Shatter

  “Cool, we’ll all meet up after school then.” With that, Tyler had gone off to class as Al and I parted ways and did the same.

  Chapter 6

  Rule Breaker

  When I had first arrived at Tyler’s home, I had assumed there would only be about ten or so people, but I was wrong. Damn near half the juniors were here, not that I knew many of them but still it was pretty damn wild.

  AL and I had followed Tyler into the pool house, already people were diving in, or otherwise, drinking themselves stupid. “Alright ladies, I have a party to host, have fun!”

  I gave Al a look of concern, I was never the party type; I was the kind of kid who just stuck to the books. Grabbing me a cold beer from the keg, Al smiled, “Alright, time to break out of that shell of yours.”

  Taking the beer, I rose a brow, “I do not have a shell.”

  She giggled and took a sip from her own cup, and I did the same. It was the bitterest thing I had ever tasted, but I had to admit, it went down smooth. After we had finished a few drinks, Al grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into the middle of the yard everyone had been dancing in. I couldn’t help the smile that appeared on my face. It was the most fun I had in a long time; sure I was breaking the rules, I was drinking under age, but I was happy. We danced for a few songs before deciding to head in for a couple more drinks.

  Taking our cups, we headed to the other side of the pool house, where nobody seemed to be around. Al sat right beside me on the lounge chair, and I looked to her with a faint laugh, “What’s so funny?”

  Though I didn’t quite know, “Nothing, why?”

  AL nudged me, “Because you’ve been giggling nonstop for the past hour.”

  Taking in a deep breath I placed my hand over hers and gave it a faint squeeze, “I’m happy and I’m glad I came. You make me happy Al, and I haven’t felt like that for a long time. So, thank you!”

  Taking a few drinks, I set my cup to the side as Al pulled me in for a slow deep kiss. Christ her kisses would be the death of me! She bit my lower lip which surprised the hell out of me, though my lips parted on their own and soon enough I could feel her tongue against mine. A soft sigh came from her as I returned the kiss, though I soon broke for air as I looked to her.

  “Something wrong?” Her breath hitched a bit.

  I shook my head, “N-no, it’s just…I feel weird…”

  Al had started to laugh a bit before kissing me quickly, and stood up, pulling me up with her. “That’s called getting horny.”

  My face went red, though I couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or being embarrassed. She didn’t tease me, but we didn’t talk about it. Which was probably a good thing, because as far as sex goes, let’s just say I’m still a virgin! With her arms draped over my shoulders she gave that coy smile I had come to adore.

  “You sure got quiet. Was it something I said…or…did?” Her voice just above a whisper as she leaned closer. God! I could feel her breath fan against the crook of my neck. Amazing how even with the alcohol slowing my heart rate, she made it race with such a subtle action.

  “Something like that.” Though at this point I wasn’t much for conversation, she had me in a trance, as if drawing me in, she was the predator, and me? I was her prey.

  “Let’s find out.” Again, her breath fanned against my neck, but this time, her teeth grazed along it with the smallest of bites.

  “A-Al…” Her name barely audible, my body seeming to quiver with anticipation, to which, she responded by kissing over my neck. My body seemed to be doing whatever the hell it wanted without my consent. My hands trailing down along her back as I leaned up with a low moan, though, it was quickly silenced with her lips.

  Something shifted in me, because I had pushed Al up against a nearby wall, her back giving a faint thud as it met the thin plywood. Our tongues swirled with one another’s, a battle for dominance had ensued. Funny, because moments ago I was concerned about being a virgin, yet my body was acting as if it knew what to do. Her right hand traveled up and beneath my shirt, her thumb brushing over my left nipple, causing a low moan to escape my lips.

  My left hand had trailed up to rest behind her neck, pulling onto the back of her hair, her body arching forward into my own, “God, Vega, stop teasing me!” I had been about to retort with a rather seductive comment, until a loud thud caused us both to part from one another.

