Eternal Between

Chapter One

I planted a kiss on the captain of the football team, Ian. His jawbone was sharpened and his slim muscle body hovered over mine. Bra was unhooked and legs wrapped around his waist as the music blasted in the background. Red plastic cups, chips, and liquid bottles scattered across the floor. The stench of marijuana lingered in the air.

If my mom knew, she would be pissed off at my life choices and to be honest I would be pissed off at myself too. Ever since my aunt passed away from colon cancer, my whole demeanor has changed. The group of friends, making out with different guys each week, and something I thought I would never do is, marijuana.

I used to be the class president, volunteer at nursing home, and help my mom in the garden. The principal evoked my class president role after I spray painted a mural on one of his office room's wall. I was trying to do a nice thing and give him art in a boring plain office. There's a part of me that wishing I could take back all the things I've done or said but at the same time I don't really care. Is that shitty of me to say? I'm not sure.

"Should we take this to the bed?" Ian asked. He was stumbling over his words and the smell of whiskey and marijuana followed behind. He was dreamy; his blue ocean eyes, long narrow nose, and Cupid bow lips.

"Eyes up here big boy," I spoke softly. His lips were attached to my neck and my fingers brushed against his shoulders' blade. He looked back up and glared into my round oval green eyes. 

"I can feel your bra unhooked," he snarled. His face dug into my neck once more. Pleasure flow through my body as he nipped at the sweet spot. "It seems to me that you want what I want."

"You caught me," I mumble. I guided him to the closest empty room of the house. My eyes glanced at the laundry room and grinned. "Here."

In all honesty, I really didn't want to do this. I had to cave in and go with the flow.

His strong arms picked me up and my back met with the wall behind the old time washer and dryer. My arms fold behind my head and legs were around his waist. My C cup bra was already slung across the small room and flopped on the barn sliding door. My eyes glared up and onto his, my mind began to wonder if he regret what we about to do. His eyes were glaring at my ladies. All eyes on them. The eyes didn't move a muscle.

It been five minutes and time seemed to been stopped in some way. Only clothing that was off was my bra and his shirt. His body was shaking and he was speechless.

"I'm sorry. I can't do this," he bursted out crying and handed me my bra.

Thanks God, I mumbled under my breath. I thanked him and watched his mood change. I hooked the bra in the back and smiled. "Hey, it's okay Ian. I'm not mad."

"I didn't realize until now, staring at those and thought of releasing sperm in a vagina is nerve whacking..for me. I can't speak for all guys."

"It's totally okay, Ian," I spoke. He helped me down the washer and guided me out the door. "Thank you mister captain."

He shrugged and grinned took over his expression. "That's my name don't wear it out."

A loud burst of laughter flowed through his mouth and followed by my bad influence friends; Monica and Piper.

"Look what the cat brought to us," Monica chuckled and held tightly against her red solo cup filled with Bloody Mary.

"I see!" Piper's voice was loud and displeasing.

They been my so called friends for a year or two now. You can say that Monica loves to resemble Regina from her favorite movie and act out the scenes. And Piper, she's always monkey see monkey do whatever Monica does.

Breath. Sleep. Repeat.

You may be wondering why are they my so called friends if they are rude to me. To tell you the truth...I'm not sure. They wanted to be friends after daring me to spray painted Mrs Douglas's 2004 Toyota. It was either that or eat worms. Mrs Douglas was a wonderful sweet lady and was in her mid 60s. She understood why I did it but she was very upset with me, a used to be star student.

The party held over three hundred classmates, celebrating Senior year. We all are stoked to enter senior year. After this shit hole, we all will go our separate ways into adulthood. Multi colors lights were hung as a trim around the living room, Regina living room to be exact. Cups were scatter across the tables and floors and pump up music was playing.

The party died down after Ian left and so did he.