The prom is stunning. They went with the whole classic Baroque look. There are twinkling lights strung everywhere even in the fake trees, concrete benches far and wide to sit and chat, white and black balloons, the dj is killing it with something you would hear on Jersey Shore. I can’t help but pretend it’s Pauly D up there. Toby is dashing in his white tux with black accents. He looks so very handsome, he wasn’t happy when he saw the wristlet Rome had given me. He just dropped my hand, grabbed the other one, and muttered a bunch of crap I chose to ignore. His was pretty as well, however, it didn’t match at all. It was an off pink carnation. Didn’t he know pink was a friend color? No way was it ok, unless I had on a pink dress, which I did not. Oh well, nothing is raining on my parade. For the first time ever, I feel like I may be even prettier than Amandolette but I would never say such out loud.
“Aghmuhgawd Rory, everything is so perfect. The room, the music, and girl thank you for setting up this whole date. I swear to King Kong when we are dancing and I run my ass across him I can feel his mutherfreakin dong, like it’s about to ram through my ass! No joke. He is all up on me, I swear if it keeps up imma give that juicy, yummy, hunk man something to ram into.” I can’t believe the jealousy that rips through me. I have to contain myself from reaching over and slapping this bitch. I mean my friend. What is wrong with me? “You’re welcome” was all I could muster. She notices it immediately “Hey are you ok? I asked you Rory, I asked and you said it was ok. Don’t do this. Don’t make me feel guilty for wanting to rub on a little piece of heaven. That boy right there is as good as it gets, he is my Zac Efron!” I know she is serious because she would cut off her left boob to get her nails dug into Zac. As much as it pains me, I shrug her off “It’s not you Mando, I swear, I am glad you and Rome are having fun. Just wish I could say the same” and I point over to the table 2 down from ours. “Are you kidding me? Has he been down there the entire time? Why is he sitting by plastic bitch Ashley? Oh hell to the no, I’m about to go gangsta, superstar up in this bitch.” She says stomping over towards them before I can even say anything to her. She already has her earrings out and her shoes are being kicked off by the time she gets to the table. This is why I love that girl to Pluto and back. “Tobias, sorry ass, West are you fuckin serious?” swinging her hands around the table and lingering on Ashley “You over here all chitty chatty with bitch Mccatty? Dude you are about to get stole on! Do you hear me? Seriously, Like I am about to go all Chula, fuckin locoooo. Do you hear me matha fucka?” I can’t help but snicker she is so mad, she has went through every persona she has and wrapped it up marvelously in her crazy Mexican lingo. She really is pissed. About the time she grabs Toby’s arm to jerk him up Ashley pipes in, oh no. “Mando, why are you being so crazy anyways? You know he belongs over here.” dear night Ashley is asking for it. Amandolette is the only girl in the whole school higher up on the totem pole than Ashley. She is the only one who rules the halls without a clique because everyone loves her. Snapping her hand over towards Ashley in a close it motion she rips in to her. “Aintcha ugly ass got knocked the fuck out enough this year, you frumpy looking, douche discharge umpa lumpa, twat snot ? I swear you will never learn. If Rory wasn’t over there deciding how to break up with Toby right now, she would have came over here already, and snatch a knot in your twat. Which may be a good thing because then the guys would stop coming up missing after their dates with you. I already told you tie a rope to them before they jump off in that.” throwing her hands down towards the middle of her legs. I busted out laughing at Ashley’s facial expression. Served! And all the while Toby is staring at me teary eyed and scared. To be honest his attitude is kind of getting old. He acts like he can’t survive without me, yet never seems to be around. He is like a weak strong man, an oxymoron if you will, or some crazy bi-personality ass hat. I’m starting to think it’s a ploy to mess up my head. By this time, the ever presen,t Rome is standing behind me with both hands on my shoulders rubbing them. “Don’t be upset Princess, you deserve better. Wanna dance?” I roll my eyes at Toby and turn to take Rome’s hand, heading to the floor. Mando will finish what she started and be back to steal him soon. This may be the only dance I get tonight with him or well anyone since Toby has been at that table for the entire 45 minutes we had been there. I have a month left with Toby and this is what happens.
