Meant to Be

by Sienna Grant

  “We can’t do this, not here anyway.” I gasp, moving my hands to his chest.

  He pulls away from me and moves his hand to my leg.

  “I’m sorry babe,” Jax says. “Hey, there’s nothing to be shy about,” I say. He strokes his fingers across the blush in my cheeks. “It’s good, only every time I see you, I get a hard-on. I’ve tried to stay away for a reason, Shelby. I don’t want you to think I just want you for a quick shag and that’s it. I like you, I want us to be together. I won’t force you into anything Shelby, I promise.”

  Nodding, I lean back in to kiss him.

  “So does this mean we’re official then?” He asks moving the hair from my face.

  “I hope so, I don’t intend on kissing anyone else like this.” I smile then kiss him again.

  “Good.”

  After spending another half an hour kissing me on the couch, he leaves. He didn’t want me to get into trouble, and I didn’t want my Mum to catch me with him on the couch. I wanted him to stay, but that could be because I wanted him to kiss me some more. So much for not getting a boyfriend and concentrating on schoolwork. Oh well, I can do both. Nothing has to suffer, it’ll just give my Mum something else to moan about. I mean, was she really not my age once, I’m not bad, but I’m a teenager, surely even she can understand that.

  A few minutes later the door opens.

  “Was that that boy again I’ve just seen walking away from the house?”

  “He’s just a friend.” I sigh.

  “You know I don’t like people in the house when I’m not here, Shelby.” She bangs her bag down on the table with a huff.

  “That’s probably because you don’t like people,” I answer quietly.

  “I heard that,” she snaps. “I don’t know him.”

  “Well you won’t if you don’t make an effort, and I suppose you never did it when you were my age then?”

  “This isn’t about me Shelby.”

  “So you’re not going to answer my question?”

  Shaking my head in frustration, I roll my eyes and tell her I’m going to my room. I can’t deal with her when she’s in this mood.

  She stops me at the stairs before saying, “I don’t want boys in the house, and that’s my final word, Shelby.”

  Marching up the stairs, I reach my room and slam my door shut, throwing myself on my bed.

  I put Ed Sheeran on my iPod - Castle On The Hill starts playing. I listen for a while, singing along to the lyrics before getting my homework out. My phone pings with a message, looking at the screen, I smile.

  Jax: That was close. She pulled onto the drive as I was walking away.

  Me: Don’t worry about it.

  Jax: I know, but I don’t want you to get into trouble for me.

  Me: I won’t. As I told you, don’t worry. x

  My door opens and Mum peers around it.

  “I’m doing Spag Bol.”

  “Okay.” I click off my screen on my phone then get off the bed to sit at my computer to start my homework. I don’t look at her again.

  “So what was his name?”

  “Jaxon.” I concentrate on logging my computer in instead... she stares at me for the longest minute, studying my mood.

  “I’ll leave you to it then, it’ll be around half an hour.”

  “Yeah okay.”

  The door closes behind her, so I pick my phone back up, I don’t see another message, so I place it at the side of the monitor and start doing what I need to.

  Jaxon

  As I pull the door closed, I see a car approaching, I know it’s Shelby’s mum - I remember the car from when I was here last time. Walking down the drive she indicates to turn onto it, I glance at her and see her eyeing me, she doesn’t look happy though; shit. I don’t want Shelby to get into trouble, so I send her a text.

  Walking into my house, it’s quiet.

  “MUM?” I shout out, but I don’t get any answer, she’s probably pissed again. Screw it, I’m hungry. I open a tin of baked beans and put some bread in the toaster. Beans on toast again then. I wonder what it would be like to have a good Mum? One that cooks and cleans for you. That would be like a dream come true for me.

  Opening my texts back up I see Shelby’s last text and reply.

  Me: At least she cares about you.

  I place my phone down on the side and warm up my beans. I hate being skint. I hate having a mother who is an alcoholic. Why can’t she be normal? I often wonder what my dad would’ve been like if he was still around, but then I think that maybe it would’ve been worse than it is now. How? I’m not sure.

