Steve's eyes looked over the burnette girl in his t-shirt wrapped in the sheets of his bed. In fact, the only thing in the room that wasn't officially his was her. He so desperately wanted her to be. He not only had he caught feeling for her. He was completely in love with her.
He noticed little things like her snoring was in a pattern. It didn't happen evertime she took a breath. He noticed the goosebumps roll over her arm, so he pulled the sheet up to her shoulder. Steve's attention was drawn away from the vanilla, and cherry scented girl when he heard his name being called from down the hallway.
Steve immediately slid off the bed, grabbed a pair of sweat pants, and pushed through his door. "Hey, Dad," Steve said.
"Hi," he said awkwardly, staring at his son like he was insane for the quick moment. "Steven, I need you," Steve smiled even though it could have been good or bad. "I need you to do something for me." Steve's smile lingered with didn't help his dads quick temper. "Steven?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Are you on drugs?" Steve's eyebrows flew up and his hand to his heart.
"What, no, I would never."
"Goddamn it, Steve, are you on drugs?"
"No." Kenneth grabbed Steve's chin, pulling him to a mirror in the hallway.
"Look at your goddamn eyes." Kenneth dropped his hand.
"It's only a little bit of weed it's fine." Steve shrugged, not looking him the eyes.
"Yeah, and what are they going to say when they drug test everyone before the tournament." Steve shook his head.
"They're not. They haven't all year." Kenneth looked beyond pissed. More than he had been I a while.
"Send your little whore home we need to have a talk."
"What are you talking about?" Kenneth flicked a bruse on his shoulder.
"Tell her to keep her teeth in check that's trashy." Steve tried not to roll his eyes. He could easily cover it. "Besides I could hear you two downstairs. I don't want to see her and I don't want your mom to blab on about how disrespectful it is so get her out and meet me in the kitchen." Steve stared at his Dad for a moment. "Now Steven."
As soon as he Dad said that he turned back to his room. Where the girl lay in the same spot. Why couldn't she stay. Steve leaned on the bed a kissed her neck. "Hop." Lauren's eyes fluttered open. "Hi."
"Hi," Lauren gave him a quick kiss before she woke the rest of the way up.
"Hey, my Dad is home."
"So you need me to get going." Steve look disappointed but he nodded. "Okay. Let me get dressed."
"Let me help you." Steve grabbed Lauren her pants off the floor before lauren took them for herself.
"Never thought you'd try putting clothes on me." She took off her shirt. "You must really want me out." Lauren joked.
"Actually, I never want you to leave." She rolled her eyes even though he couldn't see as he was laying on his elbow on the bed behind her. "Anyone ever tell you, you look like you might as well have been built in a lab by teenage boys to be perfect in every conceivable way?" Lauren turned her head to look at him like he was stupid. "What?"
"Like the movie that coming out in August?"
"What movie?"
"Weird Science?" Steve shook his head before Lauren turned back and slipped on her shoes. "Anyways. Am I sneaking out, or is your dad more, you know, go with the flow?"
"My dad is most definitely not a go with the flow. His a dickhead." Turning around Lauren kissed Steve on the cheekbone.
"So it runs in the family?" Lauren joked. Steve rolled his eyes. "Let's go then." Lauren stood up and walked down the stairs and to the door. The door stood open as Steve pulled Lauren into a deep kiss. "Oh you're going to have to do that again." Steve pulled her into another deep kiss along with pulling her body into his. "One more of good measure." She smile. Steve kissed her one more like that. "Okay, I'll go now."
"Bye, Hop."
"Bye Harrington." The smile on Steve's face faded as soon as the door closed. Kenneth was sitting in the kitchen drinking his coffee and pretending to read the paper.
"She's attractive."
"She's also a minor." Steve said, trying not to roll his eyes at his father.
"Steven, we need to sit down and have a long discussion. I do not want you getting high in my house ever again, and I mean ever." Steve nodded, taking a seat next to his father. "I need you to do something."
"Yes, sir?"
"I have a client, Clive Welch, and he was talking about his daughter, who's you age-" Steve knew exactly where this was going where it always went. This had only ever been the six times he wanted Steve to take out one of his clients' daughters on a date.
"Dad. No."
"She's a nice girl named Madelyn."
"No, dad. I really like that girl." Kenneth rolled his eyes at Steve.
