Other Fan Fiction ❯ I'll Take You Away ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4

 

I was pulling out all the stops the next morning, as I got dressed. I ran my hands down the curve of my hips as I pulled slightly on the lacy hem of my black, v-neck dress, which only came down to my mid-thighs. My long white legs were peeking from beneath it and I had debated with myself whether to wear tights or not but judging by the unbearably hot weather today, I decided against it. I wore the sexiest underwear that I owned, my black lace panties and matching push-up bra from Victoria Secret, because it was a known fact that wearing sexy underwear gave every girl a confidence boost.

 

My cleavage was just enough that it wasn't trashy and my hair went un-straightened so that it fell in soft waves and curls over my shoulders. I applied my makeup differently also by only putting on some light black eye-liner and mascara, leaving my full cherry lips naked and popping against the contrast of my white skin. I had to admit, I looked like a knockout.

 

Picking up my bottle of my `Temptress' perfume, I sprayed myself down so that I now smelled like a garden of roses and then I ran downstairs to announce that I was leaving.

 

“You're not going anywhere dressed like that,” dad said, eyeing my outfit with a sour look.

 

I frowned. “It's for a school project.” While my outfit wasn't exactly necessary for the completion of the project, it was definitely necessary for my plan on making Trevor jealous. “You don't want me to fail, do you?”

 

Dad looked at mom desperately. “Raven, at least put on some leggings or a cardigan. It's a school project, not a school dance.”

 

I rolled my eyes and dashed back up to my room and threw on a cardigan. As soon as I left the house, I'd take it off. “Happy?” I asked, twirling around in the living room to show off my conservative cardigan.

 

“No, I'd much rather you wear some baggy jeans and a turtleneck but I guess that it's better than what you were wearing before,” dad muttered, shaking his head.

 

Sighing, I grabbed my black backpack and made my way to the front door before my parents could say anything else. “Raven, wait.” I froze, my hand falling away from the door handle as I turned around to face my mom. “Where exactly are you going?”

 

Of course she had to ask the one question I didn't want to answer. “To work on a school project.” I answered, trying my best to beat around the bush.

 

“Yes, I know, but where?”

 

“My partner's house.”

 

My mom rolled her eyes and shook her head. “And who is your partner?”

 

“…Trevor,” I replied, looking at the floor in embarrassment.

 

“Mitchell?” she asked.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Oh, well in that case, you can take my car,” she said, walking into the kitchen and coming back with her car keys. I gave her a questioning look.

 

“You never let me drive your car,” I said in surprise.

 

She gave me an apologetic look. “Just be careful. Who knows what the Mitchell's would think if you showed up to their house on a bike.”

 

I glared at her. Of course she'd only give me the keys to her car to impress the Mitchell's, not because it was a million degrees outside and she cared about the well being of her only daughter. It annoyed me how much my parents were just like the kids at school, always caring about impressing others and ignoring what was really important. If it wasn't so hot outside today, I would've thrown the keys on the counter and rode Billy's bike over to Trevor's but that not being the case, I climbed into mom's shiny car and drove out of our suburban neighborhood to Trevor's house, the air conditioner blasting.

 

* * *

 

As I pulled into Trevor's long winding driveway, I suddenly felt extremely nervous. I gripped the steering wheel tightly and eyed his house anxiously. It was humungous. It wasn't any secret that the Mitchell's were one of the richest families in Dullsville but seeing their gigantic, red brick, country styled mansion with it's gated front yard and Olympic sized swimming pool out back always managed to make me feel inferior. I had only ever been to the Mitchell's house once before and that was when I was in kindergarten and Trevor had invited me over for his birthday party. Then, his house seemed like a magical castle but now…it just seemed intimidating.

 

I peeled off my cardigan and threw it into the back seat and then climbed out of the car, slamming the door closed behind me. As I walked up the stairs leading to his front door, I combed my fingers through my hair and fixed my dress. I had to remember my mission and appearing nervous was not going to accomplish anything.

 

With a shaky finger, I pushed his doorbell and listened to it chime musically through his house. I waited for a couple of seconds and then the doorknob rattled and then the door swung open to reveal Trevor, rubbing sleep out of his eyes and standing in only his boxers. I instantly blushed and looked over his head at the crystal chandelier hanging in his foyer.

 

“Raven?” he asked in disbelief. His voice sounded heavy with sleep. “What are you doing here?”

 

Against my will, or maybe not, I looked at him. “We have a project to work on today or did you forget about it?” I asked feeling a little hurt that he had forgotten about me coming over.

