Young Annabelle Series: Young Annabelle, the Truth About James, What My Heart Wants (29 page)

Tiger:
You didn’t give me the chance, you already came up with your own conclusions, what was I supposed to do.

Annabelle:
You said you had enough, you didn’t need this!

Tiger:
I was mad. I didn’t mean it.

I didn’t text him back, but he texted me back again.

Tiger:
I saw your date run with his boys to their cars you weren’t there, where are you?

Annabelle:
I was hiding in the bathroom, the fight freaked me out, I waited till you guys left to leave.

Tiger:
Where are you now? I’ll pick you up.

Annabelle:
I want to walk, need time to think.

Tiger:
Tell me where you are now!

Annabelle:
I’m walking home. No more texting, bye!

I put my phone back into my pocket and I was going to ignore him if he messaged me again. I knew where I was, and it was going to take me a long time to get home. Thankfully I had a bus app on my iPhone and there was a bus on route a few streets down that went by my neighborhood. I just had to get off and walk for about ten minutes. I checked my wallet for change, breathing a sigh of relief when I found enough for a fare. I didn’t feel like finding a bank at this time. As I walked down the street towards the bus stop ten minutes later, I could hear a car speeding down the street.

What the hell?
I turned facing the speeding car only to gasp when I saw what kind of car it was. It was a big black SUV.

James?

The SUV slowed down and rolled along the curb, coming to a stop in front of me, on the driver’s side with the window rolled down. James got out of the car and stood in front of me. The side of his face was scratched and a little red.

“What are you doing here?” I asked lifelessly. He grabbed my hand abruptly and because I had no energy to fight him off, I let him lead me to the passenger side door. But before opening the door he pushed me against the closed door and grabbed my face, pulling me to him. His lips came crashing down as my back plastered against the door. My arms circled his waist as his lips hungrily kissed mine. After a few seconds, he pulled back, panting. He didn’t say anything. He pulled me out the way and opened the door for me, leading me inside.

I didn’t know why I let him.

Honest.

He drove me home in silence, stopping a few houses down. The street was pitch black.

“Fireball.” He murmured and I faced him.

“Yeah.” I muttered.

“Today was not a good day.” He said sadly.

“You’re telling me.” I muttered back.

He reached over and grabbed my hand, pulling it to his lap. His eyes met mine. “I didn’t hookup with her. Donna made that rumor up.”

“Really?” I breathed.

“Really.” James answered, softly.

All of a sudden, James grabbed me by the waist pulling me closer to him. I circled my arms around his neck. He started kissing me softly, and then his kisses quickly turned hungry, as if he thirsted for me. He yanked my sweater jacket off and flung it to the back of his car.

“You look
fucking
amazing.” He panted in between kisses, caressing my tank top from top to bottom.

“Really?” I breathed, completely taken aback by his passion.

“Yeah!” James panted, pulling back a few inches. “You wore this for me or for him?”

“I thought you didn’t want me!” I sighed, both my hands massaging the back of his neck.

“That’s not possible, baby, you belong to me.” James exclaimed, resting his forehead against mine. After a few seconds of catching our breaths, the kissing resumed, turning wilder with more touching. James’s hands traveled upwards, resting around my breasts.

“Oh
God!” I panted as his fingers grazed against my skin.

“Can I?” He asked breathily.

I thought about it for a second then nodded. I needed to feel him. One of his hands quickly traveled down my tank top into my bra cup, cupping my breast.

It felt…. it felt….it felt amazing as he squeezed and played with my nipple. He pulled back, panting hard. “Let’s go to the back.”

He went first and sat quickly in the back seat. He held out his arms for me. I squeezed through the gap between the front seats and he pulled me in, putting me on his lap, kissing me like crazy and touching me everywhere.

His other hand lowered and went up from the bottom of my shirt, caressing my stomach. If this were to happen a few weeks ago, I would have stopped him. In fact I did stop him, but my stomach was a little flatter and right now I didn’t give a shit. It was so dark outside, no one could see, and the street was empty. We were invisible.

