"Dawson wait" I heard Skylar say once I slammed my bedroom door behind me. She opened the door and walked in with a look of anger I had never seen before. Her arms were folded across her chest. She shut the door behind her then pierced her eyes into me. For the first time in my life, I was scared of a woman. "I was going to tell you that you’ve never been a teenage girl before so you don’t know what’s it’s like to be in love with your first boyfriend. But no…now I’m gonna tell you a little something about respect." With each word she got closer to me. "Slam another fucking door in my face again" By now she was inches away from my face. "And if you think I’m playing, fucking do it again." With that she walked out of my room speaking underneath her breath.
I lay on my bed on the phone with Chris. I was telling him a story of us running away together where we could be alone. I could hear the wind in the back ground from his windows rolled down and me on speaker phone. “That sounds alright baby” he told me. I listened in for his next words until I heard my bed room door squeak. I quickly sat up hid my phone under my pillow. Skylar walked in, smiled a small smile then sat on the foot of my bed. She only looked at me, I assumed she was gathering her thoughts together.
"…You don’t want your first time to be in the shower" she spoke suddenly. I looked at her with my cheeks flushed making my already pale skin paler. "Not that it’s uncomfortable, it’s just…" she took a deep breath. "Just trust me on it." She offered a smile. My eyes widen at the sounds of Chris laughing. I moved my hand over my pillow to muffle out the sounds.
"Okay" I told her. I didn’t want to talk about sex. "I’ll remember that for next time." If it wasn’t already awkward enough.
"Do you need me to take you to the clinic? I can do that, we can get you birth control or I could just buy you condoms…I don’t mind…" she trailed off and studied my face. I guess she could read the irritation I was feeling. "I just think you should be careful, I mean the last thing you want to do is get pregnant when you’re about to leave for college. Florida isn’t exactly the closest-"
"STOP" I screamed. I slid my hand under the pillow and pulled out my phone. I placed it to my hear in fear of the voice on the other end.
"Florida, fuck she mean Florida" I was yelling into the phone. I quickly made a U-turn and sped back to Ray’s house. "How come you ain’t just tell me Ray, when was you even gon tell me, when you was about to leave?" I questioned her.
"No….I just didn’t think it was that important….I-" I cut off before she could continue to feed me any more bullshit. "You ain’t think it was important to tell your man or you ain’t think it was important for me to know? Which one is it? Cause either way I look at it, you digging a bigger fucking whole" I held my phone to my ear as my legs shook up and down I was livid. I cut the time it usually takes in half and made it back to her place in ten minutes.
I popped the trunk open and rummaged through the clothes I had in my trunk. I threw on a pair of dirty basketball shorts and hung up the phone. I jogged up to her front door and began to pound on the door. I banged my fist so hard against it until my hand begin to hurt. I had to relieve this anger somehow before I got in this place. Raylee hesitantly opened the door. She looked like a shy little kid and a dear caught in headlights at the same time.
"Chris…." she trailed off. I squeezed through the small portion she left open. I stood behind the counter in the kitchen across from her just to keep my space.
"Chris what? What you Chris’ mean fo?" I shouted. I shrugged my shoulders and looked at her. "Whe-when you even get accepted into that school?"
"It’s not that I didn’t want to tell you, I just didn’t want to ruin your summer" she spoke so softly I could barely hear her.
"You ain’t answer my fucking question, when you get accepted?" I asked again.
"…..I….I got an early admission acceptance letter in January, I just recently deiced to go after graduation. Yesterday I found out I got a full time scholarship to go there" she explained.
"What happened to wanting to stay close? Why you gotta go all the way to fucking Florida?" Before I could continue the door slammed. Both of us looked over to our left and saw an angry Dawson standing there.
"Fuck you think this is coming in my house yelling at my sister?" he began to charge at me. I stood my ground this time, with all of the anger I had built up I could take him. "Huh nigga?" he finally reached me and looked up to me. I had at least 4 inches on the nigga.
"Nigga it ain’t none of yo business, this between her and me" he gave me a small shove. Just enough for me to move a few steps back.
"You come in my fuckin’ place and gon tell me this ain’t my fucking business. Nigga that’s my fucking sister. She is my business fuck out here" He gave me a harder shove. "I should beat yo ass for fucking her in my place"
"Shit was good, she got a tight ass pussy" I smirked. I knew this would push him over the edge so I played with his emotions. Before I knew it he tackled me down to the ground. His legs were both on both sides of me as he threw punches at me. I dogged each one with the palm of my hands and threw one good jab at his jaw. I saw a swoosh of blood sling from out of his mouth on to the floor. I chuckled darkly.
He turned into the hulk within a few seconds and begin to beat my face in. I protected myself as much as I could, but he still got some punches in and so did I. I could hear the girls screaming, but soon enough I blocked them out. I was dozing in and out of consciousness and he was getting tired. I closed my eyes for a split second and his weight was lifted off of me. I looked up and saw him hugging Skylar.
His arms were tightly embraced around her waist and his head buried into the crook of her neck. I stood up brushing myself off. Raylee looked at me and shook her head displeased with my behavior. She begin to walk away to her room throwing her hands up as her waving the white flag.
"Man, fuck you" I spat the blood out from my mouth onto the ground. I shrugged and walked out, I pushed the door when I walked out and headed to my car. I reached my car and got in driving like there was no tomorrow.