It’s dark out and it’s a good thing, I don’t want to see Toby’s face. He is taking me home after Mando came and stole Rome away before the end of the song, telling me she fixed it. I smiled and made my way over to where Toby waited with a clenched jaw. I could tell Rome didn’t want to let me go. Just like I could tell he didn’t gush all over Amandolette in her dress like he did me. Now that I think about it, Rome always gushes over everything I do. I huff and roll my eyes at the memory from 30 minutes ago. “Aurora, are you hearing anything I say?” I turn to look at Toby for the first time since I got in the truck. “What could you possibly have to say to me now after nothing all night? Don’t give me your crap either, I kind of think I am sick of it. Obviously nothing about me appeals to you unless it’s inside this truck with your hand up my shirt.” It’s a low blow, I know he cares but I am pissed. He passes my turn off and I know he is headed to the old billboard. Our spot. We haven’t been to one of our spots in weeks. He wants to fix this or end it but either way I will know how to move on after tonight. I don’t even know if I care anymore. That’s when I realize Rome is a crutch for me. Because all I can think is when Rome gets home he will come over and lounge around with me and I will never really be alone. I will always have him my best guy friend eva.
Chapter Fourteen
Sitting up on the tailgate I can’t help but hate it. I wanted to climb the ladder up closer to, my star my Saige. I feel so lost right now. All I have wanted for weeks was time with Toby. I just wanted to hug him and tell him about the day. I wanted to be like every other normal couple and here I sit beside him and neither of us says anything for a long time.
“I hate him Rory.” hum that wasn’t what I thought I would hear. “After tonight that’s what you have to say Tobias? Wow!” I used his real name and he noticed, I saw the cringe on his face. “He came to hang with us, so you could see he is like a brother to me and what do you do? You hang all over your ex the whole night, so you know what I bet he hates you to Toby. Well I take that back, I bet he doesn’t, because he isn’t like that, but I know he dislikes you right now because you are causing me pain. Obviously you don’t understand that.” I jump down to the ground and start kicking at the loose gravel with my new pumps. All the times I spent with Toby playing through my mind trying to put it all into perspective. Trying to see his side of the story, I hated him being around Ashley but he had dated her, as where Rome and I have never crossed any relationship lines. Rome saved my life why can’t Toby understand that? “He looks at you like you’re a glass of water and he has been lost in the dessert for years, his face changes when you talk to him, he touches you nonstop, and when you walk his eyes follow you. It’s like he always knows where you are, what you’re thinking, and always knows what you need, I know you don’t look at him that way because you look at me that way. But he wants what is mine and it kills me because he has a part of you that not even I can get to. I hate him!” Toby is seething, I don’t care. The word mine keeps playing in my head, over and over. I’m not Rome’s and I’m not Toby’s what the crap is his deal right now? “Toby are you on drugs? He wants what is yours? YOURS! Since when am I an object? If I belong to anyone it is I …I AM MINE and don’t you ever forget that!” I can’t even see straight now. I am stomping around, swinging my arms, and jabbering so crazy even my own mind can’t comprehend what’s going on. “John Lennon’s first girlfriend, her name was Thelma Pickles. Did you know that?” Toby looks at me like I have lost my mind “What’s that matter Rory? My God, I am trying to save us and your thinking about music legends? Go figure you never take anything serious except your job and brother. Not even school.” Boy this is getting ba
