Categories > Original > Romance > Smiles Fade in the Summer
The wind grazed my cheeks gently, whipping my hair around in all directions as I strolled down the suburban sidewalk, hearing the swing set of the local park creak with each stride of motion. My heart pounded against my ribcage, blood rushing through my thin blue veins, becoming more and more anxious by the second. I fought to keep my breathing under control, the crisp, chilly wind freezing the insides of my lungs further, with each and every intake of oxygen.
I was heading to the party that Everett so kindly invited me to yesterday, feeling even more nervous about going since none of my friends were there; meaning, Alex or Bailey. Sure, Everett’s going, but he’s most likely going to go off on his own to have sex, paying little to no attention to my ugly ass.
I let a frustrated sigh escape my parted lips. I’m stupid. That’s all I’ll ever be. I was stupid to take the bet, I was stupid to say yes to the invitation to this party, and now I’m being stupid because I’m complaining. Geez, I need to learn not to ramble on and on about silly things like this.
I decided to walk to the party, considering it was only a few blocks down from my street, but I should’ve brought a jacket. Again, I was being stupid and careless. Anyone is their right minds would plan on bringing a jacket with them at 9:00 at night.
As I neared toward the address written on the paper, I could hear, feel, the rhythmic beat of the ferociously deafening music. My stomach clenched at the thought of all the sweaty bodies in there, pressing themselves against each other mercilessly. What have I gotten myself into…
The sight of the house was enough to make me flee with terror, while others would run into its warm embrace. I, however, wasn’t the least bit phased from its “appealing” exterior; actually, it was the exact opposite.
I gawked at scarlet plastic cups strewn about in the front lawn, accompanied by strings of… toilet paper? This is just too much.
I started walking the other way, not bothered that I would have lied to Everett, but stopped when my name was called out.
“Cameron! I thought you’d never show up!” I gasped inwardly when I recognized the voice as Everett’s. Oh well; too late now. I swiveled my body around, a smile forcing itself onto my lips.
“Hey,” I muttered, commencing to walk across the dingy lawn.
“You look nice,” he said, eyeing my entire body greedily. His breath came at me, invading my nose with the smell of liquor. I scrunched up my face in look of distortion.
“Thank you; so do you,” I mumbled before I took the time to glance at his outfit. My gaze landed on his face first. He had a tiny lair of eyeliner, neater than he normally has it. His shirt was a simple black T-shirt, and wore a single pair of dark jeans. Wow, he did look nice.
He staggered of balance for a moment, looking like he was going to fall.
“Are you drunk?”
“No, just buzzed. I only had two shots of tequila, but I popped a Vicodin before I came here.” I stopped just before we entered through the door, my mouth hanging open a tad. He grabbed my shoulder, tugging lightly. “Come on, you’re not going to get hurt.”
His hand slid the doorknob, releasing the ear-splitting music. I snapped my hand out of his grasp, covering my ears childishly, squinting my eyes as well. He cocked his eye brow in amusement, tugging my waist initiating me to follow obediently.
We slipped through the various people, some I knew, some I didn’t. “Is it alright that you invited me?”
“Totally. He said to invite any of your friends.” I smile glowed from my face, beaming up at him. He brought me into the kitchen, a table sitting by itself, holding up every type of alcohol imaginable in a giant bucket filled with ice.
“What do you want to drink?” He asked looking at me expectedly. I swallowed hard.
“I don’t drink.” He sneered at my blunt statement, grabbing a tall bottle of ‘Captain Morgan’s’.
“Do you want to go dance with someone?”
“No, not really,” I said quietly.
“Good, cause neither do I.” His smiled practically illuminated through the entire room.
“Oh… okay.”
He opened the cap of the giant, poison-filled bottle, swiftly lifting it to his lips, chugging the bitter liquid as if it were candy flavored. “Are you sure you don’t want any? I don’t really want this.”
He didn’t bother for a reply, just handed me the bottle. He gripped my free hand, instigating me to trail after him. He led me straight up the stairs.
“Where are we going?” I half yelled over the roaring music.
“Upstairs to a bedroom,” he shouted. My eyes got wide with terror at his statement. He merely rolled his eyes as I tried to release his hold on me. He came deathly close to face, his hot liquor reeking breath touching my ear as he spoke.
“I’m not going to have sex with you, smarts. I want to have a decent conversation without having to scream over the music.” My whole body relaxed at his soothing words, almost falling back as I did so. I didn’t reply; just nodded.