 

He smirked. “No, I didn't forget. I just didn't think you'd actually come over for breakfast. What a pleasant surprise. You just couldn't wait to see me, could you?”

 

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. Can I come in? It's freakin hot out here,” I complained stepping into his house as he held open the door. I looked around his foyer, trying to take in all the extravagance while trying to appear unimpressed. I heard the door click closed behind me. “So…”

 

I felt a little awkward standing in his house while he was behind me in only his boxers. Every time I looked at him my face would heat up and he would have to be blind to not notice. “Can you go put some clothes on?” I asked in exasperation, glancing at his toned stomach quickly. He really was gorgeous. I felt like I had just walked into a Calvin Klein commercial.

 

He ran his hand lazily through his golden blonde hair as his eyes traveled slowly down my body, taking in my tight lace dress and smooth legs. I felt a little uneasy. What if I wasn't as hot as I thought? Would my attempt at impressing him fall short and make me just look desperate? The thought made me blush even more as he continued to intensely gaze at me.

 

“Why should I put clothes on?” he asked quietly, stepping forward towards me with a ravenous look on his face. With every step he took towards me, I took one step back until my back was pressed up against a wall. I looked around nervously for a door that I could run through. Nothing.

 

Trevor stopped a mere inch away from me and I pressed my back further into the wall hoping that I could sink through it like a ghost and escape. My breathing was becoming ragged and I turned my head away from him so I didn't have to look into his eyes. “It's not fair that I should have to put clothes on while you can just walk around here half naked Raven,” he whispered into my ear. I turned my head sharply and glared at him with fire in my eyes.

 

“You jerk,” I growled. I didn't have enough swing room for an effective punch so I hurriedly pressed the palms of my hands against his chest and tried with as much strength as I had, to push him away. He didn't budge an inch but that didn't stop me from trying. What did stop me was when he grabbed hold of both my wrists and pinned my arms above my head.

 

“No need to get violent Raven, I never said I didn't like what you're wearing or rather, not wearing,” he said, smirking.

 

“Screw you,” I spat realizing too late that my words, combined with the compromising position we were now in, were a mistake.

 

“My pleasure,” he murmured and before I could stop him he had pressed his body flush against mine, and released my hands so he could trail his slowly up my thighs and beneath the hem of my dress to rest on my hips. The way he had me pinned against the wall with his body made it almost impossible for me to think about anything else but the heat from his skin and the way his hard body felt pressed against mine. He nuzzled the side of my neck and bit it softly with his teeth and I cried out in surprise.

 

“Do you like that Raven?” he asked raggedly, pushing his hips forward against mine.

 

“N-no,” I groaned.

 

“Liar,” he breathed, nipping me on the neck again. I couldn't hold back my gasp of pleasure or the wave of heat that crashed through my body as his tongue began to lick and suck the skin on my neck. Against my will, my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

 

I had never felt anything like it before in my life. My entire body was tingling with heat, the center of it all concentrated somewhere in my lower stomach. It was a pleasurable warmth that took control of all my limbs and my mind so that I had no control over my actions. All I could do was succumb.

 

“Tre…vor,” I moaned, letting my head fall back against his wall as he continued to kiss my neck with his soft lips. My lips kept repeating his name silently as I wove my fingers through his thick hair enjoying the softness against the back of my fingers. “Tr---

 

“Trevor, is Raven here?”

 

My eyes snapped open in surprise as Mrs. Mitchell's voice traveled from somewhere in the next room. The moment ruined by the arrival of his mother, Trevor sighed and pulled away from me. I quickly pulled down the hem of my dress and tried my best to fix my hair, all the while glancing shyly at Trevor who walked into the room beside the foyer. I could hear him and his mother talking quietly to each other.

 

As I waited for him to return, I walked over to the large gold-framed mirror hanging on the wall across from me and examined my appearance. My pupils were dilated and my cheeks were flushed a light pink. My hair was a little messy and I had the beginnings of what I could only assume was a hickey on the side of my neck. Brushing some of my hair forward, I tried my best to cover up the light pink mark.

 

I frowned. Things were not going as planned. How was I supposed to make Trevor jealous so he would admit that he liked me if all I was doing was allowing him to use me just as Jennifer Warren had said? Maybe I was just `another piece of ass' to him. The thought filled me with so much sadness that I almost began to tear up right in his foyer but I also felt equally as angry for allowing myself to be used so easily. No matter what my feelings for Trevor were and no matter how much I enjoyed the feeling of his touch, I could not allow myself to be used by him again until I knew how he felt about me for sure.

 

With a newfound determination, I planted a confident smirk on my face and turned around to watch as Trevor strutted back into the foyer, seemingly annoyed. “Mom says we can go work in the kitchen.”

