Megans POV
Oh. My. God.
That dinner was excruciatingly awkward. But what got me fired up the most, was what that woman Tina had said to Skye once she got her alone. Or thought she had gotten her alone. It made my blood boil hearing her threaten Skye. More so when she called her a liar. Picking her scumbag husbands word over her's.
It hurt seeing the way it affected Skye. She tries so hard to show people she's not weak. That she doesn't need anyone. That she can do everything on her own. I knew that letting herself be truly vulnerable to me, was a burden for her. She tried to hide herself from me, but I didn't let her.
I know it's hard to continuously run from what you're afraid of. I do it all the time with Evan. I've done it for a while, but it must be nothing compared to what she's had to deal with, with Tina. It's completely different for her.
I stared at her as she slept. I watched her shoulders move up and down as she breathed. I was a bit sad that Sloan would be coming home soon. Meaning I would have to leave the comfort of Skye's bed. I began to hate the idea of keeping Skye and I a secret from Sloan, but I hated the idea of losing her because of it.
I brought my hand slowly up to her back, and traced her shoulders. They're were broad, but not extensively. She was strong. But it wasn't the type of strength that she had to spend hours a day in a gym to obtain. It was the kind where she had actually gained from working. Doing jobs like, building a pool for the next door neighbor.
Here she was.....this undeniable force. This independent, undeniable force. With someone who was too afraid to tell anyone that she was with her. Actually, I wasn't afraid of telling people anymore. I was afraid losing them.
This girl made me the happiest I've been in a while.
Tracing my fingers lightly over her skin, she shifted. Turning over to face  me. Her eyes blinked opened, and smiled up at me. Her stormy grey eyes, looked like a sea of calm in the morning. Her features were soft, and relaxed. Unlike how she was further on in the day.
"You know, some people may think it's creepy when someone watches them as they sleep, but I find it quite endearing." She joked. Even in the mornings she was sarcastic.
"I was not watching you sleep." I defended, pecking her lips gently.
"You totally were." She said, sitting up. She stretched out her body, and stood. Her body was like a fortress of solitude. "I'm guessing Sloan will be home soon." Her voice sounded dejected, but she hid it well with a smile.
"Yeah." I said, watching her intently. Her eyes traveled back to mine, and she smiled again. A real one this time.
After a few minutes of silently staring at each other, we stood and walked downstairs. Her parents were a,ready sitting at the island. Her mother loomed at both of us, and gave a slight smile. I wondered what that was about, but I pushed it aside to the back of my mind.
"There's food on the oven dears. Skye, your fathe and I are off to work." I watched as they both heads out of the front door. Talking in hush tones.
"I guess we should-....."
"Guess who's home?!" Sloans voice echoed throughout the house. She sure knew how to make an entrance.
Walking a around the corner, she tossed her duffel down on the floor. Sitting down lazily, she snatched a piece of bacon from the plate next to her. Chomping on it, her eyes darted between eyes. Feeling that if I were to look into her eyes, it would reveal everything from the past twenty four hours, I busied myself with getting a plate of food for myself.
"How'd it go?" Skye stroked a conversation as she chomped on her own piece of bacon. Theses two were so alike it was crazy.
"Not as bad as I had expected. We weren't spot on in our routine, but we did better than we did at practice. We didn't drop our flyer like that one ratchet school in the next town over. We still placed in the top ten. Hopefully my new routine will help us place higher in the semifinals." Sloan explained, still munching away on her food. "You ready for that party tonight?" Sloan directed to me.
"There's a party?" I asked. Remembering what had happened the last time I had gone to a party.
"Yeah, all the girls from the squad want to get together to celebrate." Sloan explained, putting down her bacon.
"Oh, ok." I said, glancing at Skye. Â She was staring intently at a certain spot on the counter.
"Sweet. But I am not getting drunk again. I hate the hangovers. They're horrible." She said, rubbing her hand over her head absentmindedly. She smiled at me, then ran up the stairs. I assumed it was to fix her hair and makeup before going out.
I didn't know what to say at the moment. I knew I wanted to assure Skye that I would indeed, not be drinking at the party. Especially after I practically spilled my guts out to her when I was drunk.
