Starburst (5 page)

“You
make me say what is on my mind, you can’t be a hypocrite.”

“Yes
Alley, I want to very much so,” he answered. “Come on let’s get some
breakfast.”

“Can
we just have the pizza?” she asked as they walked to the kitchen.

“You
liked my pizza, uh?”

“I
loved your pizza.”

Trevas
warmed up the pizza on a cooking stone in the oven. They both grabbed a shower
while it was warming, and Trevas shook his head lightly as he watched her come
back down in short dark blue stretch shorts and light pink tank-top that showed
the darker shade of pink bra strap. They sat at the table and ate. Trevas was
trying his best to talk to her normal and not let things be awkward, but was failing
miserably when their eyes kept getting entranced with each other’s.

“Come
on, I will beat you in a game of pinball,” she told him after they had cleaned
up the plates.

They
stood side by side and Alley asked him if they were playing for poison.

“No
way, that gets me in trouble,” he admitted.

“You’re
not in trouble, Trevas,” she said, looking at him in the way that he was
quickly finding out was extremely dangerous for him. “We will just play for
fun,” she added.

Trevas
lost his first ball on the first serve when it went straight down the middle,
between the paddles and Alley laughed. He was on his third ball, and Alley was
still on her first. She lost her ball on purpose, and he watched her cautiously
as she moved under his arm in front of him. She took control of the game, his
fingers rested lightly on hers. He stared down at her in front of him, and couldn’t
control the feelings that were taking over him, and he wondered what the hell
was going on. No matter how much he tried to reason with himself and tell
himself that she was a child, he couldn’t control it and wanted nothing more
than to spin her around and kiss her.

“Are
you even paying attention?” she asked.

“I’m
trying like hell,” he admitted, willing himself not to bend down and kiss her
bare shoulder. He looked up and watched her let the ball escape between the
paddles.

She
stood still for what seemed like forever, not moving and finally, slowly turned
to him and looked up.

“I’m
not kissing you,” he demanded, already staring at her lips.

“Yes
you are,” she stated, nonchalantly, and he laughed.

They
gazed at each other briefly and Trevas moved his lips toward her. Before he had
even gotten to her lips, she had her hands under his shirt and on his stomach.
He thought he was going to lose it and gasped a little at her touch.

“Kiss
me Trevas,” she whispered, and he watched her moisten her lips with her tongue
and part them slightly for him, that was all that it took. He had her in his
arms and wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. He pressed
himself up against her, leaned against the pinball machine and tried to tell
himself not to move from her lips.

 His
thumbs traced her throat and neck, and it was all he could do not to move his
lips down to her chest. He wanted so badly to caress her breast and run his
thumb over her nipple but fought the urge and didn’t. He pulled away briefly, glancing,
hungrily down her body and then took her mouth again, willing himself to stay
on her lips. He pulled away and spun away from her when he couldn’t take it
anymore.

He
stared at her three feet away, and she smiled a warm smile, knowing that he was
fighting the temptation and had, had enough. “Come on I will beat you in a game
of bowling,” she told him, letting him off the hook. Trevas had to situate
himself in his now too tight jeans once her back was turned, thankful for the
opportunity.

“This
has to be yours,” he said, picking up a bright pink bowling ball and she
smiled.

“Birthday
present,” she replied, turning the lights and the lane on. The pins were automatically
picked up and put back into place.

She
went first and of course got a strike.

“Is
there anything that I can beat you at?” he asked, taking his position and she
laughed.

“I
highly doubt it,” she answered sounding very cocky.

Trevas
only got four pins the first roll but did get a spare after that and Alley got
another strike.

The
second and third frame was the same.

“You
do know that is a turkey don’t you?” she asked.

“I don’t
know what that means?” he joked honestly.

“It
means I have gotten three strikes in a row.”

“Are
you calling me a loser?”

“Yeah,
I kind of am,” she teased.

Alley
was getting ready to start the fourth frame and just before she was ready to
release the ball he grabbed her around her waist.