 

I shrugged my shoulders and followed him into the room leading from the foyer into the spacious kitchen where his mother was standing behind a marble counter, reading a gossip magazine. “Hello Raven,” she said coolly, giving me a derisive look before flipping the page of her magazine.

 

“Hello Mrs. Mitchell,” I said self-consciously, unsure why she was being so distant towards me. “Thanks for letting me come over.”

 

She smirked and I realized for the first time just how similar Trevor looked compared to his mother. “You're welcome. Trevor seems to enjoy your company especially well I've noticed,” she commented casually, sending Trevor a stern glare before tossing her magazine into the garbage and walking passed us. “I'll be in the living room so don't be up to anything you shouldn't be.”

 

“What was that all about?” I asked Trevor as he walked over to his pantry and pulled out a box of Count Chocula. The weird stirring in my chest that I had felt yesterday at the grocery store came up again as he poured me and himself a bowl of my favorite cereal and placed it in front of me.

 

He sat down on a bar stool and I took the one next to him as we each ate a spoonful of our cereal. “She's mad at me,” he said, dropping his spoon into his bowl and rubbing his eyes.

 

“Why?”

 

He looked at me and smiled. “She saw us.”

 

I froze mid chew and stared at him. I replayed the entire scene in my head as if watching through his mother's eyes. I would be in my kitchen, reading my gossip magazine, enjoying my quiet morning when all of a sudden I hear the voices of my only son and a teenage girl in the foyer. I assume it must be Raven and so I make my way into the foyer to greet her, a smile plastered on my face. And then I see them. My only son in just his boxers, pressing his hips into the half-exposed, indecently dressed Goth girl. His hands are in places that they shouldn't be and the girl is obviously enjoying every second of it because she's moaning his name shamelessly into the air as he kisses her neck. Not being able to see my innocent son doing such awful things, I storm back into the kitchen and call his name, hopefully destroying their little moment of teenage lust. End of vision.

 

I swallow my mouthful of cereal and bury my heated face in my arms. “Oh no.”

 

“What's the big deal? She's not mad at you, she's mad at me,” Trevor said from beside me.

 

I shook my head. “It's just so…so…embarrassing,” I half cried.

 

“Why is it embarrassing? Who cares what she thinks,” he muttered resentfully. I looked up to see him glaring out of the kitchen windows, his eyes angrier than what the situation called for. Instinct told me that his anger towards his mother ran deeper than he was letting on. “If it were anyone else…”

 

“What do you mean?” I asked.

 

He looked at me and his anger suddenly vanished and was replaced by a deep longing. “Don't worry about it. She won't change.”

 

I frowned, unconvinced. “I don't want your mom to dislike me Trevor.” It was true. Before I had discovered my feelings for Trevor, I could've cared less about what his parents thought of me but now…now, it was different.

 

Trevor avoided my eyes. “Whatever. Let's get going on this project already.”

 

I sat up in my chair. “Crap. I forgot my stuff in the car,” I remembered suddenly, thinking of my black backpack. “I'll go get it.”

 

“Fine,” he sighed, slipping out of his chair and following after me.

 

The late morning sun was high in the sky and the blast of heat that hit me as soon as I opened his front door instantly produced small beads of sweat on my forehead. I ran down the front stairs of his patio and unlocked my mom's car. Trevor rested on the side of it while I dug through the back seat for my backpack.

 

“I didn't know you had a car,” he commented.

 

“I don't. It's my mom's,” I grunted, throwing my cardigan into the front seat and pulling out my backpack. “She let me borrow it.”

 

“Why? You don't live that far away. Why drive?” he asked curiously. I slammed closed the door and locked the car, glaring at its silvery paint.

 

“She wanted to impress your parents,” I answered brusquely, my eyes leaving the car to look at him. He was frowning and his eyes seemed troubled again. “You know, make a good impression on the `rich folk' because no one is ever good enough the way they are, are they Trevor?”

 

I didn't wait to see if he understood the double meaning behind my words, the sharp stab that I mercilessly used on him, as I turned around and stormed back up his driveway.

 

“Raven, wait!” he called. I didn't answer.

 

“Raven…” His voice was closer to my back now but I didn't pay any attention as I cut a short cut across his lawn. “I said wait!” he shouted and the next thing I knew, his arms were wrapped around my waist and we were falling to the ground. Trevor Mitchell had just tackled me from behind.