"Don't be so juvenile, Steven. I really liked your mother. Do you think she was the only one?"
"You're such an asshole." Steve stood up and couldn't help but yell. Kenneth is doing the same.
"Don't talk to me like that. Just get you high ass sober so you can take a Clive's daughter out to dinner, and if it comes down to making her have the best damn night of her life, make her screaming like your little whore." Those words made him feel sick and very uncomfortable.
"She not a whore." Steve was so tired of hearing everyone call her a whore.
"Sure screams like on. I doubt you're that good." This didn't help Steve other than make him feel more uncomfortable. "You owe me."
"What the fu- hell do I owe you?"
"That pay-per-view porn on my cable bill."
"Dad thats when I was thirteen. If theres shit on your bill it's yours." Kenneth rolled his eyes.
"Just be ready at six to pick her up tomorrow. I have the address and everything." Steve grabbed the paper on the table.
Steve loved Lauren more than he had ever loved someone before, and they weren't even together. However, Steve hated Kenneth more than than he had ever hated anyone before. Kenneth always got his way, and Steve was so tied to fight him, so the girl he wanted to be his would have to wait till after tomorrow.
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The next day, Steve finished off his hair off with a necessary amount of hair spray. A blank stair returned to Steve in the mirror. One from his own face. The only time he smiled that day was his morning sneak in and past the girl with powers and the dad with a gun. But he didn't care he got to see Lauren.
He wanted to tell her about this arranged date, but he didn't want to hurt the chances of asking her out to be ruined because he had something with another girl. If that even was an option. She went out with Andy. But he crashed that. It wasn't inherently intentional his coming. But her cuming was.
After his hair was fine enough, he pulled on a blue bottom up. One that had the faint smell of cherry and vanilla, though it had been nearly three weeks since Lauren had worn it. Steve took it off and grabbed a collared shirt and khaki pants Lauren hated more than anything, and wasn't quiet about it.
Steve ran down the stairs, grabbing the paper with the address. The drive to her house wasn't extremely long. It was still in Hawkins, just the extremely rich part of the town. The houses that were even nicer than his. It just happened that it was two houses down from Walt. Steve honestly would rather be stuck under his bead again than going on this date but he pulled in to the drive way anyways.
Steve rang the door bell of the Welch house before it was opened by a little girl. She had a huge smile on her face with a big smile on her face. "You're cute?" She said with a giggle. Steve's eyes grew wide.
"Madelyn?" She shook her head with another giggle.
"No that's my sister. I'm Kimberly." Kimberly grabbed Steve's hand, dragging him into the house. "Tea party date?"
"I'm kind of here for Madel-"
"Mads isn't home yet. You can go with me." Kimberly sat him down in a small chair at her table. "Tea?" She heald up her hand. "It's only pretend. I'm not allowed to use hot water." She whispered to Steve behind her hand.
"Sure," Kimberly pretended to pour tea into a coffee mug before pouring herself one.
"Here you go, umm?"
"Steve."
"Here you go, Steve." After Steve accepted the mug, he pretended to take a sip.
"So Kimberly, where is Madelyn?" She shugged, setting down her cup.
"I think she is on her way home. Cookie?" She held up her hand again. "It's only pretend, too."
"Sure, I'll take one." His words make he smile.
"What do you do?"
"Please." Kimberly shook her head. With a smile she tapped her lips. "What?"
"A kiss for a cookie." Steve's eyes grew large again.
"How about a fist bump?"
"Sure, I'll take what I can get." Steve held out his hand getting it hit in response. "So Steve what do you like to do?" Lauren. But, he couldn't say that. Get high with Lauren. But he couldn't say that. There was a lot he liked to do, jut things someone else child should hear. "I like basketball,"
"I like to dance."
"Cool, that's fun. My cousin's a dancer." She had a huge smile in her face. Steps came down the hallway.
"Kimmy come here, now." A man nearly yelled at his daughter a worried look on his face. Kimberly got up and ran to him. "Who are you?"
"Steve Harrington. I'm, I'm Kenneth's son." Steve held his hands in defense. The man looked so relived letting go of his daughters arm.
"Steven?" Steve nodded relived by the joking matter in the man's voice. "That's the wrong daughter, son."
