Unbeta'd.
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The goal for this prompt was to write three 100-word segments. This is my attempt to do that.
~B&P~
I glanced up at the clock. Two more hours of this torture.
I hated school.
I hated being told what I could and couldn't do.
But my mom had already threatened to send me away, and after my last fuck up I knew she was serious. There wouldn't be a second chance.
I had to pull my shit together. If not for me, then for Bella.
I couldn't leave her alone. Not with her dickhead father and barely-there mom.
She needed me.
So, I sat in class, day after day, biding my time until we could leave this fucking town.
~B&P~
I honked the horn. Her front door opened, and she ran out.
Her dad stumbled after her.
She slid in the car, breathless and relieved.
"Hey, baby," she said, leaning to kiss me.
I kissed her. Hard. Deep. Just to piss her old man off. And because I wanted her. I always wanted her.
She pulled back. Breathless.
"Let's get outta here," I said.
She grinned.
We drove to school, her hand in mine. Her thighs, in black tights, fully exposed as her dress inched up.
I ran my hand along the inside.
She moaned. Shifted Back.
I pulled over.
~B&P~
"I can't wait to get the fuck out of this town," I murmured into her hair, pulling her back against me and wrapping my arms around her.
Today had been total shit. Detention. A call to my mom.
I tightened my arms. I needed her to make it go away.
"I know, baby. Just a couple more months."
She turned to face me, her lips reaching up to mine.
Slow.
Tender.
Reverent.
Perfect.
She rested the side of her face on my shoulder, burrowing closer, and sighed. "Love you, Seth."
I fucking loved it when she said that.
"Me too."