We had reached the top of the stairs, entering the first room to the right. It didn’t look like anyone’s room. Just a guest room, maybe. He plopped me down on the bed, the bottle of liquor jiggling within my lap. I was so tempted to take a sip; just one, innocent sip. I knew I would regret it though. Like I said, I always made stupid decisions.
“I-Is the offer still open to have some of this stuff?” I asked, stuttering nervously.
“Yeah, that’s why I gave it to you, silly,” he laughed, taking it away quickly to open it for me.
“I could’ve done that, you know.”
“I know; but I want to give it to you.” My expression turned confused for a moment.
“Hold your head back,” he ordered, and I unquestioningly did so. He poured the foul liquid into my mouth, falling down the back of my throat like a waterfall. It flowed too quickly, overflowing, and fell out of the corners of my mouth. I tilted my head back up again, my eyes scrunching up, and gagging. I swallowed with one gulp, it settled in my stomach, creating a tingly, stingy feeling. It wasn’t until then that I actually tasted the harsh liquid.
“Oh, that’s horrible!” I yelled, covering my lips in a silly attempt to rid myself of the taste. His face beamed with a condescending grin.
“I know, huh? I love it.”
“Ugh, I hate it! How could you stand that?” I repetitively wiped my mouth and tongue.
“You get used to it after a while.”
”A while?” I questioned, my eyes growing wide.
“Yes, a while,” he chuckled at my expression, but stopped and looked into my eyes. He cocked his head to one side, gazing intently at me. “You have the strangest eye color I’ve ever seen.”
I looked down self consciously, twiddling with my two thumbs. He placed his finger on my chin lightly and delicately, lifting it gradually. “I’m not being a kiss-ass. They’re so… abnormal. It starts out a thick, luscious green, but gets lighter and lighter as it reaches your pupil, and a rim of gold circling them.”
“Uh.. Thank you? I get that from a lot of people,” I trailed off, wishing my eye color would go away so he would stop staring at them.
“Well, has someone ever done this to you?”
“Done what—“ My words were interrupted by his sudden kisses on my neck, making me jolt from surprise.
“It fine Cammy, relax,” he ran his fingertips up and down my spine, leaning me back on the soft, cushiness of the bed. I writhed under him, but he only pressed harder against my chest. He began to nip ever-so-lightly on the crook of my neck, where it met with my shoulder.
“Everett, stop! You obviously don’t have a clue what you’re doing; for god’s sake you’re high!” I squirmed under his body weight less and less as his lips moved down to my collar bone. He wasn’t in a hurry, I could tell. His mouth moved gracefully along my skin, leaving purple-blue marks. His fingers traced down to my hips, raising the hem of my shirt, laying his cold hands on my lower back. I shivered from the sudden air hitting my skin, and closed my eyes.
I didn’t want to contribute to any of this; after all, I didn’t know what to do. My mind was virtually put into a coma from his sudden actions.
As if on cue, he spoke. “You can move you know. I’m not raping you,” he giggled alongside my porcelain skin, sending vibrations down my back. I released a shaky sigh from my parted lips, and shook my head.
“No?” He let out a forced laugh. “Why not?”
“I-I don’t know what to do. I’ve never done this before,” My voice was barely audible.
“Just do what comes to mind, hun.”
Do what comes to mind… do what comes to mind. His words repeated themselves over and over again in my head, but Everett, once again, disrupted me by his intimate proceedings. He slid from my upper-body, down to my waist, gliding his tongue over my sensitive skin. I felt a low, deep moan form in my chest, but I refused to let it go. I gritted my teeth, clenching my jaw painfully hard. He slid over to my right hip, positioning his hands at my sides, massaging the skin over my ribcage. His bottom teeth scraped my flesh over my protruding hip bone, and I couldn’t take it.
A whiney moan broke my sealed lips, clutching desperately for the comforter under me. I felt his sardonic smirk touching my waist, reaching for my inner thigh. I felt my pants begin to tighten on my legs, causing my eyes to spring open. He ran his fingertips over the denim of my pants, stopping a centimeter from my area, and then starting over again. I let out an exasperated sigh, sitting up a tad by my elbows.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m teasing you,” he said rather calmly.
I slammed my head back down onto the mattress; this was definitely not what I was expecting when I came here. The bed shifted its weight, tugging me away from my thoughts. I peered up and saw Everett standing there, smiling. With one brisk motion, he turned and headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” I hardly recognized my own voice when I spoke. It sounded like I was pleading.
“I’m going downstairs; you can join me if you want.”
“Hello? Does it look like I can go downstairs now?”
“No, it’s adorable as fuck though,” he grinned.
