Bella

Acel put his SUV in park and pulled the key out, yet not unlocking the doors. “Now that I think about it, something doesn’t seem right.” I looked towards Acel as he placed strands of hair behind his ear and furrowed his brow. He placed his elbows on the steering wheel and sighed. “I don’t understand why you have needles. Better yet, I don’t understand why you would offer them to me, anyway.”

I considered for a moment. “I honestly don’t know how to answer either. I don’t know why I have them and I don’t know why I offered them to you. Maybe I just thought that they’d be in better hands. Who knows what I’d do with them?”

He sat up abruptly and gaped at me. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You thought they’d be in better hands in the hands of a recovering heroin addict? You don’t seem to be the sharpest pencil in the box,” he stated. Acel ran a hand through his hair, dark brown tresses falling into his voice. “No offense or anything.”

“Gee thanks. And I’m sorry—I wasn’t quite thinking. I’ll just give them back to my brother or dispose of them.” I looked down at my hands and fiddled with my thumbs. I spoke softly. “Were you serious when you said you probably had some left over narcotics in your room?” I looked up to see his response.

He shrugged. “If I do, you’re not—”

“I don’t want any. Don’t jump to conclusions. I’m just thinking. You need to get rid of that sooner rather than later. I wouldn’t want you to…y’know…I’d hate for something to happen to you or for someone to find you rotting away.” He nodded and pulled a box of cigarettes out of his pocket, taking one out and lighting it. He placed it between his lips and inhaled. I reached over to grab the box, but he shook his head and moved the box out of my reach, all the while exhaling smoke through his nose.

I puffed air out of my mouth, quite disappointed, and looked out the window. I heard him unlock the doors. “Bella, get out of the car and stop being stubborn.” I silently obeyed and opened the door, stepping out onto the driveway. A few seconds later, you could hear his door close, as well. “Would you like to go home first to deliver the news to your parents or just chill here?”

I began to walk towards his front door. “I’m not in the mood to associate with my parents. We can do that later. It’s too early for that kind of tension.” I stuffed my hands into my jacket pockets and went up the single step to his porch. “Do you know if Emory’s home?”

“I never know. I usually don’t pay much attention to her.” He caught up with me and unlocked the door, pushing it open. An aroma hit my nose and I coughed as I stepped into the house. “Emory Sykes! You’re eighteen years old! Would you at least act like it?”

Emory laughed lightly, but stopped shortly when she saw me. She frowned and snarled, “Oh, look what you’ve brought along. Look at her! She’s not even pretty!” I looked down at my shoes and shifted. I heard a laugh, one much deeper than Emory’s, but it wasn’t Acel’s. “See, even Henry agrees with me.”

“Who the heck is Henry?” Acel asked. I felt him grab my hand, tugging me forward. I shook my head at the ground, refusing to move from where I was standing. “Bella, you’re in the doorway. Come in the house, dear.”

I shook my head and stepped back. “I don’t want to go further in there. Your sister making fun of me is one thing, but when she’s putting on a show for someone else, making me the joke of it, is nowhere near okay. I’m not comfortable going any further,” I spoke, my voice low. Acel smiled sadly at me and placed his cigarette behind his ear. He held the door open with one foot and grabbed me by my waists, picking me up.

“Don’t listen to Emory or her rubbish company. You’re not pretty, Bella, nowhere near it. You’re absolutely dazzling, okay?” He shifted me in his arms so that he was holding me “bridal style” and walked into the house. Acel whispered, “You’re my girlfriend. I’m not letting Emory run you out.”

I heard Emory scoff as I buried my face in his shirt. “Put the girl down and come smoke with us!” She exclaimed. “There’s enough to cannabis to go around, bro. Cinderella can join, too, if she’d like.”

“I’m sorry, Emory. I think Bella and I will pass on your offer. Thanks, though. Have a fabulous afternoon.” All I knew was that we were changing locations, as I was hiding my face in his shirt, which, of course, smelled of him. I inhaled and exhaled steadily, keeping my eyes closed. I was set onto a mitigated surface. “Open your eyes.”

I did as told. Acel sat on the end of the bed, pulling his black t-shirt over his head. He tossed it behind him and it landed on my leg. I pushed it over and sat up, crossing my legs and placing my hands in my lap. “We should play a game.”

He lied back onto his bed and exhaled smoke from his lips. Acel reached his free hand out—the one that wasn’t holding his cigarette, of course—and grabbed mine. “What kind of game?”

I shrugged and bit my lip, squeezing his hand. “I’m not quite sure. We can play truth or dare,” I suggested. He let go of my hand and sat up. Acel turned towards me and copied my position, expect for the fact that he was smoking a cigarette. “I pick truth.”

He grinned toothily, the cig hanging from the side of his mouth. “Is it true that I’m absolutely irresistible?”

My face heated and I covered it quickly, laughing daintily. “No. You’re quite a gorgeous specimen.” Acel laughed along with me and blew smoke in my face. “Okay, okay. Truth or dare?”

“Hm. I don’t really know what kind of corrupted things go on in your mind. To be safe, I guess I’ll pick truth.” I groaned in my hands and hit him playfully. “I’m such a joy killer, aren’t I?” I stuck my tongue out at him, as if I was a two-year old.

“Have you ever fantasized about someone, boy or girl, and if so, what went on in your fantasy?”

