Scribbles of a Broken Heart

As soon as the front door closed our lips were mashed together.

Ever since we got that detention Garrett and I didn’t touch at all when we were at school. Sure, we could hold each other on the bus, but I didn’t want the other kids to see us kissing. Ironically, I wasn’t a big fan of massive public displays of affection. (The bus driver was not so fond of it either.)

Garrett slid the straps of my backpack off my shoulders and I let it drop to the floor. Then he pressed me into the door and my legs hugged his hips. Somewhere in the middle of our tongues touching, his backpack was off too—I heard it fall with a thud on the hardwood floor. With us, the kissing was always slow, passionate, and I dared to say it…loving. He turned me around and I held on to him as I felt him ascend up the stairs; his hands supporting my weight underneath the top of my thighs.

We were in his bedroom in no time. Garrett only bothered to close the door three quarters of the way. Our lips didn’t break when he laid me down on his bed. And this time I didn’t object. His body overlapped mine, his weight suspended on his right elbow, our legs tangling together. His hand snaked my shirt up halfway, feeling like ice against my burning skin. Slowly, I did the same to him, but I knew that my hands were warmer than the heat that his body radiated. I felt the muscles in his back and the sides of his abs for the first time.

Garrett pulled his lips away from me and placed open mouth kisses from jaw to collarbone. Then he kissed back up and I almost moaned when he sucked the place right under my ear.

I paused, breaking my eye contact with Mrs. Templeton. I did it intentionally though, I knew this moment had to be dramatic—because it was. I wanted her to anticipate. I wanted to see the importance of this moment.

“We didn’t hear the garage door opening. Or the footsteps coming upstairs. We didn’t hear his mom question the backpacks on the stairwell.” I chuckled, “Hell, we didn’t even hear her swing Garrett’s door all the way open.” I exhaled. “We definitely heard her shout though.”

“Oh my God!”

Garrett and I both jumped and turned our heads to a horrified Mrs. Carpenter. Garrett got off of me and we both stood up, pulling our shirts back down.

“Garrett…Constance…What the hell are you two doing?!”

It took me a great deal of effort to keep a somewhat normal breathing rate. My face became even more flushed and my mouth was incredibly dry. I looked down at my hands, they were slightly shaking. I was on the edge of a panic attack. My worst fear just hit me tenfold. Things couldn’t have happened worst. We were caught in the act. There was no denying it, no lies that could be told. Garrett and I stood there, raw and bare. The two months of hiding and secrets were revealed in one quick glance; one stupid decision to let guards down.

“Mom, um, we were just…me and Constance were-“

“About to have sex!” She shrieked.

“No! Mrs. Carpenter it wasn’t like that at all, I mean I wouldn’t-“

“Stop talking Constance,” she snapped. I instantly clamped my lips together, even though
they were slightly swollen.

‘Breath in and out,’ I told myself. ‘In and out.’

“Explain yourself Garrett.”

“Constance and I weren’t about to have sex, I promise.”

Mrs. Carpenter looked the slightest bit relieved. She ran a hand through her brown hair and
her face was distorted with anger.

“How long has this been going on?”

Garrett quietly replied, “Two months.”

“Oh,” Mrs. Carpenter looked even more pained. She cradled her forehead with a hand and shook her head.

Tears silently rolled down my cheeks, but they surprisingly didn't add to my breathing troubles.

I knew this would happen—just not like this. I knew that Garrett and I couldn’t keep seeing each other in secret as long as we pleased. I discerned the fact that we would one day have to come clean—but I hoped that it wasn’t going to finish like this.

“You two are in a lot of trouble! Neither of you are allowed to be in a relationship and yet...” she threw up her hands in exasperation. “Two months of sneaking around and lying.”

“Mrs. Carpenter?”

She looked at me fiercely as a replied, “I assume you’re going to tell my parents about this?”

“Damn right I’m telling your parents.”

“Then I would appreciate it if you would stop lecturing and yelling at me. I’m not your child
and I’m gonna hear more than enough of it at home.”

Her mouth went agape. I didn’t even care if I sounded rude. What she thought of me at that moment was not even at the bottom of my worries.

“Come downstairs you two. We’ll deal with this when Constance’s parents get home.”

We went into the family room. Mrs. Carpenter stiffly sat in the single and Garrett on the love seat. But I sat on the floor, Garrett’s feet next to me. I pulled my knees to my chin and hugged then to my chest. I laid my head to the side, away from Garrett. That’s when I truly
started to cry.

‘There’s no getting out of this one,’ I thought. ‘Garrett and I are finally over.’