Secret Life of the American Teenager belongs to Brenda Hampton….

Amy's PoV

Lying here, I let him do whatever he wanted to do to me. I was hurting and this was the only way I could feel better. It was my antidote for pain and sorrow, no one seemed

to understand it but me, no one really knew but me. It was another one of those things that a therapist could add to a list of my problems. Sex addict. Well, not really sex

addict, but borderline.

Honestly though, I hadn't had sex in a while. In Texas, my therapist had taught me how to get over that hill, but now that I was at the top, I was rolling back down. I don't

have the same support systems here as I did there. None of these people are really my friends, well maybe Grace, but the rest I wouldn't really count on.

I missed Claire and Amber, I could tell them everything and they wouldn't judge me, but it's different here. All people do is label you. They hear one rumor about you and

your either a whore, an addict, or a stick in the mud. Yes, lively California is very different from laid back Texas.

"So, what did you think?" Seriously, was he asking me about sex that I had barely been present for. I was not a fan of after sex talk, most times I just liked to leave and

pretend it never happened, this is one of those times.

I mad a disgruntled noise and let him take how he wanted it. No need to shoot he's ego down. It wasn't like it was bad, I mean I'm sure it was good somewhere in the

process.

"Want to go again?" I looked at him not knowing which facial expression to throw at him so I just put on a blank face. He began to suck my neck but I lightly pushed away and

rolled over to sit on the edge of the bed.

"No thanks, I need to be going now," Standing up, I reached for my undergarments and jeans and put them on swiftly.

"Come on Amy, do you have to? It's Satur-"

"I promised my mom I would help her with a few things around the house," I'd finished putting my sweater on and headed for the door.

"At least let me drive you home,"

"I'll call a friend, it's okay," I wished he would just stop talking. He was looking for something out of this sexcapade that I wasn't willing to offer. It was what it was… sex,

nothing more. He was a nice guy, but he wasn't my type of guy.

"Can I call you later?" He followed me to the front door and I turned to see the sincerity in his eyes. I sighed and let my hand fall from the door knob.

"Ben… Look, this thing…. That happened between us, was just for fun. It didn't mean we were going to have a relationship, I was just… I was hurting, okay?"

"So you used me?" He dropped his eyes and I touched his shoulder. This was what I didn't want to happen.

"You're a nice guy Ben, but honestly, what girl would come over here asking for sex and then want a relationship. It doesn't work like that. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings

or anything like that, but I thought you knew," He looked at me again and I gave a light smile to him. He didn't seem angry, just a little hurt.

"No, I understood, it's just that-"

"Ben, no, I'm not the one okay. I'm sorry, but I'm not. I have to go," I removed my hand from his shoulder and opened the door. Stepping onto the porch, I stared into the

dusk.

Somehow, I feel as though I just opened up a can of worms. It was the look in his eyes and the way my stomach jumped at the longing tone in his voice. Ben had looked like

the type of guy who would let things go, he looked like the type of guy who wouldn't become attached. I guess it was true what they say though, looks can be deceiving.

Ben's PoV

She really just rejected me. I wasn't to fond of rejection. Adrian does it, but she always comes back, but Amy, I felt that she wasn't coming back. Usually, I could just let it

slide after a few days, but seeing her here inside the auditorium a week later, it was different. She was sitting beside Grace, watching the play that the drama department had

decided to put on for everyone. I was captivated by her long brunette hair and that beautiful smile that sat on her innocent face. I've found myself almost obsessing over her

daily. I hated the hold she had on me.

I could feel Adrian and Ricky's eyes on me as I stared two rows ahead of us at Amy. As though she could feel me gazing at her, she turned around and smiled. My heart

pounded harshly against my chest. Adrian had never made me feel the way Amy does. They were two totally different people.

"What the hell are you looking at?" Adrian spat in my ear as she punched me in the leg. The sharp pain caused me to lose my vision on the dream in front of me. Glaring at

her, I saw the envy inside of her boiling over. I'd never seen her envious of anyone.

"You see that girl ahead of us about two rows sitting by Grace, pushing her dainty fingers through her long hair," Adrian looked stunned and I snickered, "Yeah, her." Adrian,

put her hand on my knee and rubbed up to my thigh. It wasn't really affecting me like it used to, it was almost annoying. In yet, my manhood didn't think so. With reluctance,

I moved her hand back to the armrest and she gasped in disbelief.

"Not today," I whispered to her and I saw Ricky watching us. I hope he didn't see too much. He was still my best friend, even if I was screwing his girl. If he ever found out

this was happening it wouldn't be pretty, for any party involved.

"I'll be back," Ricky said without looking at Adrian and I. Adrian gave me a fearful glance but I was almost positive that he didn't know.

"Where are you going?" Adrian spat.

"I said I'll be back," Ricky stood up and scooted by the people beside him. After a while, I heard the auditorium door close. If I knew Ricky, I knew he wasn't coming back, I

also knew that something was bothering him, and it wasn't me and Adrian, hopefully it wasn't.

Ricky's PoV

The smoke lifted from my mouth into the chilly breeze. I don't do it all the time, mostly when I'm stressed about things, or puzzled. My mom and Grace don't know, they

would kill me, but of course, dad does. He supplies me, but not enough to be addicted. He makes me promise- as if I'm a kid- not to do anything more than smoke cigarettes.

"Smoking's not good for you, you know," Her voice made me smile. "It causes lung cancer and it makes you smelly," Amy stood in front of me and pushed her fingers through

her hair. I watched as her lips pulled up into a smile.

"So I've heard. Drinking's not good for you either, it causes stupidity," I threw back at her mockingly.

"So I've heard," We stood there in silence watching each other. It wasn't awkward or weird, it was comfortable, relaxing.

"So, what are you doing out here?" She asked walking behind me and leaning against a brick wall. I chuckled and turned towards her. There were a lot of things I could do to

her against that wall.

"I could ask you the same thing… stalker," I took one last drag of the cigarette and threw it one the sidewalk, crushing it with my toe. A cute, curt giggle came from within her

as she looked at me with wide eyes.

"Stalker? Me? Please, I have better things to do with my time than stalk Ricky Castel," I walked closer to her, entering her bubble that she used to shied herself from the

world. She stiffened, but then relaxed reluctantly.

"Everywhere I am, it seems as though you there, my house, the hallway, here. Trust me when I say Amy, whatever your last name is, you are a stalker," She laughed lightly.

"How long have I been here and you still don't my last name? It's a shame Ricky, especially since I'm your sisters friend," I looked into her eyes and couldn't help but to move

closer to her. I could feel the warmth coming from her body and all I wanted to do was touch her. My hands were itching to be on her body, somewhere.

"You've been here for over four months, a lot of things haven't happened that should have by now," She looked down and her hair fell in front of her eye. Taking my

opportunity, I pushed the thick hair behind her ear. I let my hand cup the back of her neck. I moved in towards her and she didn't pull away or hesitate, she was coming

towards me to. Her breath was warm on my skin and I could smell the scent of nature coming from her skin. Our lips merely touching I heard the school door bang open and

snapped my head away from hers as she swiftly moved back against the wall.

"Ricky?" The expression on her face was unbearable, she looked hurt.

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