Posessive Love - 5

It was him. He was outside of my house. I stood up and   opened the window.

“What are you doing here?” I whisper shouted down to    him.

“I needed to see you. Can you come down?”

“Yeah, just give me a minute, okay?”

“Hurry.” I shut the window and ran to the mirror to check myself. My hair was pulsed into a loose, messy ponytail. My   gray tank top was only and threadbare, practically see through. And my shorts weren’t much longer than the one’s I had worn  earlier. I slipped on my flip flops and pulled on a black hoodie.

I flew down the stairs and jerked the door open. I almost    screamed when I saw him standing on the front porch. I closed   the door silently and turned to face him with my arms across  my chest.

“Couldn’t stay away from me, could you?” I said coyly.

“Yeah,” he said softly, “that’s it.” I stepped forward slightly.

“Are you gonna tell me your name?” He chuckled and   stepped towards me.

“Is it really bothering you that much?” We circled each   other slowly, growing ever closer.

“Not bothering me so much as I’m a naturally curious person.” I paused at his smile. “And it is bothering me. Just a  little.”I brought my hand up and put my thumb and index fingermilimeters apart.

“Devilyn. Devilyn Stephens. I already know your first name. Do you mind me asking what your last name is?”

“Not at all, it’s Robert’s. But there must be some other     reason you came.”We had stopped moving and we were so     close, I could count the freckles on his face. There were five.    Exactly five.

"There's not. Well, there is. I came to see if you wanted to ride somewhere. With me." He rubbed the back of his head like  he was uncomfortable. And I could tell by the way he said the  word ‘ride,’ he didn’t mean on his motorcycle. Just like earlier when he had given me a ride home. Even if he hadn’t done that,  I would’ve been able to tell what he meant because he had that   look in his eyes once again.

“I'm not so sure,” I said slowly.

“Come on. What would it hurt?” Me, for one, I thought. But I wasn’t a virgin or anything but I wasn’t a slut either. I wasn’t even dating him for Christ’s sake!

“Let’s go,” he said pulling me by the arm to his bike. I     didn’t really want to but I didn’t resist him either. I clasped my  hands in his around his waist as we raced down the road.

“Where exactly are we going?” I shouted over the roar of  the engine.

“You’ll see.” We rode in silence the rest of the way. We   pulled into the parking lot of a fancy hotel. I scoffed.

“Really. Are you kidding me? What are we doing here?” I asked nervously even though I already knew. He shot me a    you-know look but didn’t say anything for a moment.

“I wanted to do this right,” he said as he took my hand and walked inside. There were two girls standing at the counter,       checking in, and checking out Devilyn. I moved closer to him    and sent them dirty looks. They were both dressed like skanks   and kept sizing me up. Before they went to their room, they     turned and spoke to him.

“When you want to be with a real woman, I’m in room 303.” She handed him a key card and left with her friend. I felt my   face flame and I turned as angry tears filled my eyes. How      could I have been so stupid? What could he possibly want from a sixteen year old? I felt his hand on my chin as he turned my  face toward him.

“Clarisse, don’t worry about them. I only have eyes for you.” I smiled slightly.

“Really?”

“Yes. Really.” And then he kissed me.

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