"I know, I'm just waiting for Madelyn to get home." Mr. Welch looked down at his daughter with a smile. "What?"
"Mads is in her room. Where's she's been for an hour." Steve was confused, very confused. "Kimmy?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy, he's really cute. I had to shoot my shot." This cleared up the confusion quickly.
"Come here, son, I'll get Mads." Steve nodded, standing up from the childrens chair, walking over to the man. "She's much less of a trickster." Clive lead Steve to his daughter's room. "Madelyn, your dates here." The door cracked open with a blonde hair, blue-eyed girl that looked to be an older version of Kimberly. She looked at Steve with a smile.
"He's cute. Thanks daddy, well be on our way." She grabbed Steve's arm and walked down the hall. "We're going to have fun tonight, Steven. You look like you know how to have fun." Just like that, they were out the door.
"It's just Steve, not Steven, only my parents call me Steven." She nodded with a smile before she let go and ran to the driver's side of Steve's car. "What? You want to drive."
"Heck yeah. A BMW, of course." Steve just wanted to please his dad, and that meant pleasing her, so he tossed her the keys reluctantly. He didn't like anyone driving his car, but him. Once the where in the car, Madelyn fixed the seat and mirror to her needs. "Steve?"
"Yeah."
"You have to change the gears for me. I don't know how or when to." Steve sighed on the inside. Not only was she messing with everything, but she was going to mess up the car she didn't know how to drive it. At least Lauren knew how to do that.
"Okay. Yeah, I will." Madelyn put the car in reverses and backed out without checking behind her but she did it successfully. "I got reservations for Alice's. Is that alright." She responded with a simple yes. "You know how to get there?" She said yes again and they sat quietly for a moment.
"Do you not go to St. Joseph's High School?" That being a private school for the whole country. Steve looked over at her switching the gears as she spead up.
"No, I go to Hawkins." She looked over at him curiously.
"So you're poor." Steve raised his eyebrows at her. He was shocked by the almost immediate question. He wouldn't consider himself rich but hardly the other way around.
"No."
"But you go to public school."
"I didn't want to go to a Catholic school. I'm not exactly religious." She shook her head.
"Really, religion is a big part of my life. Besides, it's just better than going to school with a bunch of broke people." Steve shook his head. "What, you don't agree?"
"No, I don't really care. They're still people." Again the car stood quietly, till she begain to speed up again and the are began to roar. Stev switched gears for her as she continued to push the gas. "It's the next turn."
"I know."
"Sorry. It's just that you turned a fifteen minutes drive into a seven minute one." Steve said under his breath as she made the turn rather fast, nearly giving him a heart attack. He didn't know how he was supposed to teach anyone how to drive in the future it made him nearly die. "Do you know which ones park?"
"Yeah, that and reverse." She pulled the car in park and slid out. Steve did the same before she ran around to the other side and held his hand. "You're so cute, Steve."
"And you're really pretty, Madelyn." She smiled at him, pulling him into Alice's. Steve held the door open for her and himself, seeing as she was nearly cutting the circulation of his arm off.
"Do you have a reservation?"
"Yes, umm Harrington, Steve, maybe I'm not sure which name I put. I don't know." The man nodded.
"Harrington. Yes. Follow me." They sat down across from each other at table twenty six, and Madelyn had a big smile on her face. "Can I get you started with something to drink?" Steve looked to the girl first.
"Can I get a glass of water." The waiter looked over to Steve.
"I'll have the same." The waiter went on his way to get their drinks. "So Madelyn, what do you like to do for fun?"
"Well, I like to go shopping, golfing, boating," Steve tried not to sigh again. This was just what every girl his dad made him take out like to do. It's not that it was bad, thay stuff was fun it's just that they didn't like to do anything but that.
Meanwhile, at another table, table ten sat a smiley girl and her best friend. "I don't understand why we couldn't have just gone to Syd's Walt. I know you don't care, but I do this place is expensive." She smiled at him. Other than this, she wants to complain anymore than this she gets an expensive dinner Walt wasn't going to let her pay for.
"Well, I want to take you somewhere nice, for once." Lauren rolled her eyes. This wasn't for one's. This happened once every few months.
"And Samantha isn't mad about this? She still thinks I'm in love with you in more than just you're my favorite person way?" Walt nodded his head with a huge smile. "Why are you so smiley, Walt? You get some good head or something."