d I, don’t know why he can’t except this flaw I have, I just ramble but he doesn’t understand that. It’s a nervous habit, he doesn’t get it because he doesn’t even know me, he thinks I am just a clueless, trailer tramp. “Fuck you, Toby.” and I go to stomp off with tears in my eyes. I hear him gasp and think he is hurt, I turn back towards him. Down on his knees again, hands clasped together like he is begging for his life. “Aurora, wait please, wait on me. I will figure it out, I swear to you. Please just wait. I can’t do this without you and I just, I just feel like I am losing you to someone who isn’t me. I want to do good for myself so I can take care of you. Please see that baby, please see how stressed I am, and I try so hard to please everyone. My dad requires football so I play, my mom wants her good boy with a church background I go, teachers expect the happy go lucky all American boy. I smile even when I can’t find a reason to. Then you all you want is me and I can’t figure out how to do it because Rome is always around. My coaches and family are on me like crazy and all I think about is if he is at your house rubbing your sore feet, because you deserve that, and I never give it to you anymore. Rory I love you so much, please see that. I am trying and for you, it’s you! Even if you aren’t mine, I am yours.” He crumbles holding on to my shoes kissing my ankles. How did I ever question his love for me? I bend down and cup his cheek, pulling his tear stained eyes up to mine. “Toby, I love you.” and I smile at him. It’s all I can do. Toby stands and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He looks so sexy with his tie undone, hanging around his neck. He sits me on the tailgate and kisses up my leg starting at my ankle. “Rory you deserve the best in this world. You are so kind, caring, and loving. You aren’t judgmental and you are so forgiving.” He says while soaking my body in his kisses, moving his hands up the front of my dress. I get the urge to stop his hands, they are high enough, but he is weak right now and he needs to know I love him. He climbs in the back of the truck with me and pushes us towards the cab. All while running his hands up around my waist, pushing my dress up even higher, rubbing all over the outside of my black lacey panties, his thumbs are rubbing the edge if he coughed his fingers would slip right in no problem. I can’t help the ball of nerves I have, I don’t want to do this. I can’t do this, I am not ready. I tense up but he doesn’t notice. I close my eyes and take a few deep breathes willing myself to calm down. Toby works his way up, hands on my face “Your beautiful baby. Your eyes are so amazing, the first time I ever saw you, I belonged to you.” Kissing my face and down my collar bone. I can’t help the groan that escapes me, it does feel good. I can do face and neck. I hear my zipper of my dress as it slides down, Toby jumps up and opens the door to the truck. He comes back and hands me a hoodie and throws a pair of jersey shorts down beside me in the truck. “You may get cool out here and this is way more comfy.” he says winking. I slide the dress down to my waist and slide the hoodie on zipping the front up. “Done” he turns back and smiles. I didn’t change to the shorts ye,t he dropped them a little too far down. He is back in the truck pushing me down on my back, showering me all over my neck and face with sweet gentle kisses constantly telling me how he loves me and why. He unzips the hoodie so his hand can slide in. “Damn bab,y I love this bra! I didn’t even think you had one on.” I forgot about the black strapless bra. If he found out it matched my panties I would be in trouble soon. Next thing I know his mouth is on my nipple and I clench, I didn’t expect it. Toby is waiting for marriage, what is he doing? “Toobb Tobyyy stop. I thought we can’t you said uhhh, we are waiting. Remember?” he looks up at me, nipple still in mouth. Pop! He is running his tongue all over it. “Rory I love you and you love me. That wonn’t change. Nothing will change but your last name.” I just stare, fighting the squirm I have going on because my body is refusing to listen to me, and it wants more. I huff out and fall back. “Not all the way Toby. I will do anything except all the way, I am not ready.” He smiles and his tongue darts out again. I feel him tugging at my dress and I lift my legs. I told him not all the way, he will respect that. I felt his hand again. His tongue is relentless, wow my back arches again and I moan. It feels so good. He has one hand cupping my breast and squeezing, one hand circling my throbbing clit, and his tongue is running slowly down my stomach. “Anything, right baby? Please trust me I want you and I want this. I am going to miss you so bad when I leave. Baby please give me this memory to hold on to please. It’s just you and me forever baby, I swear” I almost say yes and instead he uses that second to