“Someone could see.” I panted worriedly anyways.

James shook his head. “No one can see baby.”

“Okay.” I got up and straddled him.

He grabbed the ends of my tank top, but stalled as he asked. “Is this okay?”

I swiped his hands out of the way, taking the damn shirt off myself, making him laugh. “There’s my girl!” He hollered.

I quickly pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor of his car. Our lips collided again as our bodies grinded against one another.

How was this happening?

We were going at lightning speed!

But it felt too good to stop!

James’s hands glided up my back, stopping at my bra strap. He stopped kissing me and looked up. “Can I?”

Should I? I mean he already felt me up, what’s the difference if the bra came off?

It was kind of fast….

Yeah, but I was really into this, so screw it. I nodded. “Okay.” I breathed.

James quickly unsnapped my bra, gliding it off and taking a long look at my breasts. “Wow.”

“Baby, you’re
fucking
gorgeous.” He whispered, pulling me closer. He lifted me up and moved down the seat. He grabbed me and pulled me down to my back, then hovered over me.

“I’m going to make you feel so good.” He promised, caressing the side of my face, peering deeply into my eyes as he pushed his hard chest into mine.

“You better.” I chuckled quietly, biting my lip. He lifted himself up and pressed his lips against my jawline. Soon his lips were gliding along my neckline as his tongue licked every inch of skin it crossed. He traveled down around my breast, picking it up with his hand and devouring the nipple with his hot tongue, swimming circles around it. He began sucking it and an amazing feeling shot up in my lower area. James’s hand glided down and rested on top of my jeans.

I was so happy that my stomach was lying flat. I didn’t even need to suck it in. He stopped sucking and looked up at me from beneath my breast. “Can I?”

I nodded again.

He unzipped my pants and glided his hand down there. “Only touching baby, nothing else.”

“That’s good. I don’t particularly feel like losing my virginity in a car.” I sighed, my eyes rolling back the more he touched.

James laughed against my stomach. “You’re funny.”

“Thanks, I know.” I chuckled, reaching down and playing with his hair. As I massaged his scalp, he moaned.

“Feels so good!” He groaned as his lips found their way back to my breasts, sucking around the nipple.

“Good.” I chuckled, relaxed out of my mind.

His hand reached inside my underwear and my head tilted back in shock at the rush of ecstasy that came with it.

“Oh God!” I groaned into the car seat. His fingers started pulling and pushing and twirling, digging, doing everything they were supposed to be doing in that moment.

It was freaking amazing. All of a sudden his fin
gers began moving faster and my heartbeats went along with it, raging against my ribs. I felt like I was about to burst into flames.

“James!” I murmured, not knowing what was about to happen. Well I did know what was going to happen, I was going to have an orgasm. I’d had a few before, but this was something else, a little more intense to say the least.

“Baby, come for me.” James urged, bringing his lips around my nipple again, sucking it hard.

I groaned loudly, pulling his hair hard. His fingers dug in a little more and all of a sudden I was overcome with a startling feeling that literally took my breath away.

“Oh my God!” I moaned loudly as everything went white. I slowly came down from the best orgasm of my life. It was so good. I slowly let go of his hair.

“Normally I don’t like it when girls grab my hair, but in your case, please do it again.” James chuckled against my stomach, kissing it lightly.

“I’m sorry.” I panted, trying to calm my crazy heartbeats.

“Don’t be, that was amazing.” He gets up, bringing me up with him. “I’m happy you enjoyed it.”

“I did.” I breathed, not bothering to cover myself up. I didn’t feel shy around him, not with what we just did. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

I reached over grabbing his jean button, unbuttoning it as he watched. “Fireball, baby, we don’t have to do it all tonight.”

“It’s only fair.” I murmured, reaching inside his boxers and squeezing his large manhood, which made his head roll back. “Fuck!” He hissed.

I pulled at him as his hand caressed my breast. It wasn’t long before he stopped my hand. “Where’s my shirt?”