"Yes, because I didn't tell her. Yes, she believes that you are head over heals for me-"
"You're not my type." Walt flipped her off after she interrupted him.
"And no, I didn't get any head today. What I did get was a call." Lauren raised her eyebrows at him.
At table twenty-six, Steve was looking at the girl as she talked about golfing. Sometimes, he didn't quite care about it, but he was pretending to be the most interesting thing to be on this planet. "But the last time I went, I was significantly under par. I've gotten so much better."
"I'm glad to hear it." He wasn't he didn't really care. As bad as that sounds . She was boring she had no personality and he couldn't help but think about Lauren. The fact that she had actually had a personality a very odd on, but she had one. One he hardly liked.
He smiled faintly at the thought of her. Honestly, not in it. "You have a nice smile."
"What? Oh yeah, thanks."
"Tell me about what you like to do?" Steve rubbed the back of his neck. It's like he forgot everything about himself.
"I like music. I listen to it a lot."
"Cool, so Steve?"
"Yeah," Steve's foot hit hers, so he moved it back so she could have all the room she needed. But it happened again and he couldn't exactly give her any more room.
"How big are you."
"Umm, like five ten, I think, five eleven, maybe." This time, her foot slid up his leg. "Oh, you mean..."
"Oh my god, Walt, I can't believe it." Lauren wouldn't be able to whip the smile from her face she was so proud of Walt. "You're going to play football for fucking Purdue. I can't believe it. Are your parents aestatic? Are you aestatic?"
"No yeah, I can believe it. You my teased me about how it wasn't Notre Dame you know how he is but they're really proud."
"I'll have to get season tickets. What about being a doctor? Can you do both?"
"I want to do both so badly. I have since i was little. I'll do anything to do both. And i think for my undergrad I can when i go to medical school it definitely a no go but tou know..."
"If anyone can do it, it's you. And I guess become a Purdue fan."
"I probably won't play much for a while." Lauren shook her head. "I'm good but I'm not Purdue good yet."
"Bullshit. That's why they want you're ass. Because you're not "Purdue good yet"." Lauren said with air quotes. "You're Notre Dame good. And they'd see that if you went to school somewhere other than middle of nowhere Indiana."
"Lauren I'm more than content."
"I know I'm so damn proud of you." Lauren could not help but smile. Lauren stood up making Walt do the same. She wrapped him in a hug.
Steve's eyes left the girl who's leg was slowly creeping up his leg. Where he saw Walt. Walt and what he could easily tell was Lauren. Fuck. He tried to hide his face from plain sight. Why the hell did they have to be here of all places. "What were you looking at?" Madelyn said her foot dropping.
Once Walt let go of Lauren he noticed Steve across the way obviously flustered with a girl. Which only left him with so much confusion. The whole conversation he had with him and be was going out with another girl. What was he doing here with someone she's of course he had to be here. Lauren was emotional to say the least even if it was just sex for he it would hurt and that would just piss Walt off. And make him want to punch Steve.
"I want looking at her ass Madelyn, I swear." He really hasn't. She just got pissed so fast. She saw him looking in that direction and assumed. And she assumed fast. The girl in front of him had tears welting in her eyes so syeve reached for her hand, but she pulled away. "I'm sorry, please don't cry. Can I make it up to you?" He knew he had to make it up to her or she was going to tell her dad and her dad would tell his dad. His dad would just be pissed at him for failing yet another thing.
Madelyn's tears dried up quickly when he said this and her leg began to creep up his leg again. "Well there is one thing?" Her foot reached his bent knee. "You could let me suck you dick." Steve's mouth would have fallen open when she said this if she hadn't been so sexual the whole time. He did sigh, however. His dad was either going to kill him or some kind of guilt.
"Madelyn. We're in a restaurant."
"There's a table cloth."
"Madelyn." Tears begain to welt in her eyes again almost as much as they just did. "Yeah, yeah okay cool, just later okay not here." Her tears picked up and begain to run down her face. "Is the bathroom okay then?" He tears dried up replaced by a smile. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bathroom.
Lauren looked up at the ruckus that was caused from two teenagers running through the restaurant. As they ran passed her table she made eye contact with Steve and she had no idea what to think. Walt reached for her hand. "Are you okay?" The moment felt surreal as she looked over at her friend.
