I Dare You..., chapter 13
:Recap:
I got out of my car, grabbed my dress and walked up to the front door. I stood at the door for a minute or so; I looked down at Tre's shirt I was wearing and smiled. I smelled his shirt again and it smelled like him; he smells so good. I inhaled deeply and opened the door; for some reason it was unlocked. I walked in and found my mom sitting on the couch in our living room. Once she saw me walk in the door with Tre's shirt and my short shorts, she stood up and started to walk toward me with a pissed off, 'don't fuck with me' look on her face...
:End Recap:
"Where the fuck have been you being you fucking little slut?" asked my mom, almost yelling, but not quite there yet. Her face started to turn red.
"Before the prom, you said you didn't want me home, so I went and stayed with Tre."
"And let me guess? You guys fucked, right?"
"As a matter of fact, yes we did and it was the best sex ever. I bet dad never does to you what Tre did to me last night. He is fucking amazing in bed." My mom's face was really starting to flush. My mom started to walk towards me, slowly, and I just stood firmly in the spot I was in.
"You're a slut, a whore, a ho, and bitch. I know I didn't raise you like this," my mom said. She was right in front of me now.
"You know what mom? You're right; you didn't raise me to be this. You raised me to be prep and the person you wanted to be and not letting myself be me. Going on that shopping spree at the beginning of the year was the best thing I could have ever done. I met some of the greatest guy with doing so. Damn, now I'm even talking like you with how I say my sentences." I paused for a moment. "I'm leaving; I'm not living here anymore." I started to walk past her when she pulled me back in front of her. She slapped me hard across the face, leaving a incredibly red hand mark, along with a large cut from her ring. (why does everyone I know wear rings? ) I had a shocked look on my face, then it turned to a pissed off look. I ran upstairs and gathered everything I had, well, most of it. I stopped a moment and looked in my mirror; the cut my mom had given me had started to bleed. I didn't bother washing it off, I wanted to show that fucker what she did to me. I got together all the clothes I loved, shoved them into a bag, and ran downstairs with them. I walked past my mom, opened the door, and when I was almost out, I turned toward her and said "I never loved you. Later you fucking son of a bitch." With that, I walked out and slammed the door behind me. I threw the bags in the trunk of my Camaro, and drove off to Tre's.
Once I got to his house, I got my stuff from the trunk and walked into his house. I saw Billie, Mike, and Tre sitting on the couch, laughing at something. I walked back to Tre's room and threw my stuff down in a corner of the room. I sat down on the bed, dug my face into my hands and started crying; all three guys walked into the room. I was still wearing my short shorts and Tre's shirt. Tre sat next to me, while Mike sat on the other side and Billie squatted down in front of me. "Baby girl, what's wrong?" Tre asked as he put his arm around my shoulder. I looked up at him. A look of shock and worry spread across all three guys faces, especially Tre's. Tre moved his arm from my shoulders to both of my arms and he made me face him. "Who did this to you?" he asked.
I looked down for a little bit; "My mom," I said. I started to cry again. Tre pulled me close to him and I cried into his shoulder. Mike and Billie rubbed my back. After a few minutes of crying, I started to calm down. I looked at all the guys and said "Thanks." Then I remembered something. "Oh, can I stay with you Tre?" He slightly laughed.
"Of course baby girl." We all stood up.
"Okay, I know this is really random," Billie started. "But did your boobs get bigger Allie?" Tre punched him in his arm. "What? I haven't seen her in a little while and I just noticed that they looked bigger."
"I don't know," I said. "They're so small I can't tell when they get bigger."
"Come on," Tre said, stepping toward me and putting his hands on my hips. "They're not that small."
"Yes they are! There are sophomores at our school that have bigger boobs than me! And I'm a senior about to graduate. I'm only a 38 A; that's pretty small for someone my age." I hated my chest and always have. Tre just looked at me sweetly and kissed me. "I can't believe we're going to graduate in 5 days! Well, everyone except for Billie."
"And me," Tre said. I looked at him strangely. "Yeah, I ain't graduating." I just shrugged it off. I released myself from Tre's grasp and walked over to Mike, putting my arm around his shoulder.
"Well, buddy, looks like we're the only ones graduating."
