6 months later
"Scott, I had a really great time tonight," I looked away from the Beacon Hills skyline from the windshield to Scott as we sat in his mother's car on top of a hill.
His arm around my shoulder tightened as he pulled me closer to him. "I'm glad you did. So did I, princess." His soft lips pressed against my temple.
My hand cupped his cheek as he pulled back. My eyes scanned every feature, his warm and soft brown eyes, the curve of his perfect nose, his full and pink lips, and his crooked jaw that I loved peppering kisses across. It was hard to believe someone as kind, perfect, and caring liked me back, the girl who was never skinny enough and always picked on about my looks. It always seemed too good to be true.
Scott dipped his head and leaned in, pressing those perfect pink, full lips against my chapped lips. His kisses were always so gentle and sweet. It never failed to release the butterflies in my stomach and make my heart flutter at the same time. I had nothing to compare it with, but I imagine most kisses are supposed to be like this.
Like a moth to a flame, my lips were instantly drawn to his, moving in perfect sync. I placed my hands on his chest, feeling his hard pecks underneath, only making me wish his shirt was thrown somewhere in the back seat of the car.
Scott's warm and rough hands cupped my cheeks tenderly, pulling me closer, causing a small moan to escape from the back of my throat. I pulled away, my chest rising and falling quickly, and noticed the middle console was in our way. "Do you want to move to the back seat?" Scott voice was so deep and raspy.
My head was up in the clouds, spinning. This was all new to me. I've never made out with a boy in the backseat of a car. It was exciting yet nerve-wrecking, as I knew things tend to get heated in back seats. Unable to speak, I bit my lip and nodded. Scott crossed over the middle console and moved to the side, making room for me. I mimicked his actions, only to have my shoe stuck in the cup holder and trip forward, instantly falling on top of Scott. With his quick reflexes, Scott catches me with his hands on my arms. He chuckled as he looked into my eyes, "Are you okay?"
I felt my cheeks go hot, obviously turning pink, if not red as tomatoes. So much for being smooth and subtle. "Yeah, I think so. My shoe got stuck."
"Let me help you with that." Scott slowly and gently removed my foot from the cup holder. "There. All better."
"Ha," I swallowed hard, suddenly realizing how close we were and feeling the warmth radiating from his body as mine was on top of his. "Thank you," I whispered.
"No problem," Scott's voice sounded deep, huskier than just moments ago. His lips found mine again. My hands slowly moved up to his neck, fiddling with the bottom of his hair.
Scott's hand, the one that was on my ankle, slowly moved up my leg. Before he could reach past my knee, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my hip. His fingertips brushed against the little exposed skin between my jeans and top. The tips of his fingers were burning through my skin. Scott let out a deep groan as my hand slid through his hair and tugged it a bit.
Without breaking our kiss, Scott shifted to lay me down as I instantly wrapped my leg around his waist pulling him closer. I felt a tight bulge underneath me. Suddenly, I was thankful for reading so much fanfiction smut to know what to do. I slowly grind my hips against his and the feeling was sensational. I could only imagine how more amazing it would feel if we were actually doing the real thing instead.
Scott released a low and deep groan, which spurred me on even more. His hand slowly slid underneath my shirt, slowly taking in every inch of my body. I grabbed his hand and placed it on top of my bra. Thank goodness I was wearing my good black bra. He cupped my boob before rubbing his thumb across the thin-laced fabric, causing me to gasp; only resulting Scott to slip his tongue in.
At this point, my head was spinning, my lungs were burning, and my toes were curling. I needed to breath for a second. I pulled back, gasping for air. Scott lowered his head and began peppering my neck with wet open-mouthed kisses until he found my sweet spot.
A loud moan escaped from my swollen lips as Scott sucked and nipped that one spot that was dragging me to the edge as my fingers ran through his messy up hair. His lips and tongue knew exactly what they were doing, as my entire body was growing hotter by the second and begging for more.
"Why would Scott want to date the school's Chubster?"
"It's obvious Scott is only dating a Pillsbury Doughboy because he feels sorry for her."
