Confessions

Prologue

Six months ago...

I hurriedly grabbed a thin jacket from the coat rack in the foyer, tossing it over my shoulder.

"Where are you going now?" My mother asked brazenly. I sighed. I didn't want to fight with her tonight. Our fights always ended with her empty threats to send me to New York with my aunt Savannah, every year since I started high school.

"Alex is picking me up, we are going on a date," I said, shifting my weight to my other leg, crossing my arms.

"You're still with him?" She scoffed, sipping her wine. "A girl like you, shouldn't be with a guy like that." She huffed, burning me with her gaze.

"What is that supposed to mean mom? A girl like me?" I shot back, tucking my long thick brown curls behind my ear.

"Well, you know what I meant. He's too good looking for you." I scoffed, my anger starting to boil.

"What am I not good-looking enough?" I snapped back, reaching for the door. "How can you say that to me, you're supposed to be my mother." She smirked, sipping her wine causally.

"Honey, you're not a cheerleader." She said coolly, making my anger flare.

"Well, at least I'm not a bitch. No wonder dad left you." I lash back, pulling the front door open, slamming it loudly. I really couldn't believe my mother sometimes. It was like she got off on treating me like shit. I know that was wrong of me to say. My dad was a raging alcoholic, he didn't just leave my mother. He left my brother and me as well. She knew I was a great student. I had all A's last semester and I even picked up a part-time job last summer. She was a piece of work, my mother, sometimes I just wanted to hate her.

Alex was parked outside in his black Chevy pickup truck. The music blaring from his speakers, I opened the door, pulling myself up into the passenger seat.

"Hey, babe." His silky voice purred, giving me a quick kiss on my cheek, turning the music down. Alex was wearing a tight black tee that clung to his smooth pale skin. A pair of dark blue jeans were gripping his thighs.

'Hi." I mumbled shortly, clicking my seatbelt on.

"What's wrong?" He furrowed a brow, pulling onto the street. I sighed, pulling at my curls.

"My mother, she's just so ignorant sometimes." He grabbed my hand, stroking my palm.

"I'm sorry, well at least you're with me." He smiled, biting his lip. I nodded, gripping his hand tighter. He turned into the best diner in town, Pop's.

"Hope you're hungry." He said, parking his truck. I loved the way he always tried to make me feel better, after arguments with my mother.

After we finished dinner Alex took us to the quarry. The stars blanketed the sky, the moon's light casting over us. He laid out a blanket on the huge rock that overlooked the darkness inside the quarry. I hopped up on the rock, my shorts sliding up my thick thighs as I sat. Alex hopped up in one quick motion, his long legs dangling off the rock.

"You look beautiful tonight." He softly whispered into my skin, tucking a curl behind my ear, cupping my face. I blushed heavily, grabbing his hand, nudging against it.

"Thank you, you always know how to make me feel better." I smile, pulling his face into mine. Our lips intertwined, I let out a soft moan as his tongue clashed against mine. He tasted like sweet chocolate and mint, probably from the shake at dinner. He pulled me in, his hand wrapping to the back of my neck. He pulled back. His hazel eyes locked on mine. He smirked, propping himself up on his forearms, gazing at the stars.