"You'll be ok tonight?" She asked softly. Her hands were folded on the counter. Another thing, I noticed, she does when she's nervous.
"I won't drink. " I said. Walking up behind her. I wanted nothing more than to feel her touch, but I knew I Â couldn't. Not with Sloan right up stairs. This was something that was the hardest part. Not being able to be with her in the way I wanted to all the time.
I just sucked in a breath, and walked away. Walking away from her, felt wrong. I felt like a low life for it. But, I knew it wasn't the right time for me to be with her. There were times where I forgot we weren't on private. I'd slip, and lean in a bit too close. Or, grab for her hand. Each time that I would happen, I would usually catch myself. That didn't bother me. What had bothered me was the look on Skye's face when I would do it. It would only be there for a spilt second, but I saw it. She would have this look of hurt. Like she thought I didn't actually want to be with her.
Just breathe.
I walked up to Sloans room. She was looking through her closet. Items of clothing flew threw the room as she hummed to herself. She was always very picky when it came to picking an outfit for a party. It had to be just right, or she wouldn't go. She would occasionally show up 'fashionably late'. But in reality, it was because she couldn't find an outfit in time.
"What're you wearing tonight?" She called from her closet.
"Just some jeans and a t-shirt." I answered.
"I was thinking of wearing a grey mini skirt or something." She explained, coming out of the closet, wearing a skirt. Matched with a black shirt. She looked nice. I figured she dressed nice for tonight because she was meeting Chase.
Later, at the party, Sloan, Chase, and I, walked into some house in a neighborhood at the other end of town. This was where all the rich kids live. So you could tell, this party would be filled with alcohol, and buzzed hormonal teenagers.
Looking around, I saw I was right. All around the large bottom floor of this hous, from the incredulously decked out game room, to the beautifully sculpted veranda out on the back porch, Â different people were spread about. Drinks in hand, and one thing on their minds. Sex. More specifically, a one night stand.
I knew I should be careful about how much I drank tonight. If I would drink at all. I knew Sloan didn't need me to watch out for her, since she was with Chase and all, but still. I didn't know anyone else here, so I wanted to be careful.
Exploring further into the house, I realized that there were actually a few people here that I knew. Not many, but enough to to know that this wasn't just a college party.
I was happy to know I wasn't the only other high schooler here, so I wouldn't have the worry about everything so much. But, I still felt on edge. As if something, or someone, were lurking in a dark corner somewhere. Who am I kidding, I'm at a party. There are probably a dozen kids lurking in corners. Trying to get up the courage to go and talk to some hot girl.
I just grabbed a coke from the counter, and walked over to an empty space by the living room. Looking around, I saw Sloan and Chase talking with a bunch of other people. I was about to turn and look further around the living room, when something caught my eye.
There was some guy, sitting at the counter, drink in hand, just watching me. I wasn't sure he was staring at me, but he was looking in my general direction. I decided to walk around to test my theory. And like I had thought, his eyes followed me. I wasn't looking directly at him, but I kept him in my peripheral vision.
Walking over to Sloan, I hid myself beside her and some other random person. I guess Sloan had noticed my change in behavior.
"You ok?" She whispered in my ear.
"Yeah. I just got creeped out." I said, nodding over my shoulder to the guy who was still perched at the counter.
She nodded her head. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me closer in between her and Chase. Sloan is extremely protective. Especially when it comes to me.
Throughout the rest of the party, Sloan and I kept close. Not wanting to separate just in case counter guy was some kind of serial killer, who would jump at the opportunity to cut either of us into pieces the second one of us were alone. I was thankful when I saw the first few people leaving the party. And practically ecstatic knowing that Sloan hadn't drank that much. Meaning I wouldn't have to take care of her.
If there was one thing on my mind, even more so than being stalked at a party, it was Skye. I know it sounds cheesy, but I miss her. I miss her intoxicating smell. Her soft touch. Even her sarcastic comments. I just missed her.
"You ready to go?" Sloan asked, grabbing her bag and keys. No, she would not be driving. I am the designated driver of tonight.
"Yeah." I said nodding.
Walking to the door, I bumped into someone. Looking up, I saw it was the same guy from the counter. I muttered a 'sorry', and turned to walk away. But his strong grip in my arm stopped me.