Lauren's look of shock and sadness dropped from her face so she faked a big smile. "Peachy, why wouldn't I be?" The last thing Lauren wanted to do was ruin Walts mood. She really didn't know how she was keeping her composure she understood that they weren't monogamous in their arrangement but the fact that he took another girl for a nice dinner hurt. Not just a little bit, it hurt a lot. She really had started to have feelings for him more than just sexual ones. It wasn't just that it made her feel bad for so many reasons at once.
"Well, Steve and..." He immediately shut up, feeling like he screwed something up.
"No, he's bound to move on, I'm sure Nancy will be okay." Lauren smiled again. "Can I have some fries?" Walt nodded, watching her as she pretended to be okay knowing she was far from it, hence the "peachy. "
Steve looked down at the frustrated girl in front of him. "Can you not get hard?" He was just distracted. He had been since he saw Lauren. It didn't help that they made direct eye contact when she wouldn't have the slightest context. He thought about what she could be thinking. He also thought about the fact that she might not even care and he was overthinking everything. That the conversation with Walt meant nothing, and they were both just being delusional.
"Yes, I can get hard, Madelyn." She threw her hands up, making Steve just as annoyed.
"Then why aren't you?" Steve rolled his eyes. Maybe because she was straight squeezing it and nothing else. Maybe he didn't want that girl doing it, especially when she just fake cried to do it.
"I don't know we're in public to start." This time, Madelyn rolled her eyes.
"Oh my god such a little pussy." She started unbuttoning her shirt wrapping it off to a naked chest. She looked up at him and smiled. "There he is!" She said enthutiasticly. Steve's hands held onto the top of the stall as the feeling wasn't bad until her teeth made a heavy appearance. It's not a good one either.
"Madelyn, maybe a little less teeeeeth." As what Steve only thought to be an act of war, she bit down. When in reality, she was joking. Steve didn't see it that way. It was nothing but painful.
This whole experience was painful every time she moved, and it hurt, making Steve's hands squeeze the stall walls in pain. "Fuck." He whispered as the slightest bit of of a tear filled his eye. Steve looked up at the ceiling, not noting what to do. He wants nothing to be able to do to fake it, but he didn't have that luxury. Steve's nearly screamed when Madelyn squeezed his balls. It took everything in him not to push her off, but here is when he started praying, or that's at least what he claimed to be doing.
"Dear God, Allah, Zues, Budda whoever the fuck is up there. Hey dude... or ma'am, I know it been a while... like eighteen years but you should do me a favor and help me cum right now?" Steve thought this was so stupid but he would literally do anything. "Sorry for all the shit. Like all the cussing or whatever and all the drinking and sex. The whole lot of sex. Right now please let me finish so she can finish bitting my dick, oh fuck this." Steve whispered very quietly. He looked down passed the girl to her chest, the only thing that could help at that moment.
It didn't help. Steve didn't mind it in the slightest, but it didn't help the anything but pleasurable blow job he was getting at the moment. At this point, Steve's mind could only go one more place, and it made him feel like shit but as soon as he thought about Lauren. I thought of her let him let go. Madelyn pulled away, spitting into the toilet.
Madelyn pushed her body against his. "I'm so wet, I need you inside me." Steve pulled her shirt closed and started buttoning her shirt.
"I'd love too but I'm scared your vagina has teeth too." Steve said under his breath as he continued buttoning her shirt.
"What."
"It's getting close to eight, you know." He raised his eyebrows at Madelyn before she nodded.
"Yeah, you're right, my dads the last person you want to make mad." Steve put his dick back in his pants carefully, not wanting to hurt it anymore.
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After dinner with Walt and pushing everything out of her mind so Lauren could support her best friend instead of focusing on something, some stupid boy made her feel horrible they rode in the car to her cabin. It wasn't till then that Lauren really let it affect her.
The car passed lights as the it drove and so did an array of thoughts in Lauren's head. Thoughts that Lauren wasn't a take home to your mom kind of girl she was just the one thay knew her way around a dick. She thought about the fact that it isn't fair thay she's even thinking this way in the first place. She went on a date with somebody too. The only reason she even did that was because he was offering what Steve wasn't. God she wanted it from Steve.
Walt pulled the car off the side of the road and put it in park. "I love you." Lauren leaned over and kissed him.