  I hate my life. The only good thing about it right now is seeing Shelby, but what she actually sees in me, I have no clue. I’ll just enjoy it while it lasts...if it lasts.

  Friday comes around quickly, and I can’t wait to see Shelby again. We’re all meeting at Harry’s house tonight and heading to the party together. When I reach the door, I hope and pray my Aunty isn’t in, I can’t be listening to her shit tonight and ruining my good mood.

  My attention isn’t on the closed door in front of me - so when it opens my eyes instantly latch onto the female in front of me. My eyes travel from the knee-high black boots to the short skirt. As my gaze gets higher, the top she’s wearing shows off her flat belly and her dark hair falls over her shoulders in waves.

  “Shelb? You look amazing.” My eyes are wide as I take all of her in.

  Stepping towards her, I grip her hips inching her closer to me until our bodies touch. Standing like this we’re the same height until I step up onto the doorstep and guide her back through the doorway. Raising her gaze to meet mine, she captures her lip between her teeth. My arm works its way around her pulling her flush against me. My other hand pushes the door shut from behind me. Dipping my head, I lightly kiss her top lip, her breath hitching as I take advantage of her open mouth, licking her lips before kissing her fully.

  “It’s about time you got here, dude,” Harry shouts, peering around the door interrupting us. Pushing my hand into her hair, I bring her closer to me. Her hands fist my jacket as her ample tits rub against me. I make the decision to slow down our kiss, if I don’t, I can’t be held responsible for my dick's actions. Pulling back from her, I take a good look at her, a slight blush covering her cheeks, her lips red and swollen; she’s never looked sexier. My thumb smooths over her lips as she smiles at me.

  “Hi.”

  “Now that’s a hello. You look sexy as fuck.”

  “You don’t look so bad yourself, handsome,” Shelby says adding a wink.

  “I didn’t know whether your Mum would let you come.”

  “She doesn’t know. I’m staying at Addison’s.”

  I lift her feet from the floor and bring her to my height, making our lips meet again until I place her back down. I move my arm to wrap around her shoulders and hold her chin between my thumb and finger, tipping her head back so I can see into her eyes.

  “You little rebel.” I smile wickedly as she shrugs. “Come on.”

  We walk into the room where Harry and Addison are. Harry has Addy pinned to the couch beneath him as he kisses her. Clearing my throat to let them know they have an audience, he breaks from her looking over his shoulder frowning.

  “Cockblock.” Harry cusses as Addison pushes him off her while wiping the corners of her mouth. Shelby blushes, smiles, then looks away from me.

  I walk towards the cabinet where I know Aunty Sheila keeps the booze.

  “So, how about a party starter then?”

  Opening the cabinet, there's not anything that takes my fancy, nothing that will do the trick anyway, so I pull the bottle of Vodka from a bag which I stole from my Mum’s stash earlier today and unscrew the lid, taking a long swig from the bottle. It burns as it hits my throat but swallowing it burns even more. Cringing, I shake my head willing the taste to go before passing the bottle to H. He takes it from me and puts it on the table with a frown.
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  “You don’t want any?”

  “Fuck Jax. If Mum comes back and sees that here she’ll throw you out.”

  “She’ll do that anyway,” I tell him with a scowl.

  “Why give her an excuse you dick. Put the lid on, we’ll take it with us.”

  “There he is.”

  I knew he’d want some. I screw the lid on like Harry asked me too.

  “Are you girls ready then?”

  They nod, and Shelby comes to stand by my side while I wrap an arm around her…

  “Let’s go then.” Harry pulls the door shut behind him and turns to lock it. We make the short walk to the party with Shelby tucked into my side.