"If I can't have you...." His words slithered down my spine. Causing a ripple of panic to shoot through my body. "No one will."
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Chases angered voice carried throughout the corridor. Gaining a few glances our way. Chase practically ripped the guys hand off of me, and squeezed. Hard.
The strangers face contorted in pain, but Chase soon let go. Glaring daggers at the guy. He walked me to the door where Sloan was waiting. She kept her eyes at the door as she walked.
I wanted nothing more than to have Skye hold me. I was scared, but mostly confused at what had happened. Knowing that chase would be spending the night, I favored the idea of 'sleeping on the couch'. In reality it was likely I would spend the whole night talking with Skye.
Our conversations were unlike any others I had with people. They were the conversations where I actually felt at ease being completely honest with her. I didn't have to hide what I was feeling because I was afraid she would pity me. The truth is that she would never pity me. She doesn't think I need to be saved. She sees it as, I'm somebody who lived through something horrific. Just as she has.
Pulling into the driveway, I looked at the time.
12:34 am.
I sat quietly as Sloan and Chase got out of the car. She looked to me, and I nodded my head to let her know I'm ok. I just wanted to sit here and have some peace. I sat with my head leaning on the steering wheel. I could still feel the imprint of his hand on my arm. I knew it would likely bruise. And if Sloan wasn't in there telling Skye about what happened, which is likely she was, she would know something was up with the mark on my arm.
As I had predicted, I saw the front door open, and a sleepy looking Skye walk out into view. She was dressed in pajama pants, and a tank top. Her hair rested on a messy bun on top of her head.
Our eyes locked, and it was as if a switch flipped in me. I was no longer scared, or worried that the creep had followed me home. I was no longer concerned with what he had said. I was content, staring into her stormy grey eyes.
She came up to the window, knocking as she shivered lightly. Taking the key out of the ignition, I opened the door, and allowed myself to be enveloped into the touch that I had missed so much.
"We should get inside," she said, rubbing her hands over my back. "It's freezing balls out here."
We walked halfway to the door hand in hand, but I let go once we got to the door. The familiar pang of guilt flowing through me. Sloan and Chase were probably already upstairs, so I settled myself on the couch. Skye doing the same.
"How was the party?" She asked. Already knowing the answer. She was just looking for me to tell her.
"There was this creep," I said honestly. Diving into the story of what had occurred. I told her how he was staring at me. And how I had bumped into him when we were leaving, and he grabbed me. I could see her get a bit angry at the thought of anyone laying their hands on me.
"How bad did he hurt you?" She asked. Taking my arm gently in her hands.
"I'm fine." I assured her.
Her eyes met mine. Bringing her hand up to my cheek, she brought her lips to mine. Kissing me with an intense passion that made me lightheaded. Grabbing her face, I kissed her with all of me. I had missed this feeling. I felt weightless when I was kissing Skye. Like I was in space with the most beautiful girl in the universe.
Her hands went to my waist, and pulled me closer. I was half tempted to straddle her, but I was afraid that if I did, I wouldn't be able to control myself. Her scent was so incredibly intoxicating. She brought her lips down to my neck, kissing gently. Before connecting her lips with mine once more.
I heard someone clear their throat, and I jumped back.
Chase stood there awkwardly, rubbing his hands together. "Glasses?" He asked, nodding towards the kitchen.
"Top cabinet, to the left of the fridge." Skye explained, watching as he went to go grab some glasses.
My heart was racing from being caught. My mind racked with what would happen if Chase told Sloan what he saw. But he assured us he wouldn't before heading back up the stairs.
"That was close." I said. "Could you imagine if that was Sloan that came down the stairs? Or one of your parents?" Her eyes searched mine. Then her head hung low. I knew my words had hurt her feelings. She probably thinks I don't ever want to tell anyone we're together. "Skye, I didn't mean-......"
"It's ok. I understand." She said, smiling at me. She stood, kissing my head gently. "I'm a bit tired, goodnight Megan." She said before heading up the stairs.
"Goodnight Skye, I love you." I went about watching tv for the next hour or so. The realization of what I said only hitting me seconds before I laid down to go to bed.
I said I loved Skye.