by Isabelle Rae
She grabbed her purse and marched to the door, slamming her shoulder against mine as she passed me, almost knocking me over. “Just stay the hell away from me!” she ordered, obviously choosing to ignore my advice.
I shrugged. “My pleasure,” I agreed.
Without another word she unlocked the door and stormed out. Within seconds the door opened again and both Amy and Nick came in with worried faces. I smiled weakly and shrugged. “It’s fine,” I reassured them. Amy smiled and pulled me into a hug. I looked over her shoulder at Nick; he was standing there with a smile on his face, his eyes flicking around the bathroom. I laughed and rolled my eyes. “As good as you remembered?” I asked him.
He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Last time I was in here it was definitely pretty magical,” he stated, winking at me teasingly. I blushed and shook my head, knowing that the last time he was in here with me we’d had a pretty intense make out session. That was not too long before we broke up. He grinned and nodded back towards the door. “Come on then let’s get out of here before I get the snot beaten out of me by Will and Ryan for being in the bathrooms with their bitches,” he joked, winking at us teasingly.
We all burst out laughing at his comment, Nick always did know how to lighten the mood and cheer me up. Amy slapped him on the back of the head as we all walked out of the door; I ignored people looking at me curiously. I bit my lip worriedly. Did Erika said anything when she came out? Oh please don’t let her have said anything!
I turned to Donna, the nearest girl who was looking at me. “What’s up with everyone?” I asked, praying it would be anything other than me and Will.
She shrugged. “Did she tell you why she was suspended? What did she want?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at me curiously.
I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. She hadn’t said anything, we were safe. “We were just talking about our History project. She wanted to know how we got on with it because she missed last week so she didn’t know where we were or anything. And no, she didn’t say what she got suspended for,” I lied, crossing my fingers that I sounded convincing.
Donna seemed to buy it; she frowned, looking a little disappointed as she nodded. “Oh well, I guess we’ll find out sooner or later,” she said easily as she turned and headed over to her friends who were also eagerly awaiting the Erika gossip.
I gulped, silently hoping that no one ever found out. With the threats of the Principal hanging over her head, she wasn’t allowed to say anything to anyone, so as long as Will and I didn’t slip up and admit anything, then we were practically home free. Just a few more months and then my school career would be over and we could put this whole mess behind us. All I would need to worry about then would be telling Amy that I couldn’t go to college in New York with her as planned.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
“Cutie, just apply for your dream school!” Will ordered, looking at me sternly, using the teacher voice that he had.
I sighed and put my head in my hands. We were currently lying on his bed, my college applications scattered all over the place. We were right in the middle of having the painful conversation of which school I would choose. It wasn’t an easy conversation at all. Will was seriously pissed off with me.
I shook my head, not looking at him and buried my face in his sheets. “No,” I muttered.
He groaned in frustration. “Chloe, for pity sake, don’t do this! You’ve had your heart set on that school forever, you said so yourself, so just apply to it! What harm will it do?” he asked, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him.
I sighed dramatically; he just wasn’t listening to me at all. What was the point in me applying to go there if I had no intention of accepting even if I did get a place? There was no way in hell I was leaving him to go study in New York, it was hours away, and I just couldn’t be away from him for that long. I’d hardly ever get to see him; weekends just weren’t enough for me.
“What’s the point? I don’t want to go there anymore; I want to stay here so I’ll be closer to you!” I moaned, burying my face in his chest. I didn’t want to look at him, I knew the face he would be pulling right now, the cute puppy dog face with the begging eyes, and I couldn’t see it because I needed to stay strong. Sure, that school had been important to me before, but now that I had him, everything just seemed less important. Why would I go there and make myself unhappy? But he just wasn’t getting my point.
“Chloe, just apply to go there, if it’s something that you want then-” he started, but I interrupted before he could finish.
“It’s not,” I stated confidently.
He stroked the back of my head softly, his body tight with stress. He obviously didn’t like this conversation either. “Cutie, will you look at me?” he asked, quietly.
“No.”
He laughed. “And why’s that?”
I sighed. “Because you’ll do that thing with your eyes and convince me to do something that I don’t want to do,” I whined, my voice still muffled because my face was pressed against his T-shirt.
“Cutie, just look at me! I don’t want to have this conversation with the top of your head!” he cried, pulling on my arms to get me to move.
I groaned in frustration and sat up next to him, reluctantly dragging my eyes to his face, seeing the expression that I knew would be there. “See, there’s the face. I knew it!” I stated, waving my hand at his face in example.
He smiled at me and we both burst into laughter. “You’re silly sometimes, Miss Henderson,” he teased, gripping my waist and pulling me down so I was now lying on top of him.
I rested my forearms either side of his head and smiled. He was so incredible, and I loved him so much - a little sacrifice over the destination of my schooling was nothing when you considered I would get him in exchange. I’d been thinking about it for the last two months, and I was totally sure this was what I wanted. I would go to a local school, but still do the same course. Sure, I’d miss Amy like crazy, but I’d still get to see Nick all the time so I’d still have a great friend nearby. And of course I would get to see the man of my dreams every day, which was the deciding factor here.