“Are you sure you want me to answer this?” I nodded. “I wish I’d fantasize about you. I have yet to do that, but I feel as if a fantasy with you in it would be enticing.” He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. “But I’m getting into a different discussion. To answer your question, yes, I have, in face, fantasized about someone. In that fantasy, my ex and I did some…things. I’m quite disgusted by that, now. I don’t really see why or how I liked her. Truth or dare?”

I bit my lip, thinking. “I’m a bit of a daredevil, so, I pick dare.”

“How about you give me a hand job?” He suggested, wedging his cig behind his ear. I gawked at him, as in, ‘Are you serious?’ “I’m kidding, Bella. I wouldn’t make you do that. I’m not sure what to dare you, thought. You’re so unalloyed.”

I furrowed my brow. “Oh, am I? I’d beg to differ. Perhaps I’m not as sensual as you, but I’m definitely not a prude,” I clarified. “But I’m not doing that. Pick a different dare.”

“Like I said, you’re alloyed. I’m not going to continue to taunt you for it, though. I dare you to talk an octave lower for the rest of the game. And so you don’t have to ask, I pick dare.”

I narrowed my eyes at him before clearing my throat and speaking deeper. “I dare you to—oh my God, my voice sounds gross this way. I dare you to sit on my lap for the rest of the game.” He bit his lip and furrowed his brow. “What? If girls can sit on guys’ laps, why can’t it be vice versa?”

“I just—you’re so tiny. I don’t want to crush you.” I patted my lap. He sighed in defeat and climbed into my lap. Even so, he towered over me. Acel placed his legs on either side of me and looked down at me. “Happy now?”

I nodded and smiled softly before clearing my throat again. “I’m quite happy. Talking in a lower octave makes me sound like a pervert.” I scooted closer to Acel, to the point where there was any space between us, and wrapped my arms around him. “Holy crap, you’re like a teddy bear!”

He chuckled lightly and leaned into me, pushing me back slightly. “Are we even playing truth or dare anymore?” I shrugged. Acel rolled me over, so that I was now on his lap. “Sorry, but I’m too big to be sitting on your lap.” Upset, I groaned and puffed out air. “You’re not upset with me, are you?”

“I wanted you to sit on my lap, not the other way around,” I protested. “You wouldn’t have crushed me. I’m not as small and weak as you think.” I freed my hands from around his waist and covered my face, groaning into them. “You shouldn’t underestimate me.”

He grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands away from my face. “Bella, I’m not underestimating you. I believe that you could hold my weight. I’m simply saying that I’m too big and too rough to be sitting on your lap.” I huffed again. “Are you really getting upset over something this small?” I rolled my eyes and began to get up, but he wouldn’t let me. “Bella, stop. You get upset over the smallest things.” He grabbed my face gently and placed his lips on mine softly.

I gave in and placed my arms around his neck, burying my hands in his ear. I closed my eyes and pressed my body against his firmly. Acel slipped a hand underneath my shirt and placed it on the small of my back, pushing me even closer. I let out a small gasp and he took the opportunity to snake his tongue in my mouth. He groaned against my lips and I could felt it, but I didn’t want to stop.

He placed his hands on my waist, pulling me off him. I breathed in and out heavily, trying to catch my breath. “Wow. That’s all I can say.”

I smiled at him, feeling giddy. “You should kiss me more often.”

“Not if it’s going to end like this every time.” Acel gestured toward his pelvic area. He ran a hand through his hair. “A hand job sounds fantastic right about now.”

I swallowed absolutely nothing other than spit and chewed on my lip. “If you want one that bad, I can give you one. I’m surprised you didn’t suggest a blow job,” I commented.

“It’s fine. I’m capable of doing it myself. It’s not like it’s your fault that I can’t keep my hormones under control. And I’d never ask you for a blow job. I can’t believe people think so low of women that they make them suck their dicks. Gross.” Again, he ran a hand through his hair. “I need to cut this.”

I shook my head. “No, you don’t. I like your hair. It’s luscious.” I smirked. I climbed back onto his lap despite his silent protests. He held me there, but buried his face into my neck, his hair cascading onto my shoulder.

“It hurts. It’s painful.” I rubbed his bare back with my hand, attempting to soothe him. “You’re not helping. If anything, you’re making it worse.” I apologized. I sighed and focused on his pelvic area, slowly pulling down the zipper to his pants. I tugged his pants and his boxer briefs down simultaneously, stopping mid-thigh, and his body stiffened. “It’s cold in here,” he complained. Without saying anything, I placed my hand atop of his crotch and rubbed him. “Bell—”

“Acel please shut up and enjoy it.” He groaned, but obeyed.



I waited on the driveway as Acel locked the door to his house. While we had been upstairs, Emory had snuck out with Henry, so I didn’t have to deal with her making fun of me. “I’m sorry about your shirt.” I was wearing one of Acel’s shirts at the moment, a black button-down to be exact. I had “spilled milk” on it, and he promised to wash it for me and drop it by in the morning.

“It’s fine. It was my fault, anyway.” I thought for a moment. “I’ll race you across the street?”

“Peace out.” Acel took off running and darted after him. Of course, he made it down the driveway and across the street before me. I ran faster, attempting to get to my porch before him. Instead of running into the door as I would have, I ran straight into his arms, slamming us both against the door. Together, we fell on the ground, both out of breath. “Periodically having to run in a life or death situation pays off, don’t you think?” Before I could answer, the door opened, revealing a not so happy Father of mine.