The next couple of weeks were pure hell for me. Not only was I not allowed to see the love of my life, but I was grounded. Meaning no phone, no TV, and no going out. I was only allowed to study and read. I didn't know Dad could be this strict. It was really bothering me that he showed so much anger towards Zoey, and he hadn't even got to know him. The only time I was able to talk to my boyfriend, was during school.
I walked into my 2nd period class, and took my seat in the front. The familiar smell of Axe filled my nose as he slid into the seat next to me. I laid my head on his chest and quietly played with his fingers while the teacher began her lesson. He kissed the top of my head and slowly rubbed my side. I missed him so much. I haven't gotten a good night sleep in weeks because I haven't woken up in his arms. I sighed heavily and let go of his hands and started taking notes. 45 minutes later, the class ended. As the bell sounded off, I gathered my things to go to my next class.
Before I could walk out the door, Zoey grabbed my arm. I turned to face him trying to avoid his gaze, knowing it would only make me more upset. He held my chin up the tears immediately fell from my eyes. He sighed and pulled me closer to him, allowing me to cry into his chest. He whispered sweet nothings into my ear and rubbed my back until my cries ended. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and sighed, pushing a piece of my hair behind my ear.
"I miss you as much as you miss me baby girl." He sighed, placing his forehead against mine.
"Well let's just skip school for today." I suggested, sniffling. "Go down to the lake and just hang out for the rest of the day."
"Sounds fine to me." He shrugged. "I ain't held you in my arms in a minute."
"I know right." I groaned. "Let's go."
I grabbed his hand and hurried towards the large exit doors. We got into his car and started driving down to the lake. When we got there, he set up the trunk and we laid down and listened to the calming sound of each other breathing and the sounds of the various insects flying about.
"Your dad is tripping man." Zoey sighed. "I ain't done nothing to hurt you, and I ain't never disrespected him until he disrespected me."
"He has no right to be overprotective." I mumbled. "He missed out on my entire childhood, so he can't be super dad all of a sudden."
"True." Zoey nodded. "You need to talk to him, make him realize you ain't that same little girl he bailed out on 12 years ago."
"I haven't talked to him since he told me I couldn't see you in more." I said to him. "And I don't plan on talking to him any time soon."
"Ay baby, I'm tired of us moping around and shit." He sat up. "I ain't seen that cute ass smile of yours in weeks."
"I don't feel like smiling." I groaned and covered my face.
"Does the tickle monster need to make an appearance todayyyyy?" He moved my hands and held them above my head with one hand.
"Don't you dare Zoey." I glared at him.
With his free hand, he started tickling me, causing me to laugh uncontrollably. Tears filled my eyes trying to pull away from him. He stopped and chuckled, leaning down close to my face, brushing his lips over mine. I placed my right arm around him and placed my left hand against his face, pressing my lips against his. His tongue slowly eased it's way into my mouth, rolling over mine, causing me to whimper. Zoey flipped us over, laying me on top of him. His hands ran down my back and firmly began to grip my butt. I moaned into his mouth feeling him move my hips against his.
After a few minutes of that, he flipped us back over, caressing my entire body. He pulled away from my lips and attacked the sweet spots on my neck. I moaned and ran my fingers through his thick head of hair. I gasped, feeling his cold hand slip up under the skirt I sported. His fingers ran over my lower area, causing me to lay my head back and close my eyes, entering a pleasure filled paradise. His fingers slipped in between my "lips", giving me nothing but pleasure. My eyes shot open feeling two of his slender fingers enter me. My face scrunched up feeling nothing but pain as his fingers moved in and out of me.
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