I wouldn't forget.
Then it came receiving diplomas. I watched as my friends and classmates all got their diplomas with a smile. Family members of students cried from happiness, never before were they so proud of that student. Graduation proved to be a lot more emotional than I thought it was.
Finally, my name would be called soon. I was nervous, even though I shouldn't have been nervous to walk up to a podium and receive my diploma. Maybe it was because this was such an important right of passage I didn't want to stumble or anything.
" Elizabeth Ward!"
That was my cue. I stood up and walked up to the podium, looking right at my father who was filming me right now. When I felt the diploma go into my hand, a surge of happiness swept through me. I looked out in the audience as I walked away from the podium. My smile went down a little bit.
He was back, watching me intently, staring into my very soul. I just kept on walking, pretending that I didn't see him. I resurrected my previous smile and watched as Angela got her diploma right after I did.
After graduation, as planned, I rode with Tyler, Jessica, and Mike to go to the Cullen's graduation party. We were all screaming and cheering. I actually had to tell Tyler to slow down when he was driving, but in secret, it added to the thrills and excitement of no longer being a high school student. So immaturity made losing an image of immaturity more exciting, which was quite the oxymoron.
When we got to the Cullen's house, we shed our caps and gowns to reveal the clothes we decided to wear to the party. I remember being told by Alice to dress relatively nice for this party. So I decided it was time to my body hugging white dress with a black waist belt.
Alice greeted us in. I remember being at her house during our sleepover, and personally, I don't think that I wouldn't ever be left breathless when seeing the Cullen's house. It didn't quite fit in with the rest of Forks, it was like opening a door in Forks and ending up in Seattle.
More people started dropping by, they were definitely curious about how the Cullens lived. They were just as shocked as I was when walking into the house for the first time. Since it was now made into a nightclub like scene, people were definitely digging it.
After half an hour of hanging out and chatting about graduation, I noticed that he also decided to attend this party. He looked at me from across the room, giving me a come hither motion with his long middle and index fingers. I did, I had more questions for him now.
Why was it whenever seeing him, all I had in mind was questions and fucking?
He lead my outside away from the party scene, leading me around one of the house corners. I leaned back against the wall, and he was just inches in front of me.
" Are you just going to show up to the most important events of my life and magically disappear?" I asked, it sounded bitterer and bitchy than I had intended it to be, but the way this man was screwing with my mind was getting to be too much. Now that I thought about it, I had every right to be.
" Good evening to you as well mia cara." He replied sarcastically. I breathed out my nose, the air was visible it was cold enough outside. " And yes, for now." He added.
" What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked him.
" Soon, there will be a time where I'm not going to, quote, 'magically disappear' anymore. But for now, I will have to." He said.
" Why? Why are you even doing this?" I asked him, a stern look on my face.
" You will know that in the near future." He replied.
" You know what? What if I don't want to know? What if I don't even want to talk to you?" I said, trying to walk away, but he planted his hand on the wall of the house, his arm acting like a security rail to keep me from escaping.
" You know that is a lie." He said very slowly, articulating each syllable.
" You're right. I'm just annoyed thought that I can't seem to get a simple answer from you. I don't like how your answers are just puzzles that just leave me with more questions."
" I like a woman who knows what she wants." He said to me, his free hand picking up mine and kissing it. But he suddenly grew a worried, shocked look. He stared at me, not a word was spoken for several seconds, the only sounds were of cold, nighttime forest.
" Pardon me dear." He said. " I'm afraid I am going to have to leave you. Enjoy the rest of the party, I'm sure your friends are eager to know where you are." He added, backing away a few steps.
Of course I had to blink, and of course when I opened my eyes again, he was nowhere to be seen.
*~*Aro*~*
I was not prepared for that.
When I read her mind and saw that one memory of that night. Her soft, curvaceous body completely nude, her long hair wet, a few stray water droplets caressing her bare form. Oh, but this wasn't all, this was only the beginning.
Laying down upon her bed, she caressed her body, her breasts receiving special attention, making sure her soft, pink nipples became peaked. Her breasts looked the perfect size for my hands, so that I would be able to handle her entire breast with no gap in my hands, and no part of her breasts left untouched.
Her hand wandered between her legs, and that was when her fantasies began to really show through. She imagined me fucking her from behind on her bed. I thought this was adorable, the idea of me on a modern bed. Little did she know is that when I would finally take her to bed, it would be in Italy, and the bed I would take her on was fit for a king.
When she came, and I learned it was the first time touching herself that she actually climaxed, I felt honored that I was on her mind. She was beautiful when she came, screaming, her back arching and her hand desperately clinging onto the sheets. I wish I told her my name now, so then she would have known what to scream.
As wonderful as it was to see that memory, it landed me in a predicament. My cock was becoming erect.
" Damn." I growled to myself, unzipping my trousers, taking my cock in hand. " Why does that woman have to be so titillating?"
I imagined her wrists tied to my bed, and her legs spread apart to accommodate me. She was giving me an innocent, yet coquettish look that was begging me to come closer. So I did, grabbing her thighs and positioning myself and sliding gently into her tight, dripping quim. My hand could not come close to simulating how tight her quim was in her memory, it was almost completely clenched together, threatening to become tighter and tighter until she came.
" Elizabeth." I groaned longingly, wishing that she was here in place of my hand. But, I was making myself wait for her to mature some more, it was what was best for her. No matter how much I wanted her, I cared for her too much to ignore her best interests.
I was coming close, my screaming echoed through the forest, at least I was a few miles from the Cullen's residence. That would have been extremely gauche if I was in hearing distance. Thick white liquor began to ooze from my phallus's tip.
My climax was satisfactory, yet unsatisfactory at the same time. Satisfactory since it was an orgasm, and I had Elizabeth on my mind. But it was unsatisfactory because she wasn't here. I found myself more so unaccompanied than I was before.
I never guessed that finding a mate would take the pleasure away from anything erotic unless if they were involved. I knew it would be more pleasurable, but I never speculated it was vital to experience the more complex mental satisfaction that came from sex.