flick my throbbing clit and I scream “Oh Toby, please.” I meant please do it again but he took it as Oh TOBY FUCK ME LONG TIME and I don’t know how to stop it. Before I know it, he has my dress off around my legs, and his fingers are slamming into me hard. He is being way to aggressive and it kind of hurts but I figure I can ride it out, you know give and take a little. I squirm again and “Oh yea” slips between my lips before I can stop it. I am trying to think about other things, while he power drives my vagina like it’s a sidewalk being destroyed, and I don’t even realize it’s not his hand anymore. I know! I should be able to tell the difference right. Right? My mind was so worked up on trying to block to minor pain it totally “SLIPPED” by me. When I realized what was going on I tried to push myself out from under him “Oh Toby, Stop!” but my ‘oh’ came out a little more ragged from the struggle and he took it and my pushing as ‘Go Faster’ I guess, I confused him or something. A sharp pain pushes its way through me a few seconds later “Ohhhh” and like that he stops moving. Finally, he figured out he is hurting me. I try to push out again and he pulls me into a tight hug. That’s when I notice it. He didn’t stop, he finished! I can feel the heated cum pouring inside me, I can feel the jerky movement, just barely down below. There was no controlling the tremors and silent tears that took over. I started crying my eyes out right there. “Rory you were perfect.” He pulls back, and only then realizes I am crying and shaking. “What’s wrong?” I take the opportunity of him moving and push him off. I scoot to the top of the truck bed, lean back against the cab, and pull my knees in close to me. “I told you not all the way.” He jerks back like I slapped him. “What the hell Rory? You said that but then you said” and he makes his voice all high pitched trying to mimic me “OH YES TOBY PLEASE TOBY!” making rapid hand movements. “Don’t you start that shit Rory, you’re no victim here. You wanted it, just like I did.” he jumps from the truck and finishes zipping his pants. I reach for the shorts he threw at me earlier and pull them on. “I didn’t mean do that, I mean do what you were doing with your mouth!” I scream at him. We make our way to the truck and when I climb in I don’t move over near him, I just stare out the window. “I’m sorry Rory I didn’t know you meant that. I thought you wanted it. It felt like you did. I mean how am I supposed keep up with you, it’s like you’re on a bipolar, roller coaster or some shit all the time.” I never acknowledged him and just kept looking at the window the rest of the way home. As he slows to let me jump I hear “Call you tomorrow.” I just jump actually falling to my knees because my mind is elsewhere. He didn’t stop. I bet he never even looked back. He stopped tapping the brakes a long time ago.
Chapter Fifteen
“What do you mean Jim?” crushing the paper in my hand. “Yes I know it’s late but the water isn’t coming on and I know the bills paid. I need water I have to shower. I have work tomorrow!” Jim makes me sick, he is that guy in the park at the very back with the spray painted American flag trailer. I have never seen him in anything except a stained up wife beater, blue cutoffs, loafers that look more like house shoes, and for some reason he is always wearing these stupid lion ears attached to a head band. Something about being the king of the jungle…I don’t know, he is just a dumbass. Jim has obviously lost his marbles. Then again his yard shows that. He has a hoarding problem when it comes in plastic kiddie pools, pink plastic flamingo’s, and duck decoys. “Oh dear night Jim, I swear you’re the worst superintendant I have ever had. Trust me that’s pretty dang sad.” I slam the phone shut. I can’t
even believe I wasted my minutes, if he weren’t so wrapped up in nascar or his trashy wife. I mean come on the 80’s called, they want their clothes back! Flo runs around here acting like she is 30 instead of pushing 50. She wears these old pants that she cut off and a tube top. Her eyes seem to always have blobs of blue shadow splattered on and those red heels that have more scuffs than a pair of skateboarders vans. Do not get me started on that teased up to the sky hair or fishnet tops she tends to wear over the tube top sometimes. She chases the drunken boys, while Jim chases her. It’s so gross.
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