 

I let out a girly squeal as he rolled us so that he was beneath me on his back with my back pressed against his naked chest. I had to squint from the glare of the sun that was now directly in front of my face. With my butt now resting on his pelvis, my back instinctively arched against him and my dress rode so far up my legs that it probably looked to anyone watching that I was just wearing a shirt. I scrambled to pull it down. “Let. Go.”

 

“Are you going to run away?”

 

“…no.”

 

“Promise?”

 

“Yes, now let go,” I growled.

 

The moment his arms fell from my body, I was up and dashing across his front lawn, around the side of his house and into his backyard. I looked behind me to see him smirking at me with a mischievous look on his face. He knew I was going to run and he was going to enjoy every second of my punishment. My face broke out into an exhilarated smile. I winked at him once and then dashed away across his back yard as he chased after me.

 

I felt like a kid again. It was just like when we were in kindergarten and Trevor would chase after me in the playground after I stole his cookies that his mom always packed in his lunch box. The wind blowing through my hair and the sound of my feet falling lightly on the grass made me feel like I was flying and as I neared his swimming pool, I glanced behind me quickly to see how far I had run from Trevor. I gasped. He was closing in on me, and fast.

 

I skirted around the edge of the pool but had to stop when I noticed him mirroring me from the opposite edge. Every move I made, he'd make the same one. I was trapped. If I dashed to the left, I'd run into the brick wall of his house but if I dashed to the right, he was sure to catch me with his superior athletic skills. There was only one thing to do.

 

I ran down the edge of the pool towards him and he ran right at me like a raging bull. It was only a matter of moments and we'd collide. I had to time it perfectly. He grinned wickedly at me and just before his arms could reach me, I dodged to the right and he skidded to a halt and as soon as he twisted around to grab for me again, I stretched out my leg and kicked him into the swimming pool.

 

There was a resounding splash followed by the loud echoing of my victorious laughter. “Score one for Raven, score zero for---AHHHH!”

 

I hit the water sideways and I swallowed a mouthful of chlorinated pool water in shock, coughing as I came up for air. Trevor had pulled me in by my ankle while I was busy laughing at him. He played so dirty.

 

“Jerk,” I sputtered, wiping my soaking wet hair off of my face. He smiled at me charmingly and blew me a kiss before shaking his wet hair and spraying me with a shower of tiny water droplets. I laughed but then stopped when he began to sing the theme from `Jaws'. “Stay away,” I warned, kicking my legs in an effort to stay away from him as he began to slowly circle around me in the pool, singing the song quietly under his breath. My heart began to race with adrenaline as his intense gaze followed me around the pool. With ever stroke, he came closer to me and then he disappeared beneath the water.

 

I followed the distorted shape of him beneath the water's surface as he swam beneath my feet. I knew what was coming next and I took a deep gulp of air right before he pulled me beneath the surface by my ankle. I forced my eyes open beneath the water and watched as he swam up in front of me looking more like a mermaid than anything else. I almost smiled but covered my mouth with my hand to keep the air from escaping.

 

His golden hair was floating around his face like a halo and the blue tint from the water cast an unearthly feel to the entire picture. The sun dancing on the surface of the water had somehow got caught in his hair as it shone with flakes of gold and honey. His green eyes stared intently into mine and my heartbeat picked up again.

 

I couldn't hold it in any longer and I smiled at him, releasing all the air from inside my lungs. I began to kick my way to the surface but a firm hand wrapped around my wrist and I was pulled towards Trevor. I shook my head frantically at him and pointed to the surface and then at my mouth and he smiled. Was he going to drown me?

 

Just before I could throw a fit, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him beneath the water and then firmly pressed his lips to mine, prying my closed mouth open with his tongue and then he did the most unexpected thing. He blew air into my mouth. My lungs filled with air and I was overcome with relief.

 

He pulled away to look at me and then I did something stupid. I opened my mouth and gurgled `thanks'; effectively releasing all of the air he had just given me. He rolled his eyes and pulled me to the surface. I inhaled deeply as soon as our heads broke the surface of the water.

 

“Good job,” he snorted, splashing me with a wave of water. “Score two for Trevor, score one for Raven.”

 

I wiped the water out of my eyes and sighed. So much for attempting to look hot for Trevor now that my eyeliner was all but washed off and my hair looked like crap. More like score three for Trevor. “This is my favorite dress Trevor,” I whined. I suddenly felt like complaining because, to be honest, having such innocent fun with Trevor felt a little…scary.

 

“I'll buy you a new one,” he promised, swimming over to me and grabbing hold of my arms. “Tomorrow, we'll go to the mall together,” he proposed casually as he wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled us around the pool. The stirring in my chest started up again and I blushed.

 

“I don't need your charity. I can buy my own clothes,” I murmured.