"Yep," Mike said.
*5 days later*
"Allison Petty," I heard the principal call. I walked onto the stage, grabbed the diploma, shook her hand while she told me congratulations, walked off stage, and waited for Mike's name to be called. As I walked off the stage, I saw Billie and Tre looking at me. Even though they didn't graduate, they can to see me and Mike graduate.
"Micheal Pritchard." I clapped and cheered like crazy for him, probably 'cause I had no one else to cheer for. After me and Mike had gone on stage and gotten our diploma's, all four of us had gone home and had our own after party. We first started off with the guys playing songs from their album which they had recorded last year and some new songs that they were working on. When they got done playing, the really got started. The 'fun' involved all four of us getting drunk and high. Mike and Billie started making-out at some point and me and Tre ended up having sex and, as always, it was awesome.
The next morning I woke up to find myself in Tre's arms and him so close to me that I could feel his breath down my neck. I got out of bed carefully, trying not to wake Tre, but I did. "Morning honeysuckle," I said as I leaned toward him and kissed him.
"Morning baby girl." I got dressed and went to the kitchen to find Billie cooking and Mike sitting at the table, looking pretty sober considering how drunk he was last night.
"Hey Billie. Hey Mikey." I sat down next to Mike. "You look pretty good for being completely wasted. And Billie over there doesn't even look like he got drunk last night."
"Allie, are you planning on going to college?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, why?" Billie can over to the table with breakfast; he had made bacon, eggs, toast, and waffles. It actually looked pretty good.
"Well, I was thinking we could go to the same one."
"That'd be awesome and I think we could do that," I said smiling. Then Tre came walking in right when we were about to start eating. Tre came over and sat next to me while Mike and I were talking about where we should go. After a long discussion, we both decided on a college that both of us liked. We both got applications and filled them out and we both were accepted.
Everyone graduated/ended their school year at 18 except for Tre who was 17. Mike and I both started college at 19 and finished our first year of college at 20. I continued to live with Tre while Mike lived with Billie. All though college, their band had kept going on tours and leaving for weeks, sometimes months, leaving me alone and wanting Tre so badly.
I got out of my car, grabbed my dress and walked up to the front door. I stood at the door for a minute or so; I looked down at Tre's shirt I was wearing and smiled. I smelled his shirt again and it smelled like him; he smells so good. I inhaled deeply and opened the door; for some reason it was unlocked. I walked in and found my mom sitting on the couch in our living room. Once she saw me walk in the door with Tre's shirt and my short shorts, she stood up and started to walk toward me with a pissed off, 'don't fuck with me' look on her face...
:End Recap:
"Where the fuck have been you being you fucking little slut?" asked my mom, almost yelling, but not quite there yet. Her face started to turn red.
"Before the prom, you said you didn't want me home, so I went and stayed with Tre."
"And let me guess? You guys fucked, right?"
"As a matter of fact, yes we did and it was the best sex ever. I bet dad never does to you what Tre did to me last night. He is fucking amazing in bed." My mom's face was really starting to flush. My mom started to walk towards me, slowly, and I just stood firmly in the spot I was in.
"You're a slut, a whore, a ho, and bitch. I know I didn't raise you like this," my mom said. She was right in front of me now.
"You know what mom? You're right; you didn't raise me to be this. You raised me to be prep and the person you wanted to be and not letting myself be me. Going on that shopping spree at the beginning of the year was the best thing I could have ever done. I met some of the greatest guy with doing so. Damn, now I'm even talking like you with how I say my sentences." I paused for a moment. "I'm leaving; I'm not living here anymore." I started to walk past her when she pulled me back in front of her. She slapped me hard across the face, leaving a incredibly red hand mark, along with a large cut from her ring. (why does everyone I know wear rings? ) I had a shocked look on my face, then it turned to a pissed off look. I ran upstairs and gathered everything I had, well, most of it. I stopped a moment and looked in my mirror; the cut my mom had given me had started to bleed. I didn't bother washing it off, I wanted to show that fucker what she did to me. I got together all the clothes I loved, shoved them into a bag, and ran downstairs with them. I walked past my mom, opened the door, and when I was almost out, I turned toward her and said "I never loved you. Later you fucking son of a bitch." With that, I walked out and slammed the door behind me. I threw the bags in the trunk of my Camaro, and drove off to Tre's.