I grabbed his shirt off the floor and gave it to him. He held it over his man part, tugging the last bit for himself, but not before grabbing me and pulling me forward. “Baby I need your skin on me now.”

I pushed myself up and plastered my body against him, kissing him with everything I had, as his other hand massaged my breast again. Soon his head pulled away from my kiss and he moaned, obviously releasing himself.

“Jesus!” He hissed through his teeth, still tugging ‘it’ a few more times.

After finishing, his body slumped into the seat. I glided my fingers into his sweaty hair and smoothed it back. I glanced around the car and all the windows were slightly steamed.

I couldn’t believe I just did that!

And I couldn’t believe I loved it!

James gave me a lazy smile and I started chuckling. I noticed on the side of his lip was a tiny scratch. I caressed the scratch. “This was from the fight today?”

“Yeah, that’s the best they could do.” James said cockily, getting up and taking the dirty shirt off of his manly parts, but not before wiping any leftover bits away. He scrunched it up into a little ball and threw it into the back. I quickly put my bra and tank top back on. James grabbed a spare shirt from a bag on the ground and pulled it on. I fixed my hair, all of a sudden too shy to look at him in the face.

“Hey.” He said, softly, grabbing my chin. “Look at me.”

He delicately pulled my chin forward and softly kissed me on the lips. “Fireball?”

“Yeah.” I responded softly.

“You belong to me now. You understand?” James told me.

“Only if you belong to me?” I gulped.

“Baby, I’m only yours.” James stated, and then pulled me in for another epic kiss.

CHAPTER
23

So this was what it felt like.

Exhilaration, Freedom, Happiness….mind blowing ecstasy...which still had me shivering.

Yet at the same time, I felt as if I were under a microscope. I glanced up at mom as I took in the last spoonful of my healthy cereal.

“You look happy Annabelle!” Mom rejoiced, taking a sip of her coffee.

How observant, but let’s hope not too observant. There were things mom did not need to know, including what had happened last night.

I was not a good girl last night and I also felt like mom was going to figure out that young little Annabelle wasn’t so little anymore. She became a woman, well almost a woman last night.

I couldn’t help but smile wide as I responded to her. “I just feel so much better today than yesterday morning.”

“That’s great darling, I’m so happy.” Mom concluded then took another sip of coffee. “It must have been that walk you went on after taking a nap. You see exercise can cure anything.”

Yes, but what kind of exercise?
I stifled the knowing smile that urged to appear, but I held it back with all my might, the memories that came with it were meant to be recollected in private and/or with a certain special someone.

James!
I sighed to myself, remembering everything about his body last night.

The best night of my life.

*~*~*

“Did you hear?”

Whispers hovered around me as soon as I crossed the hallway towards my locker. I held an ear out, curious what the latest rumor was.

“Donna and James,”

What?
My eyes widened at the news, horrified.

“Yeah, I heard they were together last night, they totally hooked up,”

In an instant my heart rate slowed, the news was inaccurate. I was with James last night and we in fact hooked up.

I stifled the satisfying smile on route to my locker as the stampede of whispers traveled from person to person.

If only they all knew the truth. Which would be horrible! I wanted no one to know what happened between James and me last night.

Suddenly that spur of the moment decision to go top less last night didn’t seem like such a great idea anymore, even if it resulted in the most passionate experience of my life.

It felt so good…

Now I would have to see him for the first time since our moment of passion. I was feeling shy all of a sudden. I didn’t know how I was going to look him in the eye. What if he ignored me today and pretended like it never happened, a spur of the moment decision for him that he regretted as soon as he woke up. The after effects of the fight resulted in a brain meltdown for him, making him loose and easily satisfied by
just
above average looks.

Me?

God I hoped not. I wasn’t the girl I was at the beginning of summer, but I was nowhere near Donna’s figure and looks. A vast difference, yet he chose me.

Or supposedly did.

The thought still lingered in the back of my mind, worrying me at every second that I was no more than a matter of convenience. As if I were a package of noodles in his empty cupboard and he’d happily eat it to suppress his hunger. But would he choose those same noodles if there was a juicy steak waiting on his table as well?