His hand left my boob and reached around my back to unhook my bra as I tried to shake off the gossip I heard around school.
"It has to be a bet somehow. There's no way Scott would willingly date Miss Piggy."
I pushed Scott away from me. "I'm sorry, but I just can't," I panted.
Scott shook his head. "Don't apologize. I didn't mean to take it this far. I don't want to do anything you don't want to do."
I bit my lip. "I want to, believe me I do, but I can't."
Scott furrowed his eyebrows, trying to figure out what I meant. "Oh!" His eyes widened with a sudden realization. "It's okay. I completely understand. We can wait until you finish. Plus, it gives me more time to plan something more romantic and not in the backseat of my mom's car."
I tried to hold back my giggle, but failed miserably as Scott assumed my Aunt Flow was in town for her monthly visit. "Scott, I'm not on my period, but I appreciate the concern."
"Oh..." He grabbed my hand and held it between his. "What's the problem? Have you never done anything like this before?"
I lowered my head and shook it. Scott lifted my chin up, immediately locking his soft brown eyes with my worried hazel eyes. "You can talk to me. You know that, right?"
I nodded before letting out a deep sigh. "Scott, you're my first everything. My first boyfriend, my first date, my first kiss, you would be my first at... You know, being intimate." Scott nodded, already knowing and understanding, but also motioned me to continue.
"Before you, I was really insecure about myself. People would bully me about my weight and my looks. Eventually I started believing it," I batted my watery eyes, hoping the tears wouldn't make their escape. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I still feel that way. I'm still insecure about myself."
"Oh, baby," Scott cupped my cheeks, causing me to lean into his warm and gentle touch. "Don't listen to them."
"It's hard not to," I whispered. "And I hate to say this, but ever since we got together, it's been getting worst."
"What?" Scott's voice traced a hint of anger.
"People wonder why the lacrosse captain is with an ugly loser, and overweight Chubster. Some say you're doing it because you feel bad for me. Others say you have a bet going on," I bit my bottom lip back, trying to keep it from trembling. "It's hard to ignore those whispers as I walk down the hall."
Scott's nose flared as he let out a deep sigh. "Those people are assholes. Don't listen to them. I want you to ignore them and only listen to me, okay?" I nodded. "You are without a doubt the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I'm so lucky to call you mine. You're sweet, caring, and sosmart. It's hard not to love you."
My heart stopped. "You love me?" I whispered.
Scott's eyes softened, as his lips formed a heartwarming smile. "Yeah, I do. Y/N, I love you."
The warm tears that were brimmed around my eyes, finally made their escape. Scott wiped away the tears with the pad of his thumbs. "I know you've been bullied and I know you're insecure about yourself, something like that can't be handled or disappear overnight. It takes time, but you need to start believing in yourself, accept yourself, and love yourself. And I promise I'll be there with you every step of the way, reminding you."
It's unknown why people bring others down. Maybe it makes them feel better about themselves? Maybe they're being bullied and want to take it out by bullying others? Regardless of the reason, it's no excuse. Why should we let people we don't even know or care about bring us down? We don't fight back. We don't ignore the harsh words. And when we don't do anything about it, we eventually believe them, their words, and let their hate get the best of us. We let them rip us apart and consume our thoughts, which causes us to be blind to those who see the beauty in us, like the man in front of me.
Scott never saw what everyone else saw. Scott never repeated the words that I heard on a daily basis. Scott adored me and appreciated my curves. It didn't matter what everyone else thought. It only mattered what I thought, and I thought I was lucky to have someone as wonderful as Scott in my life. He always made me feel safe and secure. I was always the best version of myself when I was with him. He made me the person I should be and I loved the version of myself.
I know I shouldn't let a boy make me feel loved, but all you need is one person to tell you what you need to hear, and I'm glad Scott was the person to steer me into the right direction. I needed to start seeing myself the same way he sees me. I needed to start appreciating myself, love my curves, and love myself.
"Scott?" My thumb brushed against his cheek.
"Yeah?"
I slid my hand to the back of his neck and pulled him in front of my lips. "I love you, too."