Expectations

one

I can't believe him. It felt like my heart was being wrenched out of my chest. He was days away from never having to see me again and he left one final mark on me. Everyone says, 'teenagers don't know real love,' but who actually knows the exact feeling of love, Romeo and Juliet? My parents? Troy Aikman and Joe Buck? We don't know what love is suppose to be. The "expectation" of love. But we do know what it is not. That is what pushed me to the table with bottles of amber liquid. I poured myself a large amount of God knows what and downed it. My face pinched and I reached for another. I went more steadily on this one. I took a lap around the house full of sweaty bodies dancing all over each other. I noticed a familiar face, or what resembled one. Brett Adams. The golden boy. A god among men. He was eyeing me with a look I cannot describe, due to my inebriated state. I walked closer to him and he smiled.

"Hey Thea-" He began. I stopped whatever slur of word vomit that was about to show itself by slamming my mouth on his. I dropped my cup in exchange for placing my hands on his shoulders. He took a moment to react, by pressing me against the wall that he was previously leaning against. We were isolated from the crowd, but not that much. We pulled apart to catch our breath.

"What's this about?" Brett sounded sober to me, and I was only a little buzzed.

"I just need to forget. Can you do that for me?" I asked. He nodded began leaving hot kisses on my neck. Even though this was just a really nice rebound, it felt nice, like small electrical buzzes all over. I did used to have a crush on the boy who was currently leading me down the hall, into what I guessed was his room. I kicked off my shoes, making me even shorter than the giant looming over me.

He pressed his lips against mine again and slid his hands under my shirt. I helped him by completely pulling it off, followed by his shirt. Brett must like slamming me against walls, he showed me by pushing my body against the door, partly for my gain and partly to close it. I smiled against his lips, and took the opportunity to begin kissing down my neck, my chest, my stomach, and then back up. Brett pulled back and looked at me in the eyes. They had a fire in them that excited me.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked. I nodded. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was gently placed on the bed and I was able to forget for several hours.

***

I woke up, sore, in a foreign bed. I checked under the sheets to see that I was naked.

"Shit," I cursed under my breath. I searched the floor and I was able to identify the things I has worn the previous night. I turned to look beside me to see Brett Adams sound asleep, shirtless, and presumably not wearing anything else. I got out of bed, and located my pants and undergarments. I quickly pulled on my pants, turning to check if Brett was perving on me. As I was clasping my bra, I heard a groan from the bed. I quickly scanned the floor for my shirt.

"Hey," Brett said in his morning voice. God, that was hot. I turned around, still only wearing a bra on my top half and gave him a smile that didn't reach my eyes.

"Hi," I squeaked out. I finally found my shirt and began to walk over to the door, where it has resided. I turned around to see Brett looming over me, in boxers, thankfully. "Jesus Fuck, don't sneak up on someone like that!"

"It's my house Thea, I can do whatever I want," He replied.

"Wow, you actually know my name," I retorted as I pulled my tank top over my head. My shoes were right behind him.

"Of course, I know your name. You were every one of my classes sophomore year, except you were in band, while I was in film. I make it a point to learn about the prettiest girl in the room."