"I love you too, and I'm so proud of you. Bye." Lauren hopped out of the car and walked to the cabin. When she opened the door, Jim's head turned to the door. "Hey, Dad."
"How was dinner?" Lauren shrugged. "Bad?"
"No, it was great. Walt, he umm is going to play at Purdue. He got an offer. So great news." Jim looked excited for him even if he "didn't like" him. As for Lauren, he didn't look so convinced.
"What's wrong?" Lauren shook her head. "Lauren? Sit down." Lauren sat down next to her dad. "Are you okay?" She shook her head. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing." She shook her head. The last thing she meant to do was cry but she couldn't help it she could never help it. When she was mad, when she was sad, when she was stressed, it was just her fix. So the tears began to fall as they always did, and her dad comforted her like he always. "Just a boy."
"What did he do? I can kill him, I could easily get away with it." Lauren smiled at jer dad while the tears continued to roll down her face.
"No, dad, he didn't do anything." Jim's arm wrapped over his daughters shoulder.
"Then why are you crying?" Lauren shook her head. As if she meant for no reason. "Bullshit."
"I just like him, and he doesn't like me back, not like how I want him too, it's not a big deal."
"Lauren-."
"I don't know, it's just that I really like him and he was on a date with another girl. I can't be mad at him, I went on a date with Andy. But I was only progecting my feelings. Like when we made out, I couldn't help but think about anyone else." Jim did not need to hear that, but stuff like that just spilled out when she was talking to her dad she couldn't help it she trusted him so much. "And I just don't know why it bothers me so much that he was with someone else weren't not together."
"Lauren I really not good with this boy stuff. What I do know is you're a beautiful, smart, amazing girl that any boy that would pick another one is a dumbass. And I'll beat his ass." Lauren shook her head again. "I will beat him to death."
"I don't want you beating anyone."
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Later that night, after dropping off Madelyn and a very awquawrd car ride home with her. A car ride that consistent off the most horny Catholic fingering herself because Steve wouldn't. Over the night, the girl became more and more of a turn-off. It was everything she did. Steve laid in his bed, not able to hold in his tears he was in a insane amount of pain.
Kenneth walked into Steve's room and he immediately whipped his eye. "Are you crying?" Steve turned over in his bed.
"No, I'm not crying."
"Don't turn away from me. I want to talk to you." Steve pulled the blanket up his bear back. He could only assume what it was about. Making Madelyn cry, anything that happened with her in general. Steve reluctantly turned back over, sitting up just so he could get yelled at. "What the hell Steve, I ask you for one thing. One thing okay, let her have fun, and you make her fucking cry." Steve took a deep breath.
"I sorry dad. I didn't mean to, and I thought she was fine at the end-"
"She's not." Kenneth cut him off.
"So I had this girl kwnawing at my dick for no reason-"
"I did not need to know that." Kenneth shook his head. That wasn't his point.
"Well, I'm gonna tell you. We're you find her transylvania? Who was your client, Dracula?"
"Steven." Kenneth said sturnly. Steve didn't really care. All he could do was joke the pain away.
"I'm not done. Her makeup looked pretty good for not being able to use a mirror."
"Steven, stop."
"How old is she really a hundred and eighteen? Technically, it's illegal, I'm still a minor." Steve continued joking with a smile on his fave but was cut short by his dad.
"Stop. That's what I'm talking about. You turn eighteen in five days-"
"Two days," Steve corrected him. "I was born on the ninteenth."
"Well, even sooner than I thought. Which means you should be more responsible. I ask you to do one thing and you can't even do that. What the hell do you think you're going to do as an adult when all you do is basketball and some girl. Six more days till you're done with one of those-"
"You know when my basketball ends but not my birthday?" Steve asked, cutting his dad off. He knew the answer, but the question was merrier rhetorical.
"That doesn't matter. You're going to be an adult, and as of right now, I don't see you being anything but taking drugs and knocking up some girl."
"So you?"
"Don't talk to me like that." Steve wasn't going to stop he was beyond fed up with his had.
"Tell me you didn't just knock mom up then. You weren't exactly married when she was pregnant.
"How the hell do you even know that?"
"Because contrary to what you think I can do math. I'm not stupid." Kenneth looked pissed, Steve was too.