Everything had been perfect for the last two months. Erika had backed off completely; she didn’t even speak to me. Sure, she still hated me, that much was obvious by the way she looked at me, but she hadn’t said anything to anyone. Sam and I had kept up the act of dating. He picked me up a couple of times a week and drove me to Will’s place, then he would either hang out with us, or leave us so we could have private time. Sam was incredible, still a slutty whore, but that made him all the more special to me.
Will was just being Will: sweet, thoughtful, generous, loving, he was just being the incredible boyfriend that he always was. We hadn’t been out much, not even to the next town, because we didn’t want to risk anything. The only places we hung out were his place, his parents’ house, or if we went to one of his friends’ parties, but then only if Sam was going too so if we saw anyone we knew then I could pretend to be with him instead. But just spending time with Will made my heart soar in my chest. It didn’t matter what we did or where we went, I loved every single second of being with my boyfriend. We avoided each other like the plague in school, not even speaking unless it was about his class, and other people were around. We were leaving nothing to chance, and it was paying off. Two months had passed since the Erika incident and the Principal hadn’t even looked twice at us since then.
We were on easy street; this was the home stretch now. Just three more months left of school and then it wouldn’t even be illegal anymore for us to date. I was even turning eighteen in a couple of weeks so he wouldn’t have to feel guilty about me being a minor. He was looking forward to that apparently.
The latest hurdle to be overcome: finish this stupid conversation about long distance relationships.
For the last half an hour he’d been listing ways that we would make it work, how there was always Skype, text
ing, phone calls, emails, and everything else that he’d thrown at me to try and convince me. None of that was enough for me though; I wanted to be able to touch him whenever I felt like it. I wanted to be able to fall asleep in his arms and hug him tight after a hard day. I wanted to look into the eyes of the man that I loved when we spoke, not into a stupid webcam.
“Can we please stop talking about this now?” I begged, pouting at him.
He frowned and shook his head. “Look, just apply for the school. Do it for me. If you get accepted then we’ll talk about it some more then. Let’s just not make the decision right now, okay? If you apply then that just gives you another option in a couple of months. You might decide you’ve had enough of me by then, and you might have thrown your dream school away for nothing,” he stated, looking right into my eyes, his hands cupping my face so I couldn’t look away.
I felt my heart rate increase. Was he getting me to apply there because he wanted me to leave? Was he hoping I’d leave so we’d have time apart? Maybe he wanted to break it off with me and just thought it would be easier to let us simply drift apart because of the distance.
“Will, is that really it? You don’t just want me to go, do you? Because… you know,” I shrugged, not wanting to know the answer.
He looked at me curiously. “You know, what?”
I sighed. “That you just want me to go so we won’t be together all the time. Am I crowding you or something? Is this a subtle way of telling me tha-” He cut me off by kissing me. I kissed him back, pressing my body to his, loving the feel of his lips on mine.
He broke the kiss and frowned at me, shaking his head. “Are you actually crazy, Cutie? Should I be worried that you’ve lost your mind?” he teased playfully. I looked at him curiously, not knowing what he was talking about. He laughed and brushed his hand down the side of my face. “Stop that thought right now, okay? If you left I’d miss you more than anything, I’m not even sure how I’d cope. I’d definitely need to start working at the club again so I could pay the phone bill I’d run up from calling you all the time. I just want you to go to your dream school; I don’t want to take that away from you. If you hadn’t met me then you’d go there and do what you always planned to do with your best friend.”
I felt my body relax. He was just being the sweet and concerned Will again; this wasn’t about him wanting to get rid of me at all. I traced my nose up the side of his. “If I hadn’t met you then I’d still be looking for my Mr Perfect,” I whispered, kissing him again.
I felt him smile against my lips so I pulled back and sat up, straddling him, sitting on his stomach. “You think I’m perfect?” he asked, looking at me cockily, trailing one finger up my leg slowly, making my hormones start to spike.
I laughed and shook my head. “No actually. You’re a messy math nerd,” I replied, grinning at his put out face. “You snore, you leave the toilet seat up, and you can’t cook. Nope, Mr Morris, you aren’t perfect at all,” I teased, sticking my tongue out at him.
He smirked at me and grabbed my waist, pushing me down on the bed and rolling on top of me, crushing all of my college applications under us as he pinned me down. “Well you’re way to clean. You always leave the toilet seat down so I have to put it up again. You eat disgusting cereal for breakfast, and you suck at math,” he replied, pressing himself to me tighter. “But all of those things make you perfect in my eyes, Cutie,” he finished.
“Aww, Will, that’s so sweet,” I moaned.
He smiled. “I love all of those things. I love every single thing about you, even the bad things,” he cooed. “Wait, actually, there is one thing that I don’t love about you,” he said, frowning at me thoughtfully. I winced and waited for him to tell me I was too whiney or immature or something. His eyes were locked on mine as he spoke again, “You always wear too many damn clothes.”
