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The Forbidden Fruit
Chapter 22
“How did you get in?” I said, quickly wiping my eyes.
“You guys leave a key under that stupid gnome.” Derrick said, “I put it back, don’t worry.”
“I want you to leave.” I said to my knees.
He ignored my comment and walked to my couch, hopping over the back of it and settled down staring at me. I turned my head and looked out the window. He sighed and pulled me closer.
“I’m really, sorry, okay?” He asked, mumbling into my hair.
I shook my head, “Go away.”
He laughed, tightening his grip on me, “You know you want me here.”
“Derrick.” I sighed, exhausted.
“Look, I really am sorry.”
“Stop saying that!” I hissed, “Saying it over and over again wont make me change my mind.”
“I was really stupid and I just… I didn’t want to make a mistake. This is my first year here and I want it to be good.”
I sat there, eyes closed, secretly inhaling his scent. Today he smelled like Burberry Brit, with a mix of pumpkins and baby formula. It was immensely relaxing, but still left me on the edge of my seat. I felt his chest vibrate.
“I just want to make it up to you.”
“I don’t know how you can.” I said softly, forcing myself not to hug him.
“Can I stay here tonight?” He asked quietly as I rested my head on his shoulder.
I shook my head no, “My Mom is going to be here.”
“Then come to my house.”
“Derrick.” I sighed deeply, “I can’t okay? I need to stop liking you.”
“Don’t!” He exclaimed, “Don’t stop liking me.”
“But I have to.”
“Why?” He asked, quiet once again.
“Because, you keep throwing me around. I’m done with it.” My eyes fell closed again.
“I promise you I won’t do it ever again.” He said, wrapping my arms around his neck.
I shook my head, “Just put my in my bed. I’m tired.”
“But it’s only 8:30...” He said slowly.
“So? I’m just tired.”
“I’ll stay with you then.”
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I woke up, stirring slightly. I stretched out, but then hit something hard. My eyes opened quickly, and I felt around the object. The object moved, scaring me half way off of my bed. I turned on my bedside lamp and flung the blanket off of it.
“Derrick?”
He groaned and covered his eyes with his hand.
“Derrick, it’s 7.”
“In the morning?” He said, yawning.
“Yes, in the morning.”
“What day?” He said, not fully awake.
“Tuesday.”
“Shit!” He yelled, falling out of my bed.
“Why did you stay the night?” I asked, slipping out of my bed.
“I accidentally fell asleep.”
“And your Mom doesn’t mind watching Troy all the time?”
“Not really.”
“Don’t you have to be at school in 30 minutes?”
“Ugh.”
“Just call in sick.” I shrugged, checking myself out in the mirror.
“I can’t.”
“Why, because of all your morals?” I teased, walking into my closet.
“Yes.” He groaned, covering his eyes and stretching out on the floor.
“Well, you better hop to it.” I said, grabbing my outfit for the day.
“I’ll see you.” He sighed, getting off of my floor and walked out of my room.
“Bye!” I called from down the stairs, slipping out of my shirt.
“You guys leave a key under that stupid gnome.” Derrick said, “I put it back, don’t worry.”
“I want you to leave.” I said to my knees.
He ignored my comment and walked to my couch, hopping over the back of it and settled down staring at me. I turned my head and looked out the window. He sighed and pulled me closer.
“I’m really, sorry, okay?” He asked, mumbling into my hair.
I shook my head, “Go away.”
He laughed, tightening his grip on me, “You know you want me here.”
“Derrick.” I sighed, exhausted.
“Look, I really am sorry.”
“Stop saying that!” I hissed, “Saying it over and over again wont make me change my mind.”
“I was really stupid and I just… I didn’t want to make a mistake. This is my first year here and I want it to be good.”
I sat there, eyes closed, secretly inhaling his scent. Today he smelled like Burberry Brit, with a mix of pumpkins and baby formula. It was immensely relaxing, but still left me on the edge of my seat. I felt his chest vibrate.
“I just want to make it up to you.”
“I don’t know how you can.” I said softly, forcing myself not to hug him.
“Can I stay here tonight?” He asked quietly as I rested my head on his shoulder.
I shook my head no, “My Mom is going to be here.”
“Then come to my house.”
“Derrick.” I sighed deeply, “I can’t okay? I need to stop liking you.”
“Don’t!” He exclaimed, “Don’t stop liking me.”
“But I have to.”
“Why?” He asked, quiet once again.
“Because, you keep throwing me around. I’m done with it.” My eyes fell closed again.
“I promise you I won’t do it ever again.” He said, wrapping my arms around his neck.
I shook my head, “Just put my in my bed. I’m tired.”
“But it’s only 8:30...” He said slowly.
“So? I’m just tired.”
“I’ll stay with you then.”
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I woke up, stirring slightly. I stretched out, but then hit something hard. My eyes opened quickly, and I felt around the object. The object moved, scaring me half way off of my bed. I turned on my bedside lamp and flung the blanket off of it.
“Derrick?”
He groaned and covered his eyes with his hand.
“Derrick, it’s 7.”
“In the morning?” He said, yawning.
“Yes, in the morning.”
“What day?” He said, not fully awake.
“Tuesday.”
“Shit!” He yelled, falling out of my bed.
“Why did you stay the night?” I asked, slipping out of my bed.
“I accidentally fell asleep.”
“And your Mom doesn’t mind watching Troy all the time?”
“Not really.”
“Don’t you have to be at school in 30 minutes?”
“Ugh.”
“Just call in sick.” I shrugged, checking myself out in the mirror.
“I can’t.”
“Why, because of all your morals?” I teased, walking into my closet.
“Yes.” He groaned, covering his eyes and stretching out on the floor.
“Well, you better hop to it.” I said, grabbing my outfit for the day.
“I’ll see you.” He sighed, getting off of my floor and walked out of my room.
“Bye!” I called from down the stairs, slipping out of my shirt.
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So, it kind of sucks.I'm running out of ideas for this!
I'll find some soon enough, I hope.