“Wait,”
he yelled. “Never mind, go ahead.”

He
did it again and then on the third try, she released it before he could stop
her and landed a perfect gutter ball.

“You
cheat,” she turned and told him, and he was laughing.

“But…
I bet I can beat you at racing,” he taunted and sat in the seat of the racing
game. He did beat her three times in a row, and before he could move to get out
of the seat when it was her turn again, she straddled him in the seat.

He
looked down at her bare legs, telling himself not to touch her. His hands were
confused and thought that his brain told them to touch her, and he ran both of
them up her bare legs.

“What
are you thinking about?” he asked, looking up to her.

She
pressed her lips together and twisted them toward the left slightly.

“Uh
uh,” he said and she smiled, knowing what he was thinking.

“You
don’t want to know what I’m thinking.”

“I
have wanted to know what you are thinking since the day I laid eyes on you.”

“Why?”
she asked as she played with the bottom of his t-shirt.

He
shrugged his shoulders. “You mesmerize me.”

“You
mesmerize me too, and I don’t understand it.”

“What
don’t you understand?”

“Why
I can laugh with you, why I can talk to you, why I can’t stop thinking about
you and why you make me feel the way you do.”

“Come
on,” he said patting her leg and wanting her to remove her body from his.

She
got up, and he followed without a rebuttal to her last statement, wanting to
get away from the too deep conversation. He opened the door and stepped aside, and
when he turned to let her go in front of him, she had an angry look in her
eyes.

“If
you don’t want to know what I’m thinking, then don’t fucking ask me,” she said,
storming past him.

“Hey
Alley,” he said quietly and lightly took her wrist. She shot him a dirty look
and jerked her arm from him. She disappeared back to her room, and he fought
hard not to go after her.

Let
her go Trevas,
he told himself and knew that it was best if she stayed mad
at him and avoided him, but he also knew that he hated her being unhappy,
knowing that her whole life was full of unhappiness.

He
was watching a cooking show when she came back down around three in the
afternoon and walked past him without a glance or a word and went to the pool.
He looked out at her periodically, and she sat with her back to him in the
lounge with her e- book. She lowered the back of the lounge chair, and rolled
over to her stomach, dropped the sunglasses and book to the concrete. She lay
with her arms above her head, and he could tell after her not moving and staying
in the same position for over twenty minutes, she had fallen asleep.

He
tried to get her to stay downstairs and eat with him, and she refused. She was
shut down again and locked herself in her room. He told himself that it was best
to let her stay mad and not talk to him. He decided that he would not come to
the kitchen when she came down in the middle of the night for food.

She
fought hard herself to stay in her room. She tried to read, tried to play a
game on her computer, tried to watch a movie but noting helped. Her mind kept
going back to Trevas, and she knew she was just setting herself up for what
would be nothing more than a broken heart. Why did he make her feel like he
did? What was it about him? She had other guys interested in her before, but
she could never return the interest and didn’t understand what was happening
and why he was getting to her like he was.

Trevas
listened around eleven at night and heard her coming down the stairs, but she didn’t
go to the kitchen. She tapped on his door and then opened it before he had a
chance to say anything.

“What’s
wrong?” he asked as she put her hands behind her back, and leaned up against
the threshold, wearing her panties and skimpy camisole.

She
didn’t answer and only stared at him.

“Come
here,” he said quietly and didn’t know why. He lifted the covers, and she
eagerly crawled into his arms.

Trevas
looked down at her, beneath his body. “What the hell am I supposed to do with
you?” he asked, and she lifted her body, and he took her mouth. She sat up a
little and removed her shirt, and he looked down at her young perky breast, she
watched his eyes as he did. He moved his eyes back to hers, regaining the control
not to touch her breast and kissed her again. She pulled her naked body to his
shirtless body, and he had to back away and breathe.

“I’m
not touching you Alley,” he told her, and she took a deep breath.

“I
knew you wouldn’t,” she told him. “I’m hungry,” she added, and he laughed.

