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It's just after winter break when the sudden changes shocks you worse than running in the snow in your shortest shorts.
You had expected her to play it up. Teasing was her thing; a habit or a reflex that she had honed over the years that simply resulted in well-timed childish comments that got on everybody's nerves regardless of who they were actually aimed at.
You just hadn't expected her to ignore you or the fact that it had happened so easily.
You had used the excuse of the dreary weather and her still relatively vulnerable emotional state to cuddle with her and get homework done in front of the fireplace in your living room. Yes, Faye Chamberlain actually understood the concept of and completed her set homework each week, maintaining at least a B plus in every class.
Not that she could admit it to any of her peers. She did have a 'bad girl' reputation to uphold after all.
For those two weeks, when she wasn't with Melissa and avoiding the recently returned Jake and you weren't with the girl your ex was now chasing, the two of you were practically inseparable. Every other night you would stay at hers, and then on the alternate nights, she would climb into your bed, and half a dozen times, you had ducked yourself into a booth at Java Brew just to get out of the house. There was the occasional resurfacing of still painful memories and a few sleepless nights, but you weren't bothered.
Until your bubble burst and it was ruined and you have no idea how it was blown to smithereens in the first place. You could tell that she had caught on to the difference in behaviour you had towards her. You weren't as comfortable with exactly how close your cuddling was. It was nagging at the back of your mind every minute of every day, with or without her buried into your side.
You didn't want to seem obvious but you were beginning to go a little stir crazy.
Your unofficial plan of just trying to act casual would have worked too, except the fact that you were being rather obvious to the Queen of sexual connotations herself.
On the morning of the last Friday of your break, you had found yourselves dancing around your kitchen to a playlist you had pulled from her phone, the task of achieving pancakes for breakfast coming along slowly. That was when the two steps forwards you had made with convincing her of a genuine friendship went three spaces back. You were the one to cry yourself to sleep afterwards because you were sure that you had lost her. She was smiling and laughing so effortlessly since Henry and it had to be contagious. You couldn't help but to smile and laugh along with her.
You were supposed to duck this way and she was supposed to duck that was, but you both ducked or you both weaved (you forget which) and the next thing you could comprehend was the feeling on her fingers digging into your hips as you pushed back just as firmly while she pinned you against the edge of the counter. She was kissing you and you knew that she knew it as well. It couldn't be one sided. It just couldn't. It was hard to tell who had initiated it, you bother just seemed to gravitate towards each other.
It was better than just fireworks.
A tongue slipped past your lips and you cupped her cheeks. Sweeter than you had imagined and more satisfying than anything you had ever experienced. Your Faye-induced haze was quick to blanket your senses, and you barely got to the stove in time before the two of you were stumbling up the stairs, peeling clothes desperately and silently thanking whoever that your father wasn't home.
Your bed had never felt so comfortable as it had been with her on top of you; when you flipped her over and shifted slightly to receive a raspy groan.
Fingers twisted together.
Small nips that would certainly leave a bruise or maybe two.
Trails of kisses between the valley of her breasts.
She held you down and you screamed her name.
You worshipped her as she panted and writhed beneath you.
It was only when you had been lying there, half naked and tangled together that something clicked in her mind, her eyes went wide and she rushed to dress herself before running out. You let her be, didn't bother her with a call or a text, she was probably just confused.
But when you found your Washington State hoodie on the kitchen bench because your father had bought it in from the front porch on his way in, you struggled exceptionally not to let the notion break you. You mentioned something about homework and locked the bedroom door, turned on some music and cried to sleep. You didn't eat all weekend, and barely finished an assignment due first day back.
But it was now a week after the life changing...event...and now there she was down the hall, laughing with Melissa as if nothing had happened, and talking about the new guy she was flirting with.
Luke or Leo or Louis or something like that. You hadn't paid any real attention to him, other than to decide that you didn't like him. You wanted to be the one to give her the attention. But you knew it wouldn't happen, so you just had to suck it up and deal with your heart being broken twice in less than a month, and sulk off to your next class before a dreaded circle meeting after school.
'All's fair in love and war'. Your newest English paper due in a month, and as soon as you had heard the topic, your gaze had shifted two rows back and three more over.
She turns away. It was a mistake.
Love sucks, you decide.
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