The Devil's Pawn

Chapter 11

Trenton pressed his lips against mine one more time before pulling away. His hands slide out of my shirt and off my body as he took a step back.

                I bit my lip, not saying anything. I stepped down, not realizing that I had been standing on the tips of my toes. I braced the palms of my hands against the counter, taking in a deep breath.

                “Come on, let’s go get something to eat.” He said, heading out of the bathroom.

                “I’ll… I’ll meet you there.” I breathed out. He shrugged.

                I waited until I heard his footsteps echo down the stairs.

                I took another deep breath, running a hand through my curls.

                “I just kissed Trenton.” I whispered, looking in the mirror. I felt… different. Whether it be good or bad, I simply did not feel the same. I studied my face, looking for some change in my appearance.

                My skin was pale, the darkness of my hair contrasting strongly. I had the same eyes I’d always had, the same nose and lips. Everything looked the same.

                Running a hand through my hair once more, I stepped back, straightening his shirt. I wanted to change into something I could wear, but I didn’t know what.

                I walked quietly into his bedroom. I could hear Trenton messing around downstairs as I walked into his room, closing the door behind me. Opening his closet, I examined the choices before me.

                Ten minutes later, I walked out of his room, buttoning up the last of the buttons on one of Trenton’s flannel shirts.

                Dressed in a pair of his jeans clearly too small for him and a back flannel shirt, I finally looked decent enough to walk down. I would have preferred to wear something underneath the flannel aside from my bra, but I made do with what I had.

                I walked into the kitchen to see Trenton at the table with a bowl of cereal. He had set an empty one at the chair opposite his, leaving the box and milk still out.

                I took a seat, pouring in the food.

                “Nice outfit.” He mumbled, taking a bite.

                “Sorry, I didn’t think you’d mind me borrowing it.” I said apologetically “I don’t think the jeans would fit you anyways.”

                He didn’t say anything, chewing.

                “What time is it?” I asked, breaking the silence that had fallen between us.

                “Ten-something.”

                “Oh.”

                Mom wouldn’t start calling until noon. I was still on the safe side. For now.

                The silence formed once again, growing increasingly uncomfortable. I didn’t know what to say. What do you do after someone steals your first male-to-female kiss from you when you told them not to?

                Apparently you say nothing.

                “I’ll return the clothes Monday morning.” I promised.