I burst out laughing as he frowned at the shirt I was wearing. “You’re such a pervert! Maybe we should have one day a week where we just don’t wear clothes at all. Just walk around all day butt naked. We could call it naked Saturday or something,” I suggested, wrapping my arms around his neck tightly.
“Naked weekends are better,” he chirped, grinning excitedly.
I smiled and nodded. “Naked weekends are definitely better. I’ll check my diary and see if I can pencil you in for next week,” I teased, gripping my hand into the back of his hair.
“Great,” he whispered, kissing me softly. I sighed contentedly and closed my eyes, just taking in the luxury of being in this man’s arms. I still wasn’t used to it, I didn’t think I’d ever be used it, I hoped I never took it for granted. He pulled out of the kiss and put his forehead to mine. “Apply to your dream school,” he begged, his nose brushing against mine. “Just apply, that’s all. Then, if you get accepted and still don’t want to go there, then don’t. Just don’t throw away the option. Please?”
I reluctantly agreed. I had no doubt in my mind though that if I did get accepted, that I would reject the place. I wasn’t moving to New York, and that was final. I didn’t care how much he gave me the puppy dog face. But if it ended this conversation, I’d apply. It couldn’t do any harm. If filling in a couple of forms and writing a couple of essays, stopped us talking about it, then I was all up for that.
He physically relaxed on top of me, his shoulders loosened, a beautiful smile stretched across his face. “Thank you, Cutie,” he whispered, kissing me again. I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, crushing his body against mine. My excitement peaked as his weight pressed my down into the soft mattress.
My hands roamed his body, slipping under his T-shirt, my fingers tracing across his back as he continued to kiss me as if he could devour my soul. Every kiss from Will literally made my toes curl up in ecstasy. It was beautiful. His kissing was almost poetic. I was a seriously lucky girl.
“So, about this naked weekend…” he trailed off, cupping my face and kissing the tip of my nose.
I smiled. Was he serious about that? I was joking when I suggested it! I bet the damn pervert makes me do that now too! What have I gotten myself into? “What about it?” I asked, my voice barely working as my mind wandered to his body, his perfection just on show for forty-eight blissful hours. Actually, I hoped he does make us go through with it.
He sighed. “It’ll have to start from Saturday night I’m afraid. I have something I need to do during the day so I can’t see you,” he said, shrugging as he pushed himself up off of me, sitting next to me on the bed.
I frowned at his comment. Will and I always spent Saturday daytime together. What was he doing that meant I couldn’t see him? “Oh really? What are you up to?” I asked, trying not to sound like an obsessive whiney girlfriend because he was blowing me off for the day.
He smiled and shrugged. “I have some shopping to do. A girl I know has a birthday coming up so I need to get her a present.”
Wait, he’s blowing me off so he can buy me a birthday present? Well that sucks! I pouted and pushed myself up too, moving so I could sit up on his lap, facing him. “What if this girl you know, doesn’t want anything for her birthday?” I countered, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He laughed and flicked my nose, rolling his eyes playfully. “Tough luck for her I guess.”
I sighed dramatically. “Will, don’t buy me anything. I don’t want you to spend your money on me,” I insisted, pouting at him again. I really didn’t want a present from him, his time and company were more than I could wish for.
He ran his hand down my back, stopping when he got to my ass, one of his hands pushed down the back of my jeans, his finger stroking across the material of my panties, making my whole body ache with need. “I’m getting you a present, Cutie. It’s not every day that your girlfriend turns eighteen. It’s a special birthday, one you should remember forever. I want to get you something that you can keep and remember too,” he explained, shrugging. “Is there anything you actually want for your birthday? I mean, I have something I want to get you,
but if there’s something you want me to get then I’ll get that too.” He looked at me curiously.
His whole speech about my birthday being special and how I would remember it forever, made me want just one thing. If there was one thing that would make my birthday special, it was him. All of him.
I traced my finger across the line of his jaw as I wondered how to phrase it without me sounding like some sort of nymphomaniac or something. “There is actually one thing that I want. And you’re the only one that can give it to me,” I flirted, kissing the base of his throat.
“And what’s that?” he croaked huskily. I moved up and nibbled on the edge of his jaw. His grip on me tightened. “Chloe, shit, I love it when you do that,” he moaned breathlessly. I smiled proudly and kissed across to his ear, nipping his earlobe gently before I spoke.
“I want to spend my birthday with you. I want one night where we forget everyone else; I want one night where we put everything to one side and just be Will and Chloe. I want one night where we have no rules and no boundaries. That’s the only thing I want for my birthday,” I whispered.
He groaned and I pulled back to look at him curiously, praying he would go for it. If there was one thing that would make my eighteenth birthday as special as could be, it would be to have every single part of Will, body, mind and spirit.
“That’s-” he started, frowning, looking like he was choosing his words carefully.
Disappointment settled in the pit of my stomach because he was about to say no. I didn’t blame him really, that wasn’t what we agreed on. We’d already stretched the rules a lot further than he wanted to, and yet here was me pushing a little further. I was being selfish by asking. I should think about what I was asking of him. He didn’t want to compromise himself again like that, so I really shouldn’t have asked, I knew that.
