Never Loved (Crescent View Academy) (2 page)

I stared at him, lips puckered,
eyes narrow and arms crossed.

“
Awe come on, babe. There’s no
take backs, not when you looked so adorable.” A loud rippled
escaped his lips.

“
Oh.My.God. and when you finally
told me O’Doul’s were none alcoholic beers. I thought I was going
to die, I was so mortified.”

“
As you should be. I mean, wobbling
around, slurring everyone’s name. But, don’t worry. I told them I
had spiked your drinks, when you weren’t looking.”

“
Awe, you made yourself look like a
sick pervert, for me?”

“
Damn right!” he
shouted.

“
Why did you do that anyways? I
mean… stop me from drinking all those times. Jason told me that you
bought a six pack of O’Doul’s just for me whenever we went to a
party together or when we all hanged out in that clearing in the
center of the woods. You know I’ve always wanted to ask you
that.”

For a while, Morgan stayed quite,
too focused on the road that was known for having only one or two
cars pass by every night. I thought I had said something to upset
him, maybe he didn’t want Jason to tell me the truth.

I was unnervingly fluctuating in my
seat, and my hands were fidgeting on my lap when he said. “Cause,
even back then. I knew you were going to be mine, and that I just
needed to figure out a way to get out of the friends zone. I knew
you liked someone.” He gloats. “I didn’t want you getting wasted
and confessing to someone else, I thought for sure, Mandy was going
to tell you but she didn’t. I never once thought I would be the
lucky guy you would have confess to.”

I stayed quite for the longest
time, trying to calm the overwhelming bliss his words generated in
me

I notice that a gleaming strand of
Morgan's golden blonde hair had spilled on to his face. I slowly
brushed it away as he drove through the open metal gates leading to
the front of Tony’s house. He turns to me, and at that moment, one
of the many rods lighting our way through the narrow path, glistens
across his face. His honeysuckle eyes glowed with such strength, I
quivered at the thought that he was mine. He held my gaze not
bothering to pay attention to the acre long stretch between his car
and the front of the house. I swore to myself that I would never
love anyone as much as I loved him at that exact moment.

When we reach the wide metals doors
decorated with cast iron vines trailing down to an antique metal
door handle. I reached for it, and tried to pull it open, but it
was locked. I turned to Morgan, I must have seemed lost, since he
gave me a crooked smile and pointed at the doorbell right next to
the door handle. I smile innocently, embarrassed at how nervous he
made me feel, but not the bad kind of nervous the good kind, the
one that makes everything around you seem like
marshmallows.

I reach for the doorbell. When
Morgan unexpectedly grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me up to his
chest until I was pressed up against him, and was forced to wrap my
arms around his waist.

I felt the hardness of his chest
against the softness of mine. I take in a deep breath and readied
myself for the impact his touch always created inside me. I knew if
that night kept getting better, (and if I could muster enough
courage) Morgan might be allowed to hit a home run for the first
time in both our lives.

He opened his mouth, and stared
into my eyes. I could tell he was struggling to say something. But
at this moment, his lips would be wasted with words, I thought.
Almost as if he had read my mind he gently places his hands on
either side my burning cheeks and jerks me up towards him, searing
our lips together, and once again, taking my breath away. I close
my eyes and felt the waves of warmth that took over me. When he
pulled away, I felt my knees struggling to stay firm.

“
Stay with me
Nicole.” He said, his eyes devouring me from the inside out.
“Don
’
t
leave my sight, like ever. I feel so much calmer when I'm with you.
Like I'm where I'm supposed to be"

I take in a deep breath, replacing
the one he had stolen from me with his words. My eyes intently
focused on his lips. “I won't..." I managed to huff out before
standing on the tip of my toes and I leaning in for one more wave
of warmth.

I finally pressed the soft lighted
button next to the door handle and this ridiculously loud orchestra
of chiming bells mixed itself with the quacking base of alternative
rock and laughter coming from inside the house.

“
Have I told you how beautiful you
look” he said admiring every inch of my body. “And, how sexy you
look, and how incredible your lips feel, and that I fucken love
you.”

“
I fucken love you too, and no you
haven’t. But, I’ll forgive you. Eventually”

I was completely gloating now, I
ran my hands over the bustier top, down to my waist where it begins
to flare out. I made sure my cleavage was hidden and no loose
strands escaping from my wild fringed out ponytail, making sure
everything was perfect, when Morgan ran a finger across my collar
bone and I shuttered to his touch. I was about to lean in for
another heart stopping kiss when this tall muscular body the size
of –I don’t know- the empire state building, pulls open the front
door.

I curve my focus to the big ass
spacious room behind him, filled with loud music, drunk dancing,
and lifted red cups up in the air. I turned my attention to the set
of eyes blocking my way. He smiles, and there is deviance in his
eyes as they trailed down to my legs and up to my chest where they
lingered, as he stepped to the side.

Pervert. I thought.

I
’
m half-ways maneuvering myself
between me and the door when the tall lumber, who was actually Tony
our friend, wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me over his
shoulder. I hold on to Morgan
’
s hand, pleading for him help to
me off this Neanderthal, and preferably before I flash my pink
satin underwear to everyone at the party. But, something seemed to
have snatch Morgan’s attention from the other side of the room. He
loosens his grip and let's go. Disappointed, I called out
him.

“
Hello! Um, uncomfortable butt and
boob action happening right here!” I wave my hands in front of me,
trying to snap Morgan’s.

I thought it was strange that,
whatever Morgan was staring at had him spaced out.

I notice that one of my boobs was
about to start playing pick-a-boo so I clamp my hands across my
chest and screamed out to Morgan again, this time I managed to
seize his attention back to me.

“
Tony, What the hell man!” Morgan
shouted.