If I was being honest with myself, I think he’d choose the steak every time. But last night he had the chance to eat the steak, but instead he opted out for the plain noodles.

Me.

He came back for me, he spent time with me, told me things, made me feel things. He wasn’t with Donna. The only pleasure she had feeling his skin was that surprise kiss she forced on him at Peter’s party.

Still, he did kiss her back. That counted for something and I was sure that was what Donna was trying to convince herself of since Peter’s party. Those rumors had to come from somewhere, maybe they were from her? If the whole school believed they were together, then maybe they would actually get together and become boyfriend and girlfriend.

I grabbed some stuff from my locker and headed to the bathroom. My bladder was a mess. Just as I entered the last stall furthest from the entrance, the door popped open, carrying in a bundle of hyper screeches. I’d say very Valley girl.

“Oh my God!”

“Like, oh my
God!”

“Donna!”

Donna!
I should have known it was her and her hot girl crew.

“Donna, did you do it?”

“I’m so not telling. I don’t kiss and tell, it’s
so
private!” Donna drawled.

Like….whatever!
I mimicked their voices in my head, holding my tongue, struggling not to burst out laughing.

“Tell, like now, we need to know.” One of them screeched, sounding desperate for the information. These girls were crazy, why did they need to know what Donna did or didn’t do. Especially those kinds of things…they were supposed to be private, not shared with everyone.

“Fine, you dragged it out of me, I’ll confess!” Donna sighed loudly. “Last night, James came by!”

“No way!” They all screeched at the same time. “When did it happen?” 

He was with me last night, how was that true? It was clearly false!

“After the fight last night, he dropped us off at Latisha’s house” Donna explained. “He came by my house after, around ten-ish!”

What?
I tried to remember the time after he’d dropped me off at my house last night, it was just before ten. Mom told me to be home before ten.

I couldn’t breathe. It felt like there was no oxygen in the room anymore. 

“What did you guys do last night?” Her girls screeched some more.

“We went for a little drive, and then parked for a little bit…”

“And?” They all screeched again.

“Ladies, I can’t say, well okay, all I can say is, the windows got steamy.”

“No way!”

“Way.” Donna confirmed, firmly.

Wait, she could be lying. I needed to investigate her claims before I completely lost it, for the millionth time.

*~*~*

After the hot girl group left the bathroom, howling with enthusiasm at Donna’s apparent steamy night out with James, I escaped the washroom and headed straight to English. Yesterday after hearing the rumors, I was a mess. But now, after mistakenly accusing James yesterday of hooking up with Donna on Sunday night, I wasn’t going to do that without finding out for myself if it was a hundred percent true.

I hoped it wasn’t true.

I walked into a half filled classroom, heading straight to Mr. Doors, quickly explaining to him that I had horrible stomach pains before class  yesterday and left to go home. Satisfied with my answer, Mr. Doors explained what he lectured on the day before. I didn’t miss much since it was only the second day of school. I headed to the back row, there were two seats left, my original first day seat, right beside the windows.

The bell rang, students rushed inside, but no James.

Where was he?

*~*~*

Class went on, James never showed up.

Was he avoiding me?

Did he switch classes?

The possibilities invaded every single thought in my head, making paying attention to Mr. Doors’ lecture on Prose very difficult.

I didn’t hear a word he said. I hoped there wasn’t going to be a test on this subject anytime soon. Even though at this moment, I felt tragically poetic.

Oh James, boy with
Baseballs, you came, then you left, you came again, left again, came once more, and now I’m left to wonder where you are now?

You see, I suck at poetry and I suck at my love life too!

My next two classes went by like a blurry fog. I had no idea what happened, who said what, what paper I stuffed inside my binder afterwords. Nothing.

Lunch was next and usually that was the best time of the day. But with James’s absence on my mind, it was hard to get excited about food.

Especially unmonitored food.

I headed straight for the line, taking my spot. I scoured the filling cafeteria as students rushed inside, the
Baseball team was absent as was Donna and her hot girl crew.

