The Kiss that Opened my Door

"Jeremy. . . No. . . St-. . . Stop!" I burst into tears, as Jeremy slid his soft big hands across my body while bitting my chest. "I-. . . It hurts. . . Stop."
"It sounds like you are enjoying it. And your body is responding so well. . . Look how your brief are slowly rising." His low-pitched voice mumbled in my ear, making me quiver.
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6. Calm Down

We had gotten into the car and we dove off. It was silent as we headed to my house. I still had money, since I didn't but anything. And I was really hungry.

"Pull over to Dairy Queen." I told him, breaking the silence.

"We are not getting a cake." He responded back.

"I'm paying."

"I said no."

"Excuse me I'm the hurt victim over here. And to make myself feel better, I want a cake." I wanted to grabbed the wheel and turn to Dairy Queen myself.

"You always want cake. It's nothing new." He looked back on the road. And is gaze kept steady.

"I'm hungry!"

"Well you need some real food."

"Stop acting like my mom."

"I'm no-. . . I mean I just care about you that's all." He grasped my hand and held it.

"So that means we can have sex then?"

"No, you're hurt. But I guess we can stop somewhere and get something to eat."

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"Hello how are you tonight? My name is Carrie and I will be your waiter tonight." She introduced herself as I payed her no mind. "Would you like to order drinks now?"

"Um, yes, can I get a Coke. And this guy would like water." Jeremy kindly told the lady.

"No, I want a Coke also." I countered back.

"Alright then. I'll be right back with your drinks."

After she left, I turned my attention to Jeremy. "So did you guys win?" I asked him again. The last time he dodged the question.

"Of course we did." He responded back sharply.

"I'm sorry that I asked."

Right when he was about to speak, a crowd of school jerseys came into the restaurant. Cheering as loud as they could. And of course it was our schools basketball team that is making all the ruckus.

I looked at Jeremy. Why didn't he not go? Did he want to go but I was in his way?

"Jeremy. Why didn't you not join along?" I asked him, scooting away from him. We were sitting way too close to each other.

"Because I was your only ride home."

"So I was in your way then? I'm sorry."

"Stop saying sorry. And I don't like my team anyways." He grabbed my leg, trying to pull me back over to him.

"Stop." I laughed as I knew exactly knew what he was trying to do.

"Why? You like it right? And besides, this is our first date after all."

My eyes popped opened as I hear the words 'first date'. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah. Even though it was late planned and I smell like sweat and hard work."

I laughed, and the waiter came with our drinks. We thanked her and ordered our food. We kept our voices low because the whole basketball team was sitting close to our table.

We were having a great time until one of the guys spotted us. "Hey bro!"

"Oh hey I didn't see you." Jeremy said. He looked at me then back to the guy.

"Yeah right. You just want to hang out with your boyfriend." He laughed as he called more guys over to our table.

"Jake, stop." Jeremy said getting up, pushing him back.

"Whoa there Jeremy. Why you gettin' mad for? You guys are dating right? What faggots."

"Hey you better shut your mouth!" Jeremy came face to face with him. There nose almost touching.

"You boys break it up!" The coach said. "Oh hey Jeremy I wondered where you went! Good game boy!" He patted Jeremy on his back.

"Thank you coach. And he needed a ride home." Jeremy calmed down and stopped staring at Jake.

"Oh okay. Boys! Come on, let's go back to our table."

They left and we enjoyed our meal that came right after. We had some complaints after that from people from other tables, but we didn't mind.

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It was really late at night, almost to the line of morning, when we drove up in my dive way. I was really nervous of what my mom was going to say. Since I didn't answer non of her calls. I didn't do it on purpose though. It just happened that I left my phone in the car because I didn't want any distractions. But the basketball team ruined it for me.

"Were have you been?! I've been calling you." I my mom asked furiously. Jeremy and I just walked into my house, and my mom was sitting on the couch.

"What calls?" I responded. My lie wasn't good at all, and she saw right through me.

"Don't lie to me Zachary."

"Fine! I got hurt with a basketball." I showed her the bruises. "Then we when to eat somewhere. I purposely left my phone in the car so no one would interrupt us. But his team came and. . ."

"Alright Zachary! Calm down. I'm not interrogating you." She got off the couch and walked over to us. "Your mother must be worried. I got it from here." She said to Jeremy.

"But I want him to stay." I refused to let Jeremy home tonight. I want him to hold me and do other things to me.

And I knew that Jeremy knew that the only reason why I wanted him to stay was because of those things. "No I think I better go. I have to tell my dad what happened tonight."

"But it's Friday. And we don't have anything to do tomorrow."

"Zachary he's tired." My mom jumped in.

"But he's my. . ." I stopped. "Just leave. I don't care anymore. I can just do it myself tonight."

"Do what?" She asked me.

"Something that we planned to do if he won the basketball game."

"Like I said, your hurt so we are not going to do it." Jeremy told me.

"Do what!" My mom asked again.

"It's nothing anymore since we are not going to do it." I walked out of the living room and into my room. I slammed the door so they could here.

Mom walked into my room minutes later with cream in her hand. "Let me see the bruises. Gosh do I need to keep bubble wrap on you?" She joked as she walked over to me.

"So I guess Jeremy went home then."

"He had to go home."

"But weren't you the one that said that if I needed him, he could stay over."

"Yes but not for this reason though." She lifted up my shirt as I laid down on my bed. "You are acting more and more like a child everyday. You are about to turn seventeen soon."

"I don't care."

"Well you should."

"But I don't."

"One day you are going to learn. And what about that thing that you and Jeremy was going to do? Because to me it sounded like you both was talkin' about sex." She started to laugh.

"No mom." I can believe I wasn't careful! I was mad and I didn't think before I spoke.

"Then what was it?"

I wanted to tell her so I could get this off my chest, but it's a secret between Jeremy and I. "Its a secret mom. Between the two of us."

"Oh alright." She left it at that and left my room.

I hope tomorrow we can do it. I really want to do it too. I've been dreaming about it, and I can hold it in anymore. I'm starting to love him. I always act like a baby around him and I just can't help it. And I'm always worrying him. Ever since I started to like him, it's just like all these bad things are happening to me.

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"How are you feeling?" Jeremy called me the next morning.

"Why do you care?" I was laying in bed, playing Assassins Creed.

"Don't be like that. I just didn't want to hurt you even more."

"Yeah but we promised. And I was really ready."

"I know. And if I can wait then you can wait. And what are you playing? I can hear it through the phone."

"It's non of your concern."

"Well I will see soon because I'm heading over there now."

". . ."

"Um, hello?"

" See you soon." My voice squeaky high.

I ended the call quickly and ran to the bathroom to take a bath. I quickly scrubbed down, rinsed off, and dried of with the closest thing to me, which was a dry rag.

I brushed my hair down and ran to my room to get dressed.

I can just dressed up or I might look desperate or something. So I just put on my nice pajamas.

I cleaned my room. Well, I just stuffed everything behind my bed, under my bed, and in my closet. But he doesn't have to know.

"Zachary! Jeremy's here!" Mom told me.

I ran to the living room, just so I could fall right on my damn face.

I heard Jeremy laughing, and my dad criticizing me on the couch. My mom ran over and helped me up.

"Thank you." I said you her.

"Zachary I didn't raise you to be a dumbass." My dad told me. He didn't even take his gaze off the tv."

"Sorry dad." I told him.

"Zachary, go put some clothes on. We're going out." Jeremy said. His keys rattling.

"Okay." I started to run out.

"Don't run or you might fall again." My mom reminded me.

I quickly found an outfit and threw it on. And I was back in the living room in five minutes.

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