“
You snooze you lose, bro. Next
time make sure to hang on to your woman. This sexy ass belongs to
me now.”

“
Fuck you, Tony. You’re such a
douche, Man.”

“
Go find your other girl, Jason. I
think he’s on his rag and needs you to go get him a tampon or
something. He’s been asking for your sweet ass since
earlier.”

“
Nicole…” Tony started to say, but
I couldn’t hear him, a bunch of drunk sophomores, one I recognized
as Stacy, a sweet smart girl, busted out laughing about something
Eric had said.

“
I can’t hear you…”

But it was too late, Tony had
already maneuvered around a group of seniors carrying a keg to the
other room and now they were blocking Morgan’s path to get to
me.

I felt myself getting carried to
somewhere in the back of the house-which later turned out to be
Tony's dad's man cave, filled with those old style video games you
found in outside of supermarkets, a pool table and a ninety inch
television covering the back walk. Morgan protested but Tony yells
something over his should and Morgan takes off in the other
direction.

I did this awesome ninja move,
where I twisted to the side, moving my center body in the opposite
direction. It worked. Well, kind a, I managed to hide my underwear
from everyone at the party, but somehow I ended up being cradling
in Tony's arms like newlyweds crossing the threshold of our new
home.

He smiles and I blush at how
adorably bright his face lit up.

To be completely honest, I always
felt chipper from all the attention Tony showed me. He might have
the body of Hercules but he has the face of an angel. Almost
childlike with soft brows that never seem to frown, button nose,
puckered rosy lips. About half of the school would agree with me
when I say, he’s quiet handsome fellow.

It was no wonder I let him get away
with his constant and barbaric jostling.

I grew up as the red headed,
freckle faced girl, with extremely white skin and cat like green
eyes. I used to get teased a lot growing up, mostly because I was
as straight as the school’s flag pole, minus the pulley thingy. It
wasn't till the middle of this year, when I turned fifteen that my
curves started to pop out. Nothing to brag about, just a nice round
butt, and a solid C bra. It was enough to get some attention from
other guys like Tony and that geeky kid from my chemistry class,
Duncan, I think his name was. That didn’t say much, I mean once
they hit puberty anything with boobs would do, right?

It wasn't like I was interested in
any of them. I kept telling myself, for feeling flattered. I knew
my heart belonged to Morgan, but being flirted with always brought
my confidence level up a notch. And in my warp self-conscience mind
it kind a validated my relationship with Morgan. I wonder if all
the girls going out with guys who are much prettier than them feel
this way. Needy, and paranoid that something better will come
along.

"Put me down." I sternly suggested
to Tony, who seemed to have read behind my empty threats and just
smiles. No surprise there.

Tony hands me a red cup filled with
pink liquid and to be honest, I kinda wished it was an
o’doul’s.

Tony finally swings me up in the
air and gently places me on the top of the pool table located in
the center of the room, like if I was some kind of precious crystal
that could break at the hardest surface. He ran a hand over his
dark auburn hair exposing his rusted coppery eyes, coated with a
bit of shimmery gloss. Probably from all the pink drinks he's been
drinking, I noted to myself.

He grabs my hand and places it over
his chest, just as Morgan had done before him. I tried pulling it
away, but he was too strong. I furrow my brows, willing him to let
go with my James Bond- looks could kill- angry stare.
Nothing.

A minute passes and no Morgan to
save the day, but a whole lot of Tony emerges.

“
Nicole, Baby.
Have I ever told you....
hiccup
...how extremely gorgeous you
look to night." He slurred.

"Shit, Tony, are you drunk?" I
asked worried a little bit. He was a good friend, and last time he
got drunk, his house got ruined and his mom, intimidated his father
with a divorce if his dad didn’t remove him from his influential
friends.

Please! Tony’s as wild as they come
by lady.

"Depends. Are you the kind of girl
who takes advantage of drunk guys, like date rape them once their
past out." He smiles, and I realized that he might be buzzed but he
sure as hell wasn't drunk. I start to feel more relaxed.

"Nope, I'm more of a...steals your
wallet, puts your hand inside a bowl of warm water and takes
pictures of you slumped over the toilet bowl -kind a
girl."

"Damn, I thought the whole drunk
bit would work. Damn it! I'm running out of material here. Help me
out a bit"

"Nope. Sorry. Anyways, have you
seen Mandy around?" I asked.

I knew that the mere mention of
Mandy's name, was enough to sober Tony up. He's always had the
hot’s for Mandy, ever since she broke his nose freshman year. How
do I know this? Let just say, he know a lot about her, way more
than I do, and they hardly ever hangout.
(Ah-stocker-chew)

"Not since she smack my balls for
saying hello earlier." He sourly answered.

"Wait! She's here already?" I edged
myself off the pool table, readying myself to jump off when Tony
puts his enormous hands on my knees, pinning me in
place.

"Seriously" he said. His face
blank, but in a way serious, sort of. "When are you ditching Morgan
and taking a ride on this carnival ride?"

"Sorry Tony. Morgan's my
merry-go-round and I'm never jumping off."

He grabs his chest, and falls to
his knees. “Baby, you
’
re killing me. Can't you see
I
’
m so
much better than a boring pony ride that circles around with
mirrors and flowers and all the cute shit? I
’
m like the thunderbolt of
eternal pleasure, if you know what I mean?"

“
Hmm… let me get
this right.
Your
basically a fast thrill ride that only last for
about a minute?” I chuckled. And he falls further down until his
back was pressed on to the floor.

"You just killed me babe, you
bloody cold hearted killer." He coughs out a painful breath and
closes his eyes, with a smile spreads across his face. Just then,
Mandy my best friend walks into the room, holding up red cup of her
own. She looks at me and then down at Tony. She rolls her eyes and
kicks him in the pit of his stomach.