“Psh, it is anything but adorable,” I said, glancing down at myself. It was embarrassing actually. I heard the door open, and a few people talking outside. “You’re not going to leave me like this, are you?”
“Maybe,” he laughed, and shut the door, leaving me only to hear the soft click as he left.
I was heading to the party that Everett so kindly invited me to yesterday, feeling even more nervous about going since none of my friends were there; meaning, Alex or Bailey. Sure, Everett’s going, but he’s most likely going to go off on his own to have sex, paying little to no attention to my ugly ass.
I let a frustrated sigh escape my parted lips. I’m stupid. That’s all I’ll ever be. I was stupid to take the bet, I was stupid to say yes to the invitation to this party, and now I’m being stupid because I’m complaining. Geez, I need to learn not to ramble on and on about silly things like this.
I decided to walk to the party, considering it was only a few blocks down from my street, but I should’ve brought a jacket. Again, I was being stupid and careless. Anyone is their right minds would plan on bringing a jacket with them at 9:00 at night.
As I neared toward the address written on the paper, I could hear, feel, the rhythmic beat of the ferociously deafening music. My stomach clenched at the thought of all the sweaty bodies in there, pressing themselves against each other mercilessly. What have I gotten myself into…
The sight of the house was enough to make me flee with terror, while others would run into its warm embrace. I, however, wasn’t the least bit phased from its “appealing” exterior; actually, it was the exact opposite.
I gawked at scarlet plastic cups strewn about in the front lawn, accompanied by strings of… toilet paper? This is just too much.
I started walking the other way, not bothered that I would have lied to Everett, but stopped when my name was called out.
“Cameron! I thought you’d never show up!” I gasped inwardly when I recognized the voice as Everett’s. Oh well; too late now. I swiveled my body around, a smile forcing itself onto my lips.
“Hey,” I muttered, commencing to walk across the dingy lawn.
“You look nice,” he said, eyeing my entire body greedily. His breath came at me, invading my nose with the smell of liquor. I scrunched up my face in look of distortion.
“Thank you; so do you,” I mumbled before I took the time to glance at his outfit. My gaze landed on his face first. He had a tiny lair of eyeliner, neater than he normally has it. His shirt was a simple black T-shirt, and wore a single pair of dark jeans. Wow, he did look nice.
He staggered of balance for a moment, looking like he was going to fall.
“Are you drunk?”
“No, just buzzed. I only had two shots of tequila, but I popped a Vicodin before I came here.” I stopped just before we entered through the door, my mouth hanging open a tad. He grabbed my shoulder, tugging lightly. “Come on, you’re not going to get hurt.”
His hand slid the doorknob, releasing the ear-splitting music. I snapped my hand out of his grasp, covering my ears childishly, squinting my eyes as well. He cocked his eye brow in amusement, tugging my waist initiating me to follow obediently.
We slipped through the various people, some I knew, some I didn’t. “Is it alright that you invited me?”
“Totally. He said to invite any of your friends.” I smile glowed from my face, beaming up at him. He brought me into the kitchen, a table sitting by itself, holding up every type of alcohol imaginable in a giant bucket filled with ice.
“What do you want to drink?” He asked looking at me expectedly. I swallowed hard.
“I don’t drink.” He sneered at my blunt statement, grabbing a tall bottle of ‘Captain Morgan’s’.
“Do you want to go dance with someone?”
“No, not really,” I said quietly.
“Good, cause neither do I.” His smiled practically illuminated through the entire room.
“Oh… okay.”
He opened the cap of the giant, poison-filled bottle, swiftly lifting it to his lips, chugging the bitter liquid as if it were candy flavored. “Are you sure you don’t want any? I don’t really want this.”
He didn’t bother for a reply, just handed me the bottle. He gripped my free hand, instigating me to trail after him. He led me straight up the stairs.
“Where are we going?” I half yelled over the roaring music.
“Upstairs to a bedroom,” he shouted. My eyes got wide with terror at his statement. He merely rolled his eyes as I tried to release his hold on me. He came deathly close to face, his hot liquor reeking breath touching my ear as he spoke.
“I’m not going to have sex with you, smarts. I want to have a decent conversation without having to scream over the music.” My whole body relaxed at his soothing words, almost falling back as I did so. I didn’t reply; just nodded.
We had reached the top of the stairs, entering the first room to the right. It didn’t look like anyone’s room. Just a guest room, maybe. He plopped me down on the bed, the bottle of liquor jiggling within my lap. I was so tempted to take a sip; just one, innocent sip. I knew I would regret it though. Like I said, I always made stupid decisions.
