Chapter 2 NO.2

As a teenager, 16 to be precise, I never did the girly girl things. I was your typical tomboy. I just never cared about what people said or thought about me.

It was fun wearing over sized clothes, looking like shit and eating junk food. My parents were rich but I didn't look like it at all because I never actually cared about the money. So long as I was comfortable, no problem. We lived in a mansion, with maids waiting on us. Believe me when I tell you I was a very lazy girl. Damn I was lazy.

But I had my limit though. I didn't let them clean my room because I had really personal things there. It was my haven. I never let anyone in there. Except my twin brother Nathaniel, before he died when we were 13. He was the only one I was really close to before he died.

It hurt so bad because we were really close since our parents were not your everyday warm cozy parents that will stay home with you when you are sick or kiss the boo boo or cuddle up with you when you had a nightmare. They are your typical business man and woman and so we were not close since they had no time for us.

When my brother died, my mum tried mending our relationship but it didn't work out and so she ended up calling me a cold bitch, who didn't feel sh*t for anybody. It was true though, because after craving for my parents' love for so long and having experienced disappointments in friendships, I became cold. I shut everybody out. I didn't let anybody in.

I didn't even have crushes like normal people my age did, but I still dreamt of having my happily ever after.

I did have one friend though. Her name was Luchey but I called her Lou. We grew up together, different lifestyles but she also came from a rich family. She was snobby and talked sh*t about her friends.

I still don't know how we kept on relating with each other. Through her, I met a guy, Seth Blackwell. He was the most beautiful guy I had ever seen. I was 15 then. At first, we were just friends, teasing each other and all but then we became very close.

I noticed some changes in me then. I was always worried when we didn't chat each other up online. I got butterflies every time we hung out. And I called him a lot, had all these nice tingles run through my body each time I heard his voice. It was a good feeling. I was happy.

It was my first time of letting someone into my life. He was so sweet. Cute with his dimpled cheeks, the bluest eyes I have ever seen, brown hair, pink lips and earlobes which I loved so much. Weird, I know but true.

The next year, he asked me out on 1st February and I was the happiest girl on planet earth. But a girl has her pride. I told him I was going to think about it. I accepted on 10th February. He swore to make me happy, never to hurt me and all that.

Of course I believed him. I was in love with him. He was my first love, first kiss, the first guy to feel me up (you know what I mean). Life was perfect. My parents knew something was up because since my brother died, I had never been the same.

One day, Seth came over to my house. We were in my room cuddling and watching Inuyasha, my best anime. He started teasing me for watching the same anime over and over again. I laughed and turned to say "stop hating" and he kissed me. I kissed him back for a while and pulled back and he said "come on. They kiss in yourvanimes and you won't even kiss me. What's the problem? Are you shy?" I nodded and he said "come on. It's cool. I'll teach you."

He kissed me again and I kissed him back, trying to imitate what he was doing. I don't know how it happened but I ended up under him with my legs wrapped around his waist. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. "You are perfect. I love you so much" he whispered and kissed me again.

He rolled over and I ended up on top of him. He started feeling me up and when I felt him cup my butt I gasped and broke the kiss. I kissed his jaw and sucked on his earlobe and he moaned.

I felt his hands come up to my stomach and back. It tickled and I told him. Then I felt his hands on my breasts and we both moaned. I moaned and gasped really loud and whispered his name when he pinched my nipples. We started kissing again. He unfastened my bra and cupped my breasts and pinched my pink nipples which were swollen with need. We rolled over again and I was beneath him. I felt his hard length against my dripping jean clad core. He stopped and I opened my eyes and looked at him and he asked me if I trusted him and I said yes, with all my heart.

He sucked on one nipple through my sweater and pinched the other. I felt him grind his erection against my heat and we moaned together. Then he increased his movement until I started having a feeling I couldn't understand.

I panicked and opened my eyes and asked him and he said I should let it go that it was normal. I gasped out his name as my body jerked. Nothing had ever felt so good.

About 5 minutes later after I had screamed his name a second time, he groaned and jerked on top of me and then stopped moving and his weight fell on me.

Then he rolled to my side and said "That was good. Thank you so much babe. I love you."

"I love you too" I replied without looking him in the eyes. Then I gave him a clean pair of boxer shorts and he went into the bathroom to clean up.

When he came out, I quickly went in there to shower and think of what I had done. I know we didn't have sex but it bothered me that I lost control just like that. I wasted a lot of time in there till he knocked on the door and asked if I was alright and I said yes and dressed up and left quickly. I still couldn't meet his gaze. He asked if I was alright again and I said yes. He came over to where I was standing and cupped my face and kissed my forehead and raised my head to meet his gaze. He said he was sorry and I said sorry for what and he said for hurting me in any way if he did.

I then explained myself, what I felt and why I felt that way and he said he didn't mean to let things get out of hands but he was telling the truth when he said it was the most beautiful thing he had ever done.

And I believed him. Of course I did. As I was seeing him off, my parents came back and my dad was like "who is he?"

"My boyfriend". That was all. He didn't say anything else and they went in. Seth wasn't bothered in anyway. He kissed my lips slowly and left after saying I love you.

When I got inside, my dad said "he is your age mate"

"So f**king what? You want me to start doing college guys or old men?"

"Watch your tongue young lady. And you have to stop seeing him. I don't want him around you. You will get a lot of negative habits from him"

"Negative habits? You are not the boss of me dad. I can do whatever I want to do, date whoever I want to date and you won't stop me". I looked at my mother and she was looking at me with softness in her eyes. I scoffed. Fake b**ch. I left and banged the door behind me while my dad was still ranting. Please give me a break. Later that night, my mum came into my room for the first time. She looked around and said she loved what I had done with the walls and I didn't say anything. She started apologizing for never being there for my brother and I and leaving us to the nannies was the worst thing she had ever done to herself. That she was sorry blah blah blah. I looked at her.

Seeing her look so broken made me do what I no longer dreamt of doing. I hugged her. She hugged me back so tightly that she almost cracked my ribs. I forgave her. We laid down on my bed and she kept on petting my hair. "I think your boyfriend is very cute"

"I know he's very cute." I replied. She approved of him and then we talked about other things.

After that day, Seth and I kind of drifted. He stopped calling like he used to, stopped saying I love you, stopped acting like he wanted to see me. I became depressed. I felt used and stupid. I should have known it was too good to be true.

I asked him if everything was fine and he said yes. I went over to see him in his house. He acted all enthusiastic and all that but that visit ended very badly. That was the last time I saw him or spoke to him.

Chapter 2 is finally here. Please vote and comment.