"You're an ungrateful little shit that needs to grow up. You need to learn to both have and take responsibility." Kenneth walked out of Steve's room humming. Steve rolled back over in his bed and allowed the tears that were from more than pain this time roll.
After a while of thinking about almost everything, Steve's tears dried up and were replaced with thoughts. So many thoughts. Steve understood what Lauren saw, and he didn't know what she thought, but he wanted to clear it up. No, he needed to clear it up. So he picked up the phone and dialed Lauren's number.
The phone ran and ran, and when Steve was about to hang up, there was a voice on the other end. "Gold ah." Pure gibberish came from the other end of the phone.
"What?"
"Hold on, let me finish brushing my teeth." The girl on the other end said before leaving the phone in silence. "Hello?"
"Hop, it's Steve."
"Steve. I can't talk or have you over, okay. I have to go to sleep. I'll see you after third period, I have an appointment. Bye."
"Hop wai-"Before Steve could finish what he was saying, the other side went dead. "Fuck." Steve slammed his phone back on the receiver.
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On Monday morning Lauren wanted to got to English. Steve wanted her to be in English but she missed it along with her second period. When Lauren got to school she ran up to her friend Allie instead of her locker. "Lauren okay as you requested there'd only about 5 integrals on the whole thing." Lauren sighed with relief.
"Thank you so much." Allie smiled at her making her way to her class.
"Yeah, yeah, good luck." Lauren continued on her walk to her class for her dreaded test when A boy grabbed her attention.
"Hey Hop that wasn't like a date or anything." Lauren honestly was relieved but confused everything with them since they got back was confusing.
"No, its fine. I get it. This is just sex." This is the last thing Lauren wanted and the last thing Steve wanted to hear, but if they don't just share their real feelings, how is anything supposed to change.
"I know." They just continue to tell each other what they think they want to hear.
"Great sex."
"Yeah, phenomenal."
"Well, I have a test, so." Lauren turned away from him to get to her test until Steve grabbed her arm in the empty hallway.
"Are you mad at me." She wanted exactly happy, but she didn't think that was totally fair to be mad at him. She went on a date with somebody else, therefore she couldn't be mad.
"No." She lied, shaking her head.
"Really?" Lauren nodded, making Steve raise his eyebrows. "I called you at nine thirty, and you had to go to sleep?"
"I like to go to sleep early." Steve knew that was a lie, and Lauren knew he knew, so she changed it. Lauren looked around to make sure no one else was in the hallway. "If I was, would I say come over tonight?"
"I can't. I mean, I could do you, but I can't."
"What, why? Did you catch something." Lauren was asking a siroous question.
"So last night, I made the girl I was with cry, and I wanted to know do what I could so my dad wouldn't kill me."
"Why would you dad kill you?"
"Because it.was his clients daughter." Lauren nodded and wanted him to continue. "Well, she wanted to... I think she said taste my cum we her exact words. So she gave me the most painful blow job I've ever had in my entire life." Lauren bit the inside of her cheek. She was upset but she wanted to let him see that. However, she did smile at the fact that it hurt. "Don't laugh. I had to..."
"What."
"Nothing."
"What? What? What?"
"I'd had to pray." Lauren let out a faint laugh.
"You prayer while getting head."
"I wouldn't call it head more like a second circumcision." Lauren rolled her eyes at him, turning back to her class they was no way she wanted to be late.
"Okay, I got to go seriously." Steve grabbed her back pocket, spinning her around into a kiss.
"Good luck. I believe in you." It was here that the bell ran, and they were both late.
"Thanks, Harrington."
"Wait, Hop." Lauren turned back around. She was late. What's a little bit more.
"What now?"
"Tonight, yours?" Steve held his spread milddle finger and pointer fingers over his mouth with his tongue out and winked. Lauren's mouth dropped open and wide eyes before Steve started walking to his class. This time, Lauren grabbed his arm. "What?"
"Take it back." Steve shook his head. "Take it back. I can't focus with that in my mind."
"No, sounds like an amazing time. Why would I take it back?" Steve looked over at the bathroom.
"No. I can't."
"Quick little make out?" Lauren shook her head with a smile. "Just say you were still at your appointment."
"Steve, I have to go. I'll see you tonight?"
"Lunch?"
"Fine, I'll see you at lunch. I have to go now."