“Of
course you are,” he stated, and got up and pulled on a pair of jeans trying to
hide the erection lying to the left of his gray boxer briefs. “Here, put this
on,” he told her pulling a t-shirt from his drawer.

It
covered her, but didn’t help much as he watched her walk out. He warmed her up
a plate of chicken Alfredo and sat with her at the end of the massive table.

“You
do remember that you have to go back to school tomorrow,” he reminded her, and
she groaned.

“I’m
only going to turn in my English paper and take my last final and then I’m done,
and I’m not going back,” she demanded.

“Yes
you are Alley. I don’t want any more calls from your dad.”

Alley
got up and ran up the stairs two at a time, and he wondered what she was doing.
She didn’t act mad or tell him to fuck off, and he was a little confused. She
came back down with her cellphone to her ear, and he listened, shaking his
head.

“Hey
Alley, I was going to call you but, once I figured out the time, I assumed you
would be in bed. Don’t you go back to school tomorrow,” her dad answered.

“That’s
why I’m calling dad. I’m going back tomorrow to take my final and then I’m not
going back next week.”

“Alley
don’t you do this now. You are going back to school next week. It’s one a few
days, and you have to go or you are not going to be able to walk at graduation
and your mom, and I both have already planned on flying home for it next week.”

“Well,
un-plan it, I’m not going back, and you should have known that I wouldn’t be
taking part in the stupid ceremony. I will get my diploma, which is all that
matters.”

Fletcher
breathed a disgusted breath. “It’s not going to do me any good to demand that
you do anything, you are going to do what you want anyway.”

“Yes
dad I am, it’s no big deal. I don’t want to do the stupid ceremony thing.”

“I
will talk to you later,” he said, saying good bye and Trevas had to run to the
bedroom to get his own phone. Fletcher thought that he had woken him when it
took him so long to answer.

“Evans,”
he answered, glaring at Alley.

“Evans,
its Fletcher. Sorry to wake you but I just got off the phone with my stubborn daughter,
and she is refusing to go back to school next week. I just wanted to let you know,
and to tell you not to force her or she will go and do something stupid. I will
call the school tomorrow and tell them that she is going to be out of the
country or something.”

“Okay
sir,” he replied still glaring at Alley.

“You
have this bad girl thing down to a tee, don’t you?” he scowled at Alley as soon
as he hung up with her dad.

“What’s
that supposed to mean?” she asked, eating his delicious meal.

“Give
Alley what she wants or she will make a scene,” He replied in a whiny voice.

“Fuck
you Trevas,” she shot back.

“And
if she doesn’t cause a scene she will throw a tantrum,” he said smartly,
annoyed with her teenage ways. He was waiting for the next blow, but she just
looked at him.

“What?”
he asked after she didn’t say anything, giving him a look that he couldn’t quite
read.

“You
don’t give me what I want,” she told him.

“Because,
what you want will have me arrested,” he told her knowing exactly what she was
talking about.

“You
are not going to get arrested Trevas,” she assured him.

“I’m
not going to get arrested because I’m not going there.”

Alley
got up and rinsed her plate and walked upstairs. Trevas went back to his room
and closed the door, removed his pants and crawled back into bed. He had no sooner
gotten laid down, and she was back, closing the door behind her.

“What
are you doing?” he asked in shock as she lifted the covers and crawled in
beside him.

“I
had to brush my teeth, and now I’m sleeping with you.”

Trevas
had to laugh because it was the only emotion that made any sense. “Alley you
cannot sleep with me,” he insisted.

“Shut
up and kiss me,” she told him moving close to his body and as soon as her half
naked body was touching his, his hands and lips quit listening to his brain
again.

He
kissed her and ran his hands up her hips, side and back until he couldn’t take
it anymore. “Roll over and go to sleep, you spoiled little brat,” he demanded,
and she turned her back to his front, and he held her in his arms. She felt so natural
there, and he had never held another female that felt like they belonged there
like she did. He closed his eye, trying to reason with himself that this was
nothing and could never be anything.