Once I got to his house, I got my stuff from the trunk and walked into his house. I saw Billie, Mike, and Tre sitting on the couch, laughing at something. I walked back to Tre's room and threw my stuff down in a corner of the room. I sat down on the bed, dug my face into my hands and started crying; all three guys walked into the room. I was still wearing my short shorts and Tre's shirt. Tre sat next to me, while Mike sat on the other side and Billie squatted down in front of me. "Baby girl, what's wrong?" Tre asked as he put his arm around my shoulder. I looked up at him. A look of shock and worry spread across all three guys faces, especially Tre's. Tre moved his arm from my shoulders to both of my arms and he made me face him. "Who did this to you?" he asked.
I looked down for a little bit; "My mom," I said. I started to cry again. Tre pulled me close to him and I cried into his shoulder. Mike and Billie rubbed my back. After a few minutes of crying, I started to calm down. I looked at all the guys and said "Thanks." Then I remembered something. "Oh, can I stay with you Tre?" He slightly laughed.
"Of course baby girl." We all stood up.
"Okay, I know this is really random," Billie started. "But did your boobs get bigger Allie?" Tre punched him in his arm. "What? I haven't seen her in a little while and I just noticed that they looked bigger."
"I don't know," I said. "They're so small I can't tell when they get bigger."
"Come on," Tre said, stepping toward me and putting his hands on my hips. "They're not that small."
"Yes they are! There are sophomores at our school that have bigger boobs than me! And I'm a senior about to graduate. I'm only a 38 A; that's pretty small for someone my age." I hated my chest and always have. Tre just looked at me sweetly and kissed me. "I can't believe we're going to graduate in 5 days! Well, everyone except for Billie."
"And me," Tre said. I looked at him strangely. "Yeah, I ain't graduating." I just shrugged it off. I released myself from Tre's grasp and walked over to Mike, putting my arm around his shoulder.
"Well, buddy, looks like we're the only ones graduating."
"Yep," Mike said.
*5 days later*
"Allison Petty," I heard the principal call. I walked onto the stage, grabbed the diploma, shook her hand while she told me congratulations, walked off stage, and waited for Mike's name to be called. As I walked off the stage, I saw Billie and Tre looking at me. Even though they didn't graduate, they can to see me and Mike graduate.
"Micheal Pritchard." I clapped and cheered like crazy for him, probably 'cause I had no one else to cheer for. After me and Mike had gone on stage and gotten our diploma's, all four of us had gone home and had our own after party. We first started off with the guys playing songs from their album which they had recorded last year and some new songs that they were working on. When they got done playing, the really got started. The 'fun' involved all four of us getting drunk and high. Mike and Billie started making-out at some point and me and Tre ended up having sex and, as always, it was awesome.
The next morning I woke up to find myself in Tre's arms and him so close to me that I could feel his breath down my neck. I got out of bed carefully, trying not to wake Tre, but I did. "Morning honeysuckle," I said as I leaned toward him and kissed him.
"Morning baby girl." I got dressed and went to the kitchen to find Billie cooking and Mike sitting at the table, looking pretty sober considering how drunk he was last night.
"Hey Billie. Hey Mikey." I sat down next to Mike. "You look pretty good for being completely wasted. And Billie over there doesn't even look like he got drunk last night."
"Allie, are you planning on going to college?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, why?" Billie can over to the table with breakfast; he had made bacon, eggs, toast, and waffles. It actually looked pretty good.
"Well, I was thinking we could go to the same one."
"That'd be awesome and I think we could do that," I said smiling. Then Tre came walking in right when we were about to start eating. Tre came over and sat next to me while Mike and I were talking about where we should go. After a long discussion, we both decided on a college that both of us liked. We both got applications and filled them out and we both were accepted.
Everyone graduated/ended their school year at 18 except for Tre who was 17. Mike and I both started college at 19 and finished our first year of college at 20. I continued to live with Tre while Mike lived with Billie. All though college, their band had kept going on tours and leaving for weeks, sometimes months, leaving me alone and wanting Tre so badly.