  Chapter Five

  Shelby

  We hear the music from the party from fifty yards down the street. Passing through an entry down the side of the house and through a wooden gate, we enter a huge garden. Jax has a hold of my hand as we walk down one by one. The light from the decking is on, lighting up the whole area. We walk towards the conservatory doors that are propped wide open, saying hello to people as we pass. There are teenagers everywhere, on the grass, on the decking, in the house - I don’t even know most of the people that are here. They look older, more Jax’s age than ours. A tall, good-looking lad with blond hair and quite built - approaches us. Jax releases me and steps up to greet him, shaking hands and slapping each other on the back. Harry shakes the big guy's hand too, I stand there awkwardly and just smile.

  “Who are these two lookers then?” Jax steps back smiling and tucks me into his side.

  “Ben. This is my girlfriend, Shelby. That’s Addison, her friend.”

  “My girlfriend.” Harry chips in and does the same to her. My eyes cut to Addy in surprise, why do I not know this?

  “Pity.” Ben’s gaze doesn’t leave me as he answers Jax.

  Jax and Ben have some kind of stare down making me feel uncomfortable. I tug lightly on Jax’s jacket to get his attention. He looks at me before turning back to Ben smirking…

  “See you in a bit, Ben, I’m off to get a drink.”

  “Don’t go mad.”

  “Got my own thanks.” Jax holds up the bottle of vodka as my eyes narrow at Ben’s comment.

  Walking through the French doors leading into the kitchen, there are people everywhere. Jax leads us in, speaking to people he knows as he pushes through the crowd grabbing some plastic cups from the side. Finding an empty corner, we stand there as he pours some vodka into his and Harry’s.

  “Girls?” He holds out the bottle.

  “I will, please,” Addison answers his question.

  “Just a little for me.”

  He pours into both cups and screws the lid back on. Lifting the cup to my lips, I don’t smell anything, so I drink some. I’ve never drunk Vodka before. I’ve had wine and the odd bottle of beer, even a WKD but never this. The small amount touches the back of my tongue and begins to burn. I decide to neck the lot. Instead, it feels like it’s burning a hole in my chest. I cough from the sensation and pass the cup to Jax. He rubs my back as I bend over.

  “Do you not like?” Harry asks laughing.

  “It’s horrible.”

  Harry walks away and comes back with some Pepsi for me. I take it from him thanking him quickly and guzzle it down.

  “Better babe?” Asks Jax with a smirk.

  “Much.”

  “Lightweight.” Addison throws at me.

  “I don’t care. The closest I’m going to get to Vodka from now on is WKD.” I smile. Addison knocks hers back and the cringe on her face and the number of times she says the f-word, I’m assuming she didn’t like it either. Coughing out to Jax. ‘I’ll have more of that,’ he smiles and puts some more into her plastic cup.

  “If you’re sick anywhere near me tonight I’m going to rub your face in it.”

  “Alright, Mum.” She fires back amused. I raise my middle finger at her, but she just laughs at me.

  Havana by Camila Cabello starts to play, and Addy starts moving her body to the beat and grinding down. Harry’s eyes are fixed on Addison as her bum almost touches the floor when she goes low. He steps from the corner and dances with her. Laughing at them and shaking my head, I feel Jax come to stand behind me, his hands threading around my waist and holding me close, his lips kissing my neck. Turning in his arm, I fling my arms around his neck as his lips meet mine, kissing me deeply.

  “I like you a lot, Shelb.”

  “I like you too.” I can’t take my eyes from him as I turn in his arms, I can’t look away, he has me hypnotised.

  “Ahh come on man, there’s rooms upstairs for that sort of thing.”

  My eyes widen, I realise we’re being watched - shit. My forehead rests against Jaxson’s chest, as I try to hide my burning face, he puts his hand around my neck and holds me close.

  “Ben? Do one man. There was no need for that, you’ve embarrassed her. Come on Shelb. Prick.” Jax growls at the other lad Ben, he laughs loudly as he’s pulling me away. He leads me into a hallway and up to the end where there’s no-one around.

  “Sorry babe.”

  “It’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting that. I guess it’s what the others do that come to the party though…”

  “Hey,” tipping my chin back with his finger, he looks into my eyes, “I know that’s not you though, I told you I would never pressure you into doing something you weren't ready for.”