 

“It's not a hand-out, it's a present. I'll buy you a new dress and you can buy me some new boxers,” he said, grinning down at me. My mouth fell open.

 

“I am not buying you underwear. That's just weird,” I choked out.

 

“Fine. If you won't buy me underwear then you have to let me buy you a new dress and whatever else I want to buy you and you have to wear it for me. Deal?”

 

I shook my head. “What kind of a deal is that? That's just stupid. You'll pick something pink or…white and I hate polo's, you know that.”

 

He nodded. “I'm not buying you anything like that, I swear. You'll like it, I think…”

 

“You think?”

 

“Well, there's always the small chance that you may feel a little uncomfortable wearing it in front of me…but don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to get over your shyness,” he said, grinning at me knowingly. There was a strange glint in his eye and I didn't even want to know what he was thinking.

 

“What is it?” I asked warily.

 

“I'm not telling you because you'll get mad.”

 

“Then I'll just get mad tomorrow too,” I argued. “Why does it make any difference if you tell me now or later?”

 

“Because I don't want to ruin today,” he admitted quietly. I looked away from him. We continued to swim lazily around the pool in a comfortable silence and I began to hum the theme song to the Addams Family under my breath as I let my eyes fall closed and enjoyed the feel of the sun on my skin and the cool water flowing over my body.

 

“Why are you being so nice to me?” I asked finally, breaking the silence.

 

“Huh?”

 

“You've hardly said one mean thing to me today. It's not like you,” I said, opening my eyes and looking up at him. “You've even called me by my name.”

 

He stopped swimming and he looked down at me cautiously. “You're right, maybe I'm sick.”

 

I shook my head in frustration. “Whatever,” I sighed, giving up. I couldn't force him to tell me about his strange mood swings. We weren't that close, no matter how much I wished otherwise. “We need to do this project, not wasting our time doing this,” I muttered, pulling away from him and climbing the steps out of the pool.

 

“Doing what?” he asked, following behind me.

 

As I climbed out of the pool, I looked back at him. “I don't know, you tell me.”

 

He looked up at the sky and smiled to himself. “I don't know what you're doing Monster Girl but I know what I'm doing.”

 

“And what would that be?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest.

 

“It's a secret,” he replied, glancing at me sideways. I rolled my eyes and stepped out of the pool.

 

“You and your stupid secrets. Becky told me that if you keep your secrets bottled inside, you'll explode and die,” I told him sincerely.

 

“Do you believe everything Becky says?”

 

His eyes locked onto mine and my heart stuttered. “I want to.”

 

He raised an eyebrow at me. “Then you should.”

 

“I should believe her?”

 

“Do you want to?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Then do it. I've spent most of my life doing things that I don't want to because that was what other people wanted me to do but I'm tired of it, Raven. Believe what you want and do what you want, screw everyone else,” he said heatedly. I smiled at him.

 

“I already do,” I admitted honestly. I was always different, the outcast, the one who went against the mold, and yet, I didn't care. I was happy with who I was and I wasn't going to change for anyone.

 

Trevor's eyes darkened and he stepped towards me and brushed some water off of my cheek with the back of his fingers. “And that's exactly why I've always---

 

“Trevor!”

 

He closed his eyes and sighed. “She has the worst timing,” he muttered to himself before turning to face his mother who had just turned the corner of the house, her hand held to her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun. She looked worried.

 

“There you two are! I wondered where you had gone to!” she called, walking towards us. I blushed and wrapped my arms tighter around me self-consciously as her calculating eyes took in my skin tight, soaking wet dress and Trevor's almost see through boxers. The entire time we had been together, I hadn't allowed my eyes to travel any lower than his shoulders. “Well, what have you two been up to?”

 

“We fell into the pool,” Trevor replied calmly. “It's not a big deal mom.”

 

“Right. Well, your father will be home in a couple of hours and I've already called to tell him that Raven is over. Don't be up to anything while I'm gone,” she warned, sending Trevor a look loaded with some unspoken subject that they had undoubtedly discussed before. My curiosity piqued. “I'll be back this evening. I have a dinner date with Mrs. Warren. I'll tell Jennifer you said hi.”

 

“But I didn't say `hi',” Trevor spat, his face screwing up in anger. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Just the other day he was all over Jennifer, why would he be so angry now?

 

“She's a nice girl Trevor,” Mrs. Mitchell scolded tiredly as if this argument had been brought up so many times that it was beginning to feel monotonous.

 

“No, she's a rich girl,” he retorted.

 

“Well she's a lot better than…” Mrs. Mitchell's eyes quickly darted to me, so fast that I may have imagined it. I frowned.

