"What do you think it is?" I asked, squinting my eyes. "I don't know." Justin said. "We should just leave it alone." And tried to pull me towards to car.
"No, I want to see." I pulled him towards it. "Seriously? Normal people would leave it alone or run." Justin scowled at me.
I rolled my eyes. "But I have you to protect me so," I continued to slowly make my way to what was moving. "Curiosity killed the cat," Justin recited. He sighed and followed me, seeing as how I wasn't going to change my mind.
I wasn't going to tell him, but I just had to make sure it wasn't a person- a certain someone that shall not be named.
"Hello?" I called.
"We're gonna die!" Justin threw his arms up in the air. I turned and gave a cold glare. "Stop being over dramatic, you big baby." I stuck my tongue out at him. A noise came from where we were looking. "Oh, shit. Hold me!" Justin hugged me. I rolled my eyes, getting annoyed of his antics.
Then a trash can fell and rolled until it slammed into a wall. A low growl could be heard. What the fuck?
I dug into my pocket to retrieve my phone to use the flashlight on it. I'm a fucking genius, I thought to myself for thinking of the flashlight. "Let's see," I slid my finger up the screen to see the control center. I touched the flashlight button and the flashlight shone brightly. I held it up to see what was hiding.
"We should stop here," Justin suggested. This time, I agreed. We were about ten feet away from the complete, utter darkness. "Hello?" I called out again, waiting for a response.
Some more rustling, and the I final saw a silhouette; a large, furry dog emerged from behind the metal garbage bins.
I took a sigh of relief.
It was just a stray dog, and upon further inspection, I saw that it's fur was all matted up and dirty. It's ribs were visible too. My heart ached; I hated to see a dog on this condition.
"You see it was just a dog." Justin said. "I don't know why you were so scared. You were all like 'hold me; I'm terrified!'"
I laughed at his poor impersonation of my voice. "Yes, of course." I shot back. I turned my flashlight off.
Justin's phone went off; he answered it. I immediately knew he was talking to Luke when the car was brought up. Another minute later, Justin hung up. "We need to go." We both started walking back to Luke's charger.
I looked over my shoulder and took one more long look at the poor dog with the matted fur that probably had fleas infesting it. I hated to have to leave the dog more than anything.
When I sat in the car, I still felt the uneasiness that I did before. I thought that finding out what was hiding in the shadows would put my paranoia to rest, but alas it stuck with me.
We made it home, at around 9 pm.
"Are you okay?" He asked again, laying on my bed.
"Yes," I answered shortly.
Justin sighed. "You can tell me anything; I'll listen."
"I'm still feeling kind of paranoid." I finally said. Justin looked at the ceiling of my room instead of me. I watched as he breathed: the way his chest rose and deflated slightly every time he inhaled then exhaled. His thumbs caressed the palm of my hand. "You've been like that ever since that guy called."
Of course he noticed.
"No-" I started to lie but he cut me off. "Don't lie to me. I know you. I know the way you act, and you haven't been yourself for the last week."
I took a moment to think.
"Yes," I said.
"Yes, I'm acting a little different." I saw his mouth open to say something. "God, I hate that you notice every little damn thing." I said before he could say anything. That won me a laugh out of him.
"Why?" He said. I looked him. "Why are you paranoid?"
I'll find you! When I'm out, I'll find you!
The words rung in my head. Next month, I'll be 18, which means that I can leave and move on my own, and school will be ending soon. Justin was the only one who knew that my crazy, abusive ex-boyfriend had called me, and I didn't want to tell anyone. I could make it through a few more weeks, I kept telling myself.
I wanted to tell Justin, but I didn't want to drag him into the problems that I thought I had left behind but came back.
I contemplated whether to tell him or not.
Again, I did the only thing that I could think of that would get his mind off the subject.
I moved closer to Justin. I leaned into him and kissed the frown between his brows. I then started leaving small kisses on his jaw, down his neck, and back up to his face. I kissed around his lips as I felt up his stomach, to his shoulders, and his arms.
"Stop teasing, Pigeon." Justin groaned and locked his lips with mine. He took my waist and shifted his body so I was completely on top of him. I lowered my mouth to his and sighed as his hands found the button of my jeans. I waited for him to undo the button and pull down the zipper. I watched as he finally stripped the denim off from my legs. Another sigh escaped when the warm pressure of his hands ran up my thighs.
“Farrah, I want you. Bad, very, very bad. But you deserve better than this.”
I bent back down over him and kissed him again before pulling back enough to whisper, “I don't think it could get any better than this, Justin.”
His hands cupped my bottom and shifted me so I could feel the pressure of his obvious arousal against the warmth between my thighs.
His hips rocked against mine one more time, causing waves of pleasure to pulse through my body from the friction between my legs. Justin reached up and cupped his hand behind my head and pulled me down until my mouth covered his. This was the first. This connection, I mean. A raw, needy, honest attraction. Not something hurtful and forced.
Justin's tongue slid between my lips and began to taste every dark corner of my mouth like I was some exotic treat he wanted to savor. This was a feeling I'd never felt before.
I tugged on his shirt begging him to take it off. "You want it off?" Justin cocked his brow. I nodded. "Take it off." He smiled smugly, and sat up a little to make the task a little simpler. I pulled the shirt up and waited for him to pull his arms out. I left the shirt covering his face, and starting kissing and sucking on his neck. "Fuck," He groaned, his fingers digging into the skin of my thighs. "If you keep doing that..." Justin moaned, not finishing his sentence.
His hands left me, and he yanked the shirt off completely. When he looked at me, I gave him my best look of innocence. "What?" I asked, biting my lip.
In one swift move, Justin rolled me over and hovered over me before pressing a trail of kisses across my face. I needed more. Wiggling, I reached for his hair and tugged on the short strands impatiently. A low chuckle rumbled against Justin’s chest before a warm hand slid between my legs and slowly made its way up my thigh.
I couldn’t keep an anxious sigh from escaping my mouth.
“You’re so beautiful,” Justin whispered as his hand reached its destination. One hand rubbed up my inner thigh and I whimpered, wanting more. “I love it when you make those sweet little noises. Drives me crazy,” he murmured against my neck.
When Justin’s hand left me I started to protest until both of his hands slid up my sides, under my shirt, and he kept on until it was completely over my head.
He bent down and kissed me softly, passionately. "So these are new, right?" Justin whispered into my ear as his fingers traced along the edge of my new white lace underwear that Allie made be buy a few days ago."And this too?" His hand cupped my matching white bra- covered chest and squeezed softly. I couldn't help the moan that escaped from my mouth. He smirked.
Justin, again, pressed his lips against mine and stayed for a good while before parting. I watched his face as we panted for air. The excitement and need was making it hard to take deep breaths. He planted another kiss on my lips, down my neck, and I gasped when he placed one in between my breasts.
His hands steadied my hips as he continued his trail of wet kisses down to my naval. He then began kissing along the white lace of my underwear. Finally he lifted his eyes to meet mine.
“Are you sure?” The restraint in his voice was obvious. He would stop if I wanted him to.
I had kissed him just to keep from answering. I never thought it would amount to this... this amazing feeling.
But I had to ask myself, Am I sure that I wanted this?
So after I wrote this, I read over it, and I thought I saved it, but I didn't and I lost of my work. So this is the rewritten version. This actually isn't where I had initially planned for this chapter to go, but I think I like this more, even if it is shorter.
The next chapter will be all dependent on the comments that i read. I don't want to write something that you guys won't like. So here is my question to you all:
what should she say? Yes? No? Too soon?