  “I know, it’s what I love about you.” Smiling, I rest my head back against his chest. “Jax?” I call out in a small voice.

  “Yeah?” His chin rests on the top of my head while he waits for me to speak again.

  “Do you think it’s too soon to be ready for all that?” Holding my shoulders, he pushes me away slightly so he can look into my eyes, he bends at the knees, so he’s at my level.

  “That really depends on you Shelby. I can’t say whether you’re ready - it’s not up to me."

  “I think I am ready....”

  “Shelb, do you realise what you’re asking?”

  Nodding, “Yeah... I do.” I answer him, so he knows I’m serious about this.

  He lifts the bottle to his lips again and tips it back. The clear liquid fills the neck of the bottle, as his full his lips cover the top. His throat works as he swallows it down, my eyes in line with his Adam's apple. He holds it to his side and pulls me closer again. His wet lips covering mine in a kiss, I can taste the vodka as he pushes his cold tongue into my mouth. A sensation I’ve never felt this strong, starts in my lower belly, it’s the same feeling I had in my house a couple of weeks back. I kiss him harder. Being in this corner we’re away from everyone, my hand travels down his stomach to his jeans belt. Feeling brave, I let it go further down. Rubbing my hand over the denim of his jeans, it comes as a surprise that it’s me that’s making him like this. Jax’s mouth moves to my neck, licking and kissing.

  “Do you want to get out of here?” He gasps breathlessly pulling away. I nod, and he wastes no time in taking my hand and leading me out of there.

  Jaxon

  Shit. This girl kills me. I know I should probably hold back a bit longer, but I can’t, she touched me, and I knew I was done for. The minute she said she was ready, all bets were off, and I’m about to make her my girl, even though she already was. I need to tell Harry we’re off. Finding him in the kitchen, I walk towards him. Giving a chin lift, I shout at him.

  “We’re off. Shelby’s had enough.”

  His eyebrow raises in question. “You mean you have?”

  “Okay, we’ve had enough. Shelby’s coming back to mine.”

  “Yeah okay. See you later…”

  We touch fists, and I turn back to Shelby. I hear him shout at me again, so I raise my hand above my head giving him my middle finger in reply. I hear him laugh, so I take Shelby’s hand in mine and walk out.

  Quietly, I push my key into the door and turn, the door opens, and I lead Shelby in, looking aroun
d as I go. I can’t see Mum anywhere - she must be passed out.

  Thank fuck.

  I lead her up the stairs and take her to my room.

  “Sorry about the house.”

  “Don’t be silly, it’s fine. I’m not a snob, Jax.”

  “I did clean everywhere today though.”

  “You did?” She asks sounding shocked.

  “Yes. Me. Why are you shocked?”

  “There’s not many boys of your age that would clean for their parents, that’s all.”

  “Mum. I only have my Mum.”

  “Snap. That’s something we have in common.”

  Looking into her eyes, I smile. I feel happy when I’m with her.

  “So, your Mum won’t mind me being here will she?”

  “No way. She’s probably in bed anyway.”

  I brush that story under the carpet for another day. Pulling her in through the open door, I close it behind her and slide the small lock across. I put the lock on my door when I turned twelve, to keep my dad out of here.

  I sit next to her on the bed, with my hand resting on her leg. My fingers stroking up and down on her skin. She bites the corner of her lip nervously.

  “We don’t have to do this. I can just hold you if you want?”

  “No, I want to.”

  My head nods before I find my voice again. “Are you a virgin, Shelby?” Her nervous and wide eyes find mine.

  “No,” she says nervously.

  “You can tell me,” I assure her.

  “Yes....” I nod again then cover her cheek and pull her closer to me, our lips barely touching. For some reason I’m feeling nervous, there's a slight tremor in my hands - I’m never like this around a girl, but then they’ve never meant anything to me either. Pressing her lips against mine, I take advantage of her offering and kiss her like I’ve never kissed her before, pushing us back to lie on the bed. My hands are roaming over her petite body and finding the bottom of her top I push it up revealing her flat stomach.