 

“Let's go work on our project Trevor,” I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the house. This conversation was beginning to make me feel uncomfortable. He didn't budge.

 

“Better than who mom?”

 

I froze but didn't turn around. I could almost feel Mrs. Mitchell's eyes boring into the back of my head. “I'll be back later. Call me if you need me,” Mrs. Mitchell said. I released Trevor's arm and walked into his house. I was too upset to look at him. Why did Mrs. Mitchell dislike me so much?

 

I heard the glass door slide closed behind me. “Raven…I…I don't…” he stammered. I turned around and smiled at him.

 

“Don't worry about it, let's just get this project done already.”

 

“Sure but I'm going to change first,” he said, walking past me and climbing the stairs. He stopped halfway up them and looked down at me, his eyes roving over my skintight, soaking wet dress. He smirked. “I have some clothes you can borrow while your dress dries. I'd let you borrow some of my moms but…I don't know if that would go over too well,” he said apologetically.

 

“Okay,” I agreed, running up the stairs after him.

 

His bedroom was like a model room from a Rooms-to-Go commercial with it's blue painted walls, fancy lighting, sports trophies, and sports themed furniture. I sat down on his soccer ball patterned comforter and watched him dig through his dresser drawers. I hoped he didn't care that I was completely soaking his bed. “Nice room,” I teased.

 

“It's not my fault, I didn't decorate it,” he replied defensively, throwing a white cotton t-shirt and some black soccer shorts to me.

 

“Your mom?” I guessed.

 

“Of course,” he replied.

 

“Your mom's a control freak isn't she?”

 

“You have no idea. I'm surprised I'm allowed to dress myself,” he admitted, throwing on a blue t-shirt to my slight disappointment. Goodbye eye-candy.

 

“Do you have a bathroom I can change in?” I asked, looking at the many doors in his room. One of them had to be a bathroom.

 

“Why? You can change right here,” he said. “I promise I won't do anything but watch.”

 

I sneered at him. “Please, why do you have to be such a pervert?”

 

“I'm not.”

 

“You are.”

 

“Perverts get off on anyone though, don't they? I, on the other hand…” he trailed off suggestively. I glared at him.

 

“Did you know that every time you make fun of me, lead me on, or lie to me, a kitten dies?” I said stormily. “There're a lot of dead kittens in this world, Trevor.”

 

He rolled is eyes. “I don't make fun of you that much.”

 

“Yes you do and you…” I snapped my mouth shut and looked at the carpet. It was too soon to be having this conversation.

 

“I what?”

 

“Forget it. Where's your bathroom?”

 

“No, finish what you were going to say Raven.”

 

“No.”

 

“Tell me.”

 

“No!” I shouted, standing up and grabbing the shorts and t-shirt. “If you're not going to tell me where your bathroom is then I'm just going to find it myself.” I said, stepping towards his bedroom door, but as soon as I had finished my sentence, Trevor had already intercepted my path and had pushed me back onto his bed.

 

“Tell me, Raven,” he said again, hovering over me, his face inches from mine. I looked up at him angrily. There was something desperate in the way he was looking at me as if my answer was something he had been waiting to hear for his entire life. I began to feel a little dizzy.

 

“It doesn't matter Trevor now let me up,” I sighed, covering my face with my hands and closing my eyes. I suddenly felt very tired.

 

“It matters to me…” he whispered, pulling my hands away from my face and wrapping my arms around his neck. His fingers began to play with the ends of my wet hair.

 

“How can it possibly matter to you? You don't even know what I was going to say.” He trailed his thumb across the bottom of my lip and I turned my head away from him before I fell into the same state I was in earlier that morning. I had to resist him.

 

“Everything you have to say is important to me, Raven,” he sighed.

 

I couldn't look at him. What kind of a game was he trying to play? Was this how he managed to get between the legs of all those girls? I was so confused. Had I inadvertently fallen into his trap and didn't realize it until it was too late? Was his mother warning me earlier? Was she telling Trevor not to use me like he had all those other girls, to not hurt me? Did he play with my emotions so I would fall for him? There was no way Trevor really felt anything for me. I was a challenge for him, the ultimate challenge; I was the unreachable Goth girl. I felt like such an idiot. Why did it hurt so much to want him? I couldn't take it anymore.

 

The tears came like a flash flood and there was nothing I could do to hide them. I hated myself for being so naïve. I really wasn't anything but a piece of ass and the fact that Trevor could speak so nicely to me when we were alone but was a complete jerk to me when others were around only proved that all the more. How blind could I possibly be?