  “Oh, don’t stop on my account!” Tyler’s words a bit slurred as he pushed a lawn chair out of his path. It was pretty obvious we had no idea anyone was even watching, due to the look of shock on our faces.

  “I should…I need to go.” I breathed out, pushing past Tyler, though Al had trailed right behind me.

  “Vega, wait! It’s okay, just stay and…” Her words had cut off, though I didn’t know why, until I saw Tyler pulling her into his arms.

  “C’mon Alana, let her go. Why don’t you let me satisfy you?”

  She responded by trying to shove him off her, “Tyler you’re drunk! Now let go of me before I fucking kick your ass.”

  Thankfully he let go, because if he hadn’t? Well, I might have done something I would regret, especially with him touching her. He mumbled something neither of us understood before going inside the pool house. When Al’s hand found my own, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. “You alright?” I had to ask; it wasn’t just because I was jealous but, I still didn’t know how to handle things like that.

  “Me? Yeah, Tyler’s not that type of guy. Vega, if I tell him to fuck off, he usually does, but I’m glad to know you care.”

  My right hand moved up to cup her cheek “Of course I care Al. You’re my girl.” Her cheeks tinted a faint shade of red which made me giggle.

  “C’mon, let’s go, party is getting a bit lame.” As she tugged onto my hand. I couldn’t help but be curious.

  “And where exactly are we going?” That much I needed to know, because I didn’t know just how much longer I could even function properly.

  A smile crossed her lips, “To my house, I mean, that’s where I told your mother you were staying remember?”

  To her house? Now what was I going to do? “Okay, sounds good to me.” Which, it really did, because right now all I wanted to do was relax.

  It was only luck that Kyle was just leaving as we were, Al had convinced him to give us a ride; though, I didn’t say so much as a word, thank god it was a short drive. Getting out of Kyle’s truck, we walked across the road and up onto Al’s porch.

  “Don’t worry, my parents aren’t even home yet, they work late.” I only gave a silent nod while she unlocked the door and we went in. This was the first time I was even inside AL’s house, but that really hadn’t dawned on me till now.

  Her room was pretty similar to mine, though the paint was a much lighter shade of grey, which, made me smirk. Several posters decorated the walls of her room, ranging from classic runaways, all the way to Adam Lambert. While I was looking around, she had been going through her dresser and came over handing me a pair of shorts and a black tee shirt. “Shower is right through that door.” Her hand motioning over my shoulder.

  I raised a brow towards her, “What, I have to shower and you don’t?” I mused with a chuckle, though my question back fired.

  “Well, I was going to let you have the first one but if you want me to join you I will.” Her tone almost came off in a sultry manner, and it left me stammering.

  “N-no, I-I mean, not n-no, it’s just… uhm…” What if she saw my scars? Would she be disgusted by them? Would they turn her away?

  They are pretty gross, if you let her see them, you may as well end the relationship now, considering she would be scared off.

  Her hands came to rest onto my cheeks, chasing away the darkness of my inner thoughts, “Vega…it’s alright, we can take it slow.” I bit my lower lip as I tried to keep tears from forming.

  “It’s not that…it’s just…I have scars.” Her thumb caressed against my cheek as she gave a faint smile.


  “So, what? Scars won’t change how I feel about you, Vega.” I tilt my head up, looking into her green hues, I saw no lies. The next thing I knew, there we were in her shower, though I stood there in a towel, frozen, our eyes locked.

  I watched the water cascade down her back as she brought her hands up, only to run them through those long dark raven locks. No matter how much I tried, I just couldn’t stop staring at her, which she picked up on, because she let out a faint chuckle.

  “Like what you see?” Her hands running along her sides in a seductive manner as she blushed, and I could only nod.

  “You’re beautiful.” I breathed out, and she was. Everything about Al was beautiful, not just her body, but her personality. The way she spoke with honesty rather than lies, the way she made me feel safe where I once felt insecure. She was now someone I could never imagine my life without, and would never want to.

