Megans POV
"Wake up!" Sloan yelled, managing to push me off the bed completely. Which hurt I might add. For carpeted floor, it hurt like hell.
Glaring at her, I slowly stood up. It's close to being Halloween, so of course people are already planning parties. Even though it's basically a month away. I guess people are just really excited to dress as whores and nobody say anything to them about it.
"What time is it even?" I asked, taking my phone off the charger, I returned to glaring at Sloan. It was only Tuesday, and here Sloan was waking me up at the asscrack of dawn. "Why are we waking up sk early?" I asked, getting up to brush my hair and teeth.
"We're catching a ride with Skye, I have a district meet this afternoon. I told you." She said, making a face that said otherwise.
I tried not to make it obvious that my mood had improved at the mention of Skye's name. For the past couple of days, we've seemed to have grown closer. With secret stares between classes. Our little moments, where either her or I would be staring and would get caught. I was working up my nerve to telling Sloan about us. And Skye was nothing but supportive and understanding.
There were times where Skye and I had gotten into arguments. Nothing too big or anything though. It was normally whenever Evan would bother Sloan and I in class. She would get angry that I wouldn't let her 'beat his ass to a pulp.' And I would say how I didn't think he was worth her getting suspended or expelled. She would apologize and we would get on with our lives.
We hadn't gotten too intimate. Just a lot of heated make-out sessions. Some part of me thought that it was because she didn't want me. Not the way I did her. It's still something I think from time to time, but I know it's not true. She's different when she's with me. Like, when we're truly alone. She doesn't use sarcasm to hide herself. She tell me things. She hasn't completely opened up to me I'm sure, but she tells me how she feels about things.
She was honest with the fact that she didn't like me talking to Dylan. He and I got to talking, and once I actually got to know him, I didn't find him as annoying. He was pretty cool, and we became friends. Which I assured Skye of.
She wasn't the jealous type. Not at all. She was just protective. She doesn't trust anyone except for me, partially, and her family. Well, her parents and her sister.
"Would y'all hurry up!" I heard Skye yell up the stairs. I grabbed my bag and headed down the stairs.
I couldn't help but smile as I looked at her. Meeting my eyes, she smirked. Her eyes roaming over my face. She did this a lot. She would stare at me like I was some precious gem. At first it made me feel self conscious. But now, it made me happy. Thinking that Skye thought so much of me.
"You ready to go?" She asked slowly, staring down at my lips. It made it so hard not to pounce on her lips when she did this.
"Yeah." I said. As I was about to lean in, Sloan came bounding down the stairs. It really was getting harder and harder to control myself around her.
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Sitting in third period, I was dreading the fact that Sloan had to be a dang cheerleader. Leaving me alone in a class where she was the only person I would talk to.
I decided texting Skye would at least help ease my boredom.
Me: hey:)
Her response came soon after. That's another thing I liked about Skye. She responded quickly. I'm very impatient when it comes to waiting for someone to text back.
Skye: hey
Me: what are you doing?
Skye: sitting here, doing nothing. You?
Me: same. Sloans at her meet thing, and I don't really talk to anyone in this class.
Skye: so sad
Me: ass much?
Skye: only for you.
I smiled, putting my phone back into ,y pocket befor the teacher had a fit. I didn't have anything I needed to finish, mostly because the teacher gives us one assignment a week to work on. Either way, I was practically stuck here with nothing to do. I would leave, but I don't have anywhere to go.
Looking around, I didn't notice before how many people were actually in this class. Every seat was full, and there was liked thirty of them. I don't know if other people found this to be a lot, but I did. I didn't actually know most of these kids.
There was one kid that I had classes with in the past. But I've never actually talked to him before, so I don't know his name.
Thinking about it now, it seemed like I had a lot of classes with him throughout the years. Or at least it felt like that. Part of me felt bad for not talking to him. But then again, I didn't. There was just a weird vibe to him.
Shrugging it off, I just laid my head down. During the class, I felt as if someone was watching me. But every time I would look up, no one was. I just blamed it on Sloan not being here.
As I packed my things neatly back into my bag, I headed out of the classroom. I was so ready for this day to end, and it was barely even fourth period.
Trudging towards my locker, I saw Skye standing there. Looking down at her phone. A small frown sketched onto her face.
"Hey." I greeted once I was in hearing range.
"Hi." She responded, shoving her phone back in her pocket.
"Everything ok?" I asked, grabbing my books.
"Yeah." Her eyes were glued to the floor. Even when she did look up, she wouldn't meet my eyes.
"Skye, what's wrong?"
"Can we just....." She sighed, shaking her head. "Can we talk about this at home?" Her voice wasn't as steady as it usually was, so I knew that whatever it was, it was seriously bothering her. I just nodded my head, and before I knew it, she stalked off.
During the rest of my day, my mind was on one thing. Skye. She was constantly consuming my thoughts. I even found myself writing 'Skye' on one of my papers instead of my own name.