 

“Get off!” I cried, unwrapping my arms from his neck and trying to push him away. I couldn't even see his face through my waterfall of tears.

 

“Raven? What did I do?” he asked, trying his best to pin down my arms.

 

I shook my head and continued to fruitlessly push against him. “Please…just get off of me Trevor.”

 

The bed creaked as he climbed off and I sat up to bury my face in my hands. My tears wouldn't stop and I tried my best to muffle my cries.

 

“Raven…please stop crying,” he pleaded, placing his hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off.

 

“Where's your bathroom Trevor?” I asked, exhaling heavily and wiping at my swollen eyes.

 

He pointed to the door at my right. His expression appeared confused and upset but I didn't think much of it as I marched into the bathroom and slammed closed the door. I slowly peeled off my dress and slipped into his soccer shorts and t-shirt. You could easily make out the outline of my black bra through the white t-shirt and the shorts were hanging off of my hips but I didn't care. I turned on the hot tap water and washed the rest of my makeup off of my face and dried it on a towel.

 

I looked like a train wreck.

 

How was I supposed to face Trevor? I couldn't even look at him without crying. I shook my head. Why did I like him in the first place? A guy like that wasn't even worth it…why did I think that somewhere inside he was different? He didn't do anything but be himself…it was my fault for hoping in the first place.

 

It was time to get over Trevor.

 

I walked back into his room. Trevor was lying back on his bed, his arms crossed over his face, frowning.

 

“Raven?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“I'm sorry,” he said. “I don't know what I did but if I could take it back, I would. I hate seeing you cry…”

 

“Knock it off Trevor.”

 

He sat up and swung his legs off the side of his bed. “What did I do Raven? I didn't do a thing but touch you.”

 

I was through with it. If he wanted to know how much of a jerk he was then I was going to tell him. I was going to make him feel like one. I was done trying to stifle my feelings. To hell with all of it.

 

“That's just it isn't it Trevor? That's all it ever is with you. I understand that I'm not exactly perfect or rich but that doesn't mean you can start messing with me. You're not that great yourself,” I spat. I was shaking with anger.

 

He stood up. “What do you mean messing with you? You know I don't mean any of that crap I say to you at school. I'd never actually think that about you Raven.”

 

I shook my head to fight back the tears that were threatening to well up again. “Can you stop? Please? It's hard enough without you always lying to me Trevor. I'm not going to sleep with you so just stop it,” I begged, wiping at my eyes to push away any stray tears. My mouth was quivering and I had to bite down on my lip to stop it.

 

“What does sleeping with me have to do with anything?” he asked angrily. “When did I tell you that I wanted to sleep with you?”

 

“You don't have to say anything! It's the way you speak to me when we're alone. Just like today and at school. You're nice to me until someone else comes and then you're a complete jerk! I don't know if you think it's funny but it hurts Trevor because believe it or not, I have feelings and you just keep trampling all over them! If you're looking for someone to screw then go talk to Jennifer Warren, at least she's not `gross', right?” I asked snidely, sending him a wounded look.

 

His jaw tensed and he looked at me as if I had just slapped him in the face. His silence was deafening. It was all just an affirmation that everything I had said was right. He really was just using me.

 

“I…don't know what you want me to say Raven. I told you I was sorry,” he said quietly.

 

I stepped towards him so I could look up into his face. “I don't care anymore Trevor. You can say your sorry all you want, you can go screw your cheerleader girlfriend, you can point and laugh at me in front of the entire soccer team but I don't care. I can't believe I actually believed that you…you…”

 

The tears were blinding me again and I lost sight of his face. They burned my skin as they fell down my face and I sobbed brokenly in front of him. I felt so pathetic.

 

I had to tell him. I couldn't leave him without telling him the extent of the pain he had caused me. “You…you actually had me believing for a while that you cared about me in some screwed up way. I'm stupid right? I mean look at me…” I wiped my tears away and looked up at him with blurred eyes. “What in the world made me think that you could possibly like me at all?”

 

He reached towards me and I stepped away from him and shook my head. “But I did, or at least I hoped that you liked me…and you want to know why Trevor?”

 

“Why Raven?” he asked quietly.

 

My heart thudded against my chest painfully and I felt like my ribs were about to explode from my violent sobbing. “Because I actually have feelings for you. The weird, creepy, Monster Girl, had developed feelings for you Trevor all based on your lies.”

 

I felt as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders and after a few more minutes of silence between us with the only sound being my quiet sniffling, I finally was able to wipe away the last of my tears. I looked up.

 

Trevor was gone.