  “Come on, I won’t hurt you.” Her hand extending outward, and against all will, I let the towel fall from around me and took hold of her hand. The hot water was a welcomed feeling as steam continued to envelop around us. I flinched a bit when her slim fingers ran along the long vertical scar of my upper body.

  Seeing Al’s facial expression as she moved her hand over my scar made me wonder if this was a mistake, letting her see me like this, I began to feel vulnerable. “See? Nothing’s changed,” she whispered.

  As our lips met again, I realized that in this moment, she would be my reason to keep going, my reason for wanting to try again. It was like our bodies fit perfectly with one another, both of us in sync as we sought out passion, love and trust. Every time her fingers would caress over the various smaller scars of my back, I would try to pull away. Yet, she would stop me, not out of force or to keep me in place but to reassure me.

  Our shower had not lasted much longer; we had become too enthralled with one another, those same feelings at the party quickly resurfacing. As Al pulled me down onto her bed, my arms laced up and around her neck. My breathing hitched, as her hand trailed down to cup my sex, allowing her middle finger to swirl around my clit. Incoherent words escaped my lips, yet they mixed with desperation, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I allowed my legs to wrap around her waist, only to roll to the left, forcing her down onto her back with a sharp exhale.

  “Seems someone is getting impatient.” Her palms pressed firmly against the blades of my shoulders, before dragging her slim fingers along my back.

  “You’re the one driving me crazy.” Though my words were muffled as my lips trailed along her neck, allowing my teeth to graze her skin. My lips trailed across her collarbone as I chuckled, knowing she hated being toyed with, being teased.

  “Let me apologize then.” I pulled back to question her response, but she silenced my lips with her own, and again, my back met the bed. Christ, there was this dominate air about her, and it turned me on even more. As her lips began to trail between the valley of my breasts, my heart began to race faster, yet her lips kept moving lower.

  “A-Al what are you…A-ah mmh.” The back of my head dipped into her pillow more as her tongue continued to move inside me, and…oh god did it feel good! As my hips arched up, she would press them back down with her palms. My fingers curled into the black satin sheets of her bed, my entire body was writhing in pleasure.

  “Mnnh, you taste sweet.” Her words heavy like velvet, sending heat to my cheeks, fuck I couldn’t even comprehend anything else at this point. As her tongue teased me, I wanted more of her, was that even possible?

  There was this sudden urge that began to flood through my veins, what started as a dull ache became an intense flame. “Al, w-wait, something…I can’t…” Now, I couldn’t even speak but Al? She didn’t let up. Hips arching up off the bed, my toes curled as I let out a cry of pleasure, her name escaping my lips in a breathless moan.

  My chest heaved lightly, the ceiling had come back into focus as I lay there in awe, speechless, I had just had my first orgasm, and it was amazing. Her lips trailed up along my abdomen, slow, delicate, before reaching my own once more. I could taste myself on her lips, both bitter and sweet. Suddenly I pulled the back of her hair with a sharp exhale, “Oh no… we’re far from done!”

  Al’s cheeks seemed to tint at my words, but they held truth, and I wanted her to feel everything I had just felt. We spent the rest of the night loving one another in the most intense and passionate of manners. As we both lay there exhausted, her head rested on my chest, my arm draped over her shoulders, her index finger trailed over my scar again.

  “What happened?” Her question was expected, and I knew she would eventually ask, but right now, I didn’t want to ruin the moment. Looking down to her I gave her a soft smile.

  “Promise to tell you someday. Right now? I just want to stay like this.” She leaned up to place a soft passionate kiss against my lips and smiled.

  “I love you, Vega.” My cheeks tinted a bit, though, I could only smile even more.

  “I love you too Al.” We had both fallen asleep sometime later, entangled in one another’s arms, one daring not to part from the other. For the first time, my nightmares, my past, didn’t haunt me, and I had Al to thank for that. She made me feel safe, and that? That was something I had not felt for a long time.