It seems like every time I want the clock to go faster, it goes as slow as it possible can. While when I want my time, it just flies by.
I was sitting in my last period of the day, when Sloan texted me.
Sloan: hey, my aunt Tina is coming to visit.
Me: Aunt Tina?
Out of the whole time I've known Sloan and her family, I've never heard of an Aunt Tina.
Sloan: Yeah, uncle Robs wife.
Is that what was bothering Skye? I would think so, because if it were anything else, I'm sure she would at least tell me. But I knew that this kind of topic was extremely hard for her to open up about.
Walking around for the rest of the day, I couldn't focus on anything else but Skye. She didn't really talk to me, she would say things like 'hey', or, 'sup'. But we didn't have any actual conversations.
Not even when we were sitting I her car on the way to the house. She was there, but she wasn't. Her eyes were staring out to the distance as we drove silently. Not knowing what to do, I just grabbed her hand. Squeezing ever so gently. Her hand held onto mine the whole ride. We didn't talk, but I think that it made her feel a little better that I was there for her.
Entering the house, it was dead quiet. I saw Ms.Adams, Skye and Sloans mom, sitting on the couch talking with a woman I assumed to be Aunt Tina. They were drinking tea calmly talking about the weather. I found it quite peculiar that I hadn't ever heard of Aunt Tina. I assumed it was because of what had happened. I still figured that Sloan would have at least mentioned her over the years. Now much she had hated her or something.
"Hello dear," the strange woman greeted Skye. She gave this look that suggested that she didn't completely like the idea that I was here, but she greeted me anyways. She extended her hand, "my names Tina. You must be Megan."
"Yes ma'am." I said. My voice was steady but I was nervous around this woman. There was just an aura around her. Something that wasn't right.
"Skye dear, your father won't be home until later, would you mind cooking dinner?" Skye hadn't said a word during this entire exchange, and she wasn't about to now. She just nodded her head curtly, turned on her heel, and went to the kitchen.
It was scary seeing Skye like this again. Like she felt alone. I wanted to help her, but I wasn't sure how. I wanted her to talk to me, but I didn't know what to say. I'm not sure I would understand completely what she was feeling, but I felt as if I should try and help.
"Do you need any help?" I asked carefully. I wasn't going to bring it up straight away, I wanted her to tell me on her own. To not feel pressured to tell me anything she wasn't ready for.
"Can you dice some potatoes?" Nodding my head, I took out some potatoes and a knife. Careful not too make it too obvious I wanted to talk.
"She's here." She said, after about ten minutes of cooking in silence. I didn't want to say anything wrong, so I just watched her. "She's here, and that makes it real." Her voice was fragile, and I could see that her hand was trembling ever so slightly.
It hurt my heart. Here I was, with the girl I cared so much about. And I did t even know how to help her. So I did the best thing I could think of. I walked up to her, and wrapped my arms around her waist. She tensed at first, but relaxed into my hold. Resting my head into her back, we stood like that for a while. Her finishing the preparations for dinner, and me, my head resting on her back, listening to her steady heartbeat.
After dinner was popped into the oven, I walked with Skye to her room. I could feel the eyes of the strange woman on my back as I walked past her, but I ignored it. My main focus right now, was to help Skye in any way she needed.
Once we reached her room, she closed the door. Leaning her head gently on it. Standing a few feet back, I watched as her breathing became erratic. Her shoulders fighting the urge to shake. I knew she was on the verge of tears.
Walking up to her, I turned her around, and kissed her gently. Cupping her soft face in my hands. Kissing her with as much passion as I could muster. I wanted her to truly understand that I was there for her. This kiss, it was surreal. It was like it was in my dream. Like it wasn't real, but I knew it was. I could feel the Sparks travel down my spine when she ran her hands up my arms.
Pulling her softly down to the bed, I leaned my head back as her lips went down to my neck. I tried not to moan as she sucked gently on my neck. Even harder when she went up and nibbled lightly on my ear.
Grabbing her face, I connected our lips once again. Parting my lips to let our tongues dance together.
Pulling away slowly, she rested her forehead on mine, her eyes still closed. Her breathing a little less erratic, but still rapid. She took a deep breath before final,y opening her eyes. Bringing my hand up to her mouth, she kissed it tenderly.
Finally looking into my eyes. Her stormy dark eyes, are full of pain. I could tell that this was hard for her. I no longer wanted to know why seeing her Aunt was so painful, when she wasn't the one who raped her. I understood she has her reasons, but I was no longer concerned with unveiling them. I was more focused on helping her overcome her pain.
"I can't......." She started, laughing slightly, she brought her hand up to brush the hair from my face. "I can't think straight around you."
"I can't breath right around you." I said honestly. She smiled. The first real smile today.
"How do you manage to drive me so insane?"
"I could ask you the same." I said.
Pulling me in for one last tender kiss, we stood, and walked down. Preparing ourselves for possibly one of the most awkward dinners I've ever been to.