 

“Jerk,” I muttered under my breath. I suddenly felt exhausted from all my crying and his bed was looking very welcoming. Checking his room to make sure he wasn't hiding anywhere, I crawled onto his bed and collapsed in a tired heap onto his pillow. My eyelids fluttered closed and in a matter of seconds, I had dozed off.

 

* * *

 

There was something brushing across my forehead when I awoke an hour later. My eyes felt as if they had been glued shut and I hastily rubbed away the sleep to clear them. When I finally managed to pen my eyes I saw Trevor lying beside me with his eyes closed and his fingers playing with the ends of my hair.

 

“What are you doing?” I asked, checking myself to make sure I was still wearing clothes. I felt a little uneasy waking up in his room. His eyes slowly opened to look at me. He wasn't smiling.

 

“How are you feeling?” he asked quietly, sitting up so that he was now resting on his elbow and looking down into my face.

 

“Tired,” I told him honestly.

 

“Are you still angry with me?” he asked cautiously.

 

I looked past him at the ceiling behind his head and then shook my head. “Not really as mad as I was before, but I am still mad at you. I guess I was kind of in the moment or something…I can get really dramatic. Mom thinks I should be an actress.”

 

“I think you're the only girl in the world that can still look pretty when crying,” he said, smiling at me.

 

“I thought I told you to stop that Trevor,” I sighed warily.

 

“Stop what?”

 

“Stop pretending to be nice to me. You're not getting in my pants, end of story.”

 

“I'm not pretending. Why don't you believe me?” he asked sadly.

 

“So what are you saying? That you're being nice to me just because…what? What reason could you possibly have to be nice to me?” I asked him intently.

 

He sighed. “You're never going to believe me, even if I tell you.”

 

“Try me.”

 

He looked at me for a good while before burying his head in the side of my neck. I could feel his hot breath on the side of my neck. “Remember when you said that you believed that I had feelings for you?”

 

My heart rate jumped. “Yes.”

 

“You were right,” he whispered in my ear. I shivered. He pulled back to look into my eyes and I could see them burning with sincerity. “Please believe me Raven.”

 

I looked away from him. Did I doubt him again because of my insecurities? I wished I could read minds. “I…don't know Trevor. I want to believe you but…”

 

His eyes sparked. “I'll make you a promise to prove to you that I'm telling you the truth and I'm not saying all of this just to get into your pants.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“I promise that I won't touch you or kiss you again until you want me to. I swear it,” he whispered.

 

I shook my head. “That's not fair.”

 

He frowned. “Why?”

 

I smirked at him. “Because I always want you to kiss me Trevor.”

 

He smiled. “That is unfair isn't it?”

 

His words died away slowly as I trailed my fingers tentatively through his hair, twirling the ends between my fingers. I felt the shape of his ears and trailed my fingers slowly down his jaw and then to his lips. I outlined the small pout of his bottom lip tenderly, my eyes following the path of my fingers. His lips parted and I looked into his eyes. “Promise me just one thing Trevor.”

 

“Anything,” he murmured softly.

 

“Never hurt me.”

 

“I promise.”

 

“Good.” I tangled my fingers in his hair as he slowly bent down, his face hovering less than an inch from mine. I could feel his hot breath blowing across my lips and my mouth suddenly became wet. “I want you to kiss me Trevor.”

 

He bent down, closing the small distance between us, and pressed his lips to mine gently. It was different than any of the other kisses we had shared before. This one meant something; it was symbolic of our feelings for each other. I could feel it coursing through me, this warmth, spreading from my heart and shaking my body with its passion. His lips caressed mine softly, prolonging the feeling of just being close and together. I parted my lips slowly and he slid his tongue into my mouth to taste me. His tongue was hot and smooth against mine, our saliva mixing with the others as our kiss heated into something more. He sucked lightly on my lower lip and I moaned into his mouth, the sound filling the room with an eroticism neither of us had predicted. All too quickly the atmosphere changed and our innocent kiss had turned into something terrifying.

 

Trevor was the first to break away from the kiss and when I finally came back to my senses it was to find both of my legs wrapped tightly around his hips and my fingers tucked beneath the waistband of his boxers. I smiled up at him shyly.

 

“Maybe it's not me we should be worried about,” Trevor breathed, smiling down at me.

 

“I think that maybe…you're right.”

 

 

 

A/N: This has so far been the longest chapter that I have ever written in any of my stories. I thought I'd never finish…I like it though. Sexual tension is such a fun thing to play around with. PLEASE REVIEW!!!! TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS!!!!!!! PLEEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE!!!!! :D I hope you guys liked it! This is NOT the end, just so you know…I have a lot more I'm going to write for this story haha