  Chapter 7

  Going Public

  If there was one thing I wish I would have known, it would be how drinking all night made you feel the next morning, because right about now? It felt as if I had been chewing on a cotton ball. My arms had outstretched to find the space beside me empty. Instantly, I sat upright and looked around the room. Al had not been here, though I gathered she was downstairs. Looking to the stand beside me, I smiled seeing my clothes and had thrown them on. Making the bed, I had gone downstairs and much to my surprise, had seen Al’s parents standing in the kitchen.

  “Good morning sleepyhead.” Al’s voice was more than sing song, as she placed a kiss to my lips making my cheeks flush.

  A faint noise came from the kitchen table as Al’s father ruffled the pages of his morning paper before giving a gruff chuckle, “I take it you two ladies had a fun night? I know I don’t miss drinking.”

  “I honestly don’t know how they can stand it.” Al’s mother stated, before smiling as she handed me a cup of coffee.

  “Thank you…” My words seeming to trail off a bit before Al picked up on one key factor. I had never met her parents.

  “Oh! I’m sorry. Vega, this is my mother, Evelyn, and my dad, Nathaniel.” Al moved to get her own coffee as she just kept on smiling, but none of this was exactly registering to me.

  “It’s about time you brought your girlfriend over Alana. All she does is talk about you.” Evelyn’s eyes were a shade of emerald, her hair dark and skin a smooth ivory; I could see where Al got her looks.

  “She was probably hiding her from you…and your cooking.” A gruff laugh came from Nathaniel as she swatted him with the kitchen towel.

  “You, I mean, you guys are okay with this? With us?” Her father put down the paper, and Evelyn looked to me as if I were crazy.

  “Why wouldn’t we be? There’s nothing wrong with loving someone, dear. Isn’t that right, hun?” Evelyn’s question directed towards her husband who just nodded.

  Was I on the set of the fucking partridge family and didn’t know it? None of this made any sense; her parents were so nice, it was almost, creepy.

  “So long as my daughter is happy, I don’t care. But if you hurt her…or break her heart, you’re going to meet my twelve gauge.”

  “Dad, stop!” Al said with a laugh, she must have seen my face drop a shade or two of color before moving over to kiss my cheek.

  “What about your parents, Vega? What do they think?” Evelyn waiting for my response as she placed more cups into the cabinet above her.

  “They…they don’t know, I mean…I haven’t told them. I honestly thought Al and I would wait to tell you guys as well.”

  Al shook her head, “I already knew my parents
would be okay with this, I’m sorry, Vega, I should have talked to you first. Tell you what, why don’t we eat, then go to your house, and we will tell your parents?”

  Oh this is going to be good! I can’t wait to see what they say about their daughter being gay; ten bucks says they throw you out.

  “I don’t think it’s a good idea…maybe we should just wait.” But despite my words Al shook her head and gave a defiant smile.

  “Nonsense! There is no reason to be scared. I know they will be okay with it.”

  But would they be? Would my mother actually be able to look me in the eyes? Fuck what Craig thought; I wouldn’t have his approval of anything, ever. But Al made me feel so much more confident when I was with her, so why the hell not?

  It was like one of those suspenseful movies, the scene where the music changes in cue and makes the hair on the back of your neck stand, because you know something is about to happen. My mother and Craig sat on the living room couch in front of me as they gave us a questionable look.

  “Alright, so what is it you wanted to tell us, Vega?” When my mother had asked that, I suddenly wished I had never come home. As Al stood next to me, I took in a deep breath.

  It was now or never, “Al and I are together.” There was a pause of silence before my mom gave a faint smile.

  “Of course you are! You two are always hanging out and I’m glad to see you’ve found such a good friend.” But Craig picked up on, what my mother had obviously not.

  “No, Mom, I mean Al and I are dating, we have been for a while now.” I stated, before taking hold of Al’s hand who smiled.

  “It’s true. I love your daughter, and let me reassure you, I have no intention of hurting her.” Though Al fell silent when Craig stood up from our couch.

  “I will not have a dyke living under my roof!” The look on Al’s face made my heart cringe as anger slowly began to boil.