Where were they?

My turn came up and I entered the cafeteria’s restaurant. I was spoiled for choice, from hamburgers to hot dogs, and chili fries. Maybe last week I would have been tempted at the junk food, but for the first time and since last night when I realized that my jeans were becoming loose, I was going to keep on the path of the diet.

I chose a regular salad and a bottle of water. I prayed it would hold me till I got home and ravaged a small yogurt as my mid afternoon snack, according to mom’s little nutrition rule book handed by that beloved nutritionist all those months ago. I paid for my food and exited. I entered back into a room more chaotic then before, more students had arrived. The line was longer, as I scanned each person for a second, my eyes immediately stopped on a large group, laughing loudly.

Like the freaking Kings and Queens of the cafeteria. And nestled in-between Donna and one of his boys, was James, looking happy and carefree as ever.

Where was he this morning?

Before he had the chance to spot me stalking him with my eyes, I looked away immediately locating Jenna in the far corner with her fellow swim team members. Jenna usually didn’t buy lunch from the cafeteria since her mother packed one for her every day. It was a far cry from the type of food mom wanted to give me for lunch, it would have all been calorie monitored.

Jenna got a wide assortment of flavorful food her mother rustled up each morning. Jenna’s grandmother was from Italy, passing on delicious recipes onto her mother.  So her mom always packed her left over pasta’s they’d have the night before, hence why mom was so nervous nowadays whenever I’d mention going there. Jenna’s house was not calorie minded, but they were skinny anyways.

Whatever!
I mentally rolled my eyes at the thought, making my way to the table.

“Hey.” I said to everyone as I sat down. Jenna didn’t meet my eyes, instead was looking just over my shoulder.

“Why is wonder boy staring at you?” Jenna whispered.

My eyes widened. “What? He’s staring?” I gulped.

She nodded. “Why is he staring at you? I thought you two were finished? Is he still angry?”

I had to tell her. But would she be okay with it?

Jenna checked her phone as I dug into my salad, stalling.

“Oh Anna, it seems somebody was lying about last Sunday!” Jenna said, holding out her phone.

“What are you talking about?” My heart began pounding fast.

“I’m on Latisha’s Facebook. She put up pictures from last Sunday night, you know their little get together.” She held out her phone to me. I took it out of her hands and brought it up to my face, staring at the picture. Latisha took a picture of her girls and the guys enjoying that night, but my heart slowed down to a deadly pace as I saw the shocking image. Donna was sitting on James’s lap and his arms were around her waist. His chin was resting on her shoulder as she slumped into him. Both were smiling at the camera.

So this was how it really was. Right after he’d dropped me off last Sunday, supposedly together, and he goes and has Miss Queen B sitting on his lap taking pictures together.

I was a fool.

Yes this didn’t translate into hooking up, but the picture spoke a million things, and it spelled anything but platonic. They looked awfully comfortable cuddling.

That was totally cuddling. And if you were in a relationship with someone, you weren’t supposed to cuddle with anyone else.

Unless I didn’t know anything about having a relationship and that was normal.

I didn’t think so.

I inhaled a deep breath from my nostrils and handed back Jenna her phone. She blinked as she stared at me worriedly.

“Are you okay?” She whispered. I shrugged, unable to speak.

“Anna?” Jenna whispered, tapping my leg softly underneath the table. “Tell me?”

“Tell you what? I’ve been made a fool, again?” I muttered, staring at her. 

“Again?” Jenna asked, confused. Then her eyes widened, understanding. “You let him in again? What about Dean, you went on a date with him last night.”

“Afterwords.” I answered.

“Afterwords.” Jenna repeated, understanding. “Well, that’s shocking.”

I didn’t answer her.

I peeked over my shoulder, the line was finished. From the corner of my eye I noticed the Baseball team and Donna plus her hot girl crew sitting at their table. I could hear their laughs. It grated my skin. I couldn’t look at him anymore without scowling, so I turned back towards Jenna. I took out my phone. This needed to be done in private

So I texted him.