"Riannan, it's not your fault. You couldn't have known that she would drink. Don't blame yourself for this," he urged.
"But it's my fault," I said, the tears in my voice.
He wiped the water away with his thumb.
"Riannan, what we do could change everything. And yeah, if you had gotten home a little bit sooner, you might have been able to stop her. But you might not have been able to. Who knows how long she had the bottle? It's not something that you can predict. No one knows what would have happened if you had just gotten home sooner. So don't blame yourself. If you want to point the finger, point it at the guy who sold alcohol to a pregnant woman," he said.
I, strangely, felt a little bit better.
"It's not your fault, Ree," he whispered, his face close to mine.
I let go of the chain on the swing and pulled him to me by his shirt. He pressed his lips to mine, short but sweet. I bit my lip to stop the laughter.
"What?" he asked, nudging me with his elbow.
"You make me feel better, just by kissing me," I said.
"That's cause I'm just that amazing," he said, making me smile.
He kissed me again, making my heart race.
"Thank you," he said.
"For what?" I asked.
"For giving me a chance," he said.
"I'm glad I did," I whispered, my forehead agianst his.
"Me, too," he said softly before talking louder. "So how do you feel about me?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, laughing.
"Well, for that little period of time between now and after you forgave me, I was really low on my self confidence about that," he said.
"And now your the smug little bastard that we know today," I said, laughing.
"Oh happy day," he said. "But seriously, how do you feel about me?"
"I-" I couldn't say it.
"What?" he asked with a teasing voice. "You're in loooooooove with me?"
"No, but I'm close," I blurted out.
I instantly regreted opening my mouth, but now there was no turning back. It was hung open in shock.
"Good, cause I'm close, too," he said, closing my lips with his.
His lips moved in sync with mine. The kiss was so passionate, I was embarrassed that Max could look over and see his sister making out with a guy on the swings. I could feel my toes and fingertips tingling.
"Thank God for our pissed off Chemistry teacher," I said before knotting my fingers in his hair and kissing him again.
"Nicky and ReeRee, sittin' in a tree," Kyle chanted.
Both of us pulled away and looked back.
"Ky, what are you doing here??" I demanded, smiling at the brown haired boy in front of me.
"Dominic called me. Told me what's going on," he said, grimly.
"Thanks Kyle, and Dominic just cheered me up," I said, attempting to joke around.
"Yeah, I can see that," he said, holding out his arms.
Tears filled my eyes, and I rushed into Kyle's bear hug.
YOU ARE READING
Losing ControlTeen Fiction
Riannan's life was spent watching her five year old brother since her mother was too busy passing out at bars and hooking up with twenty-year olds to do it herself. Living in a run down apartment and working two jobs to stay there was hard work for...