“I-Is the offer still open to have some of this stuff?” I asked, stuttering nervously.
“Yeah, that’s why I gave it to you, silly,” he laughed, taking it away quickly to open it for me.
“I could’ve done that, you know.”
“I know; but I want to give it to you.” My expression turned confused for a moment.
“Hold your head back,” he ordered, and I unquestioningly did so. He poured the foul liquid into my mouth, falling down the back of my throat like a waterfall. It flowed too quickly, overflowing, and fell out of the corners of my mouth. I tilted my head back up again, my eyes scrunching up, and gagging. I swallowed with one gulp, it settled in my stomach, creating a tingly, stingy feeling. It wasn’t until then that I actually tasted the harsh liquid.
“Oh, that’s horrible!” I yelled, covering my lips in a silly attempt to rid myself of the taste. His face beamed with a condescending grin.
“I know, huh? I love it.”
“Ugh, I hate it! How could you stand that?” I repetitively wiped my mouth and tongue.
“You get used to it after a while.”
”A while?” I questioned, my eyes growing wide.
“Yes, a while,” he chuckled at my expression, but stopped and looked into my eyes. He cocked his head to one side, gazing intently at me. “You have the strangest eye color I’ve ever seen.”
I looked down self consciously, twiddling with my two thumbs. He placed his finger on my chin lightly and delicately, lifting it gradually. “I’m not being a kiss-ass. They’re so… abnormal. It starts out a thick, luscious green, but gets lighter and lighter as it reaches your pupil, and a rim of gold circling them.”
“Uh.. Thank you? I get that from a lot of people,” I trailed off, wishing my eye color would go away so he would stop staring at them.
“Well, has someone ever done this to you?”
“Done what—“ My words were interrupted by his sudden kisses on my neck, making me jolt from surprise.
“It fine Cammy, relax,” he ran his fingertips up and down my spine, leaning me back on the soft, cushiness of the bed. I writhed under him, but he only pressed harder against my chest. He began to nip ever-so-lightly on the crook of my neck, where it met with my shoulder.
“Everett, stop! You obviously don’t have a clue what you’re doing; for god’s sake you’re high!” I squirmed under his body weight less and less as his lips moved down to my collar bone. He wasn’t in a hurry, I could tell. His mouth moved gracefully along my skin, leaving purple-blue marks. His fingers traced down to my hips, raising the hem of my shirt, laying his cold hands on my lower back. I shivered from the sudden air hitting my skin, and closed my eyes.
I didn’t want to contribute to any of this; after all, I didn’t know what to do. My mind was virtually put into a coma from his sudden actions.
As if on cue, he spoke. “You can move you know. I’m not raping you,” he giggled alongside my porcelain skin, sending vibrations down my back. I released a shaky sigh from my parted lips, and shook my head.
“No?” He let out a forced laugh. “Why not?”
“I-I don’t know what to do. I’ve never done this before,” My voice was barely audible.
“Just do what comes to mind, hun.”
Do what comes to mind… do what comes to mind. His words repeated themselves over and over again in my head, but Everett, once again, disrupted me by his intimate proceedings. He slid from my upper-body, down to my waist, gliding his tongue over my sensitive skin. I felt a low, deep moan form in my chest, but I refused to let it go. I gritted my teeth, clenching my jaw painfully hard. He slid over to my right hip, positioning his hands at my sides, massaging the skin over my ribcage. His bottom teeth scraped my flesh over my protruding hip bone, and I couldn’t take it.
A whiney moan broke my sealed lips, clutching desperately for the comforter under me. I felt his sardonic smirk touching my waist, reaching for my inner thigh. I felt my pants begin to tighten on my legs, causing my eyes to spring open. He ran his fingertips over the denim of my pants, stopping a centimeter from my area, and then starting over again. I let out an exasperated sigh, sitting up a tad by my elbows.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m teasing you,” he said rather calmly.
I slammed my head back down onto the mattress; this was definitely not what I was expecting when I came here. The bed shifted its weight, tugging me away from my thoughts. I peered up and saw Everett standing there, smiling. With one brisk motion, he turned and headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” I hardly recognized my own voice when I spoke. It sounded like I was pleading.
“I’m going downstairs; you can join me if you want.”
“Hello? Does it look like I can go downstairs now?”
“No, it’s adorable as fuck though,” he grinned.
“Psh, it is anything but adorable,” I said, glancing down at myself. It was embarrassing actually. I heard the door open, and a few people talking outside. “You’re not going to leave me like this, are you?”
“Maybe,” he laughed, and shut the door, leaving me only to hear the soft click as he left.
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