You're Pulling the Trigger All Wrong

I was in Calculus when the last bell rang, which meant that I got to go over to Mike's house, an escape from everything.
Why did he always make everything better? I couldn't answer that, but he did. He made everything so much better than it was before. Before Brendon came back, before I got destroyed, before I was betrayed. Everything was better now.
After I was done packing I went over to my locker. There Mike stood, arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the locker next to mine. When our eyes made contact he smirked, his eyes as bright as ever, and then stood up.
"Hello baby," he purred, and then wrapped his arms around me. "How are you?"
I looked up at him and kissed him. "Better now that I'm with you."
His smirked went to a smile. "That's what I thought."
"But I would be EVEN better if you let me go so I could get my books," I teased.
"Never." He pressed his face against my neck and took a big breath. "You are mine."
"Yes the entire school knows I'm yours," I growled. "Now let go."
"I don’t think the entire school knows," he chuckled. "And what if I want to carry your books?"
"What if I’m a big girl and can handle myself?"
"I find that quite hard to believe," he teased. "Now let me get your books."
"Fine, but let me unlock it."
He let go of me, and I twirled the combination until I popped it open. Before Mike could even see, I grabbed my books and held them tightly to my chest.
"Hey!" Mike whined. "That's not fair!"
I smirked and locked my locker again. "Yeah it is."
Somehow he snatched my books and held them way over my head like he was carrying something as light as a feather.
"HEY!" I growled. "God damn my shortness."
I folded my arms over my chest and pouted.
Mike wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my pouted lips.
He smirked. "I win."
I rolled my eyes, but then stood on my tippy-toes to kiss him. He gently kissed me, like I was a porcelain doll.
"Now let's go, at least before my brother gets there with all his friends. We'll hide out in my room, if that's okay with you."
"Your room?" I raised my eyebrows. "You won't try anything..."
"Nothing you don't want. Promise."
I rested my head on his chest as we walked out of the building.

We pulled up to a white, Victorian-style house a few minutes away. There were two other cars in the driveway, a Porsche and a Honda Civic.
"God damn him," Mike growled.
"Who?" I placed a hand on his free one.
"My brother. His friends are hella annoying; you have no idea. If we're lucky, we can just sneak upstairs."
He pulled his car into the driveway and got out. I followed him.
"Now you have to be quiet," he whispered as he took out his key to unlock the door.
When the door was unlocked we snuck in, and I was almost struck in awe at the inside.
Mike's brother and friends were in the room straight ahead watching a game of football and eating potato chips.
Mike took my hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom at the far right.
He opened a door that said DO NOT DISTURB OR BAD THINGS WILL HAPPEN.
That only made me laugh.
Inside his room wasn't anything too special; it was just like any jock's room. There were a bunch of different types of balls in glass cases signed by pros, and posters of pros, all mostly football pros.
"You like?" He sat down in a bean-bag chair in the left corner next to a giant window covered by blinds.
"Uh... yeah," I whispered.
Somehow he managed to reach me and pulled me on top of him. My palms were against his well shaped abs, while his were snuggly on my ass.
"Look how gorgeous you are." He took a piece of my unstraightened hair and tucked it behind my ear.
I raised my eyebrows. "I look like shit."
"Even on your worse days you're still the most beautiful girl in the room," he whispered into my ear. "Every time I see you, your beauty takes my breath away."
I pressed my head against his chest and began stroking his arm.
"I really mean it," he purred. "You're not only beautiful on the outside, but you are the most beautiful on the inside."
I closed my eyes and let myself calm to his voice. He whispered loving compliments into my ear until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. I fell asleep.

(Brendon's POV)
"Hey jack ass!" Ryan growled, throwing a pillow at me. "Get up!"
My head felt like it was going to split in two. "Would you stop yelling?"
I rubbed my fingers against my forehead and opened my eyes. My vision was blurry for a few seconds until I could actually picture my surroundings.
"No. You made me baby-sit you last night, so I can yell whenever I God damn feel like it."
I moaned and hid my head in my pillow.
"Get your ass out of bed." Ryan took another pillow and threw it. "It's past four. Now get up before I strangle you and say you choked on your own vomit."
"Fine," I whined. I sat up and looked at the red, blinking letter next to the bed. It was four fifty.
My bare chest was covered in dry, sticky sweat, and my hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction.
"Where is everyone?"
The beds were empty.
"Spencer went out to look for Hilary," Ryan rolled his eyes and threw a pillow on John's bed. "He's convinced that Mike kidnapped her and is forcing her to sleep with him. And John, he just went to get some more Advil, since he and Spence finished the bottle."
"Hilary's with Mike?" I questioned.
"Yeah, dumb shit, they're going out remember?"
"And you don't like it," I teased.
"I don't like it as much as you don't." He tossed an empty Coke can into the trash.
"So you finally realized my point."
"No, he's a bad influence on her. She's going crazy; she always has mood swings. First she's the happiest girl in the world, and next she is the Devil in human form."
"Maybe she's on her period?" I suggested.
"No, I've never seen this bad with a girl on her period. It has to be Mike."
"Normally I'd agree with you, but this hang over might be making me reasonable."
"You'll get over it tomorrow." Ryan took Spencer's teddy bear, Squeaky, and threw it on his bed. "Now get up and go take a shower. You look and smell like shit."
"Fine. Later Ross."
I took a towel off the floor and walked into the bathroom. When I first saw myself in the mirror I couldn't help but to agree with Ryan. I did look like shit.
There were dark circles all around my eyes and a bunch of red blotches all over my face.
The hot water burned against my skin, so I turned the knob for the cold. Finally, I dropped my boxers and stepped in. This was exactly what I needed.

(Hilary's POV)
We were in mid-make-out before someone called Mike down. I was disappointed, because I loved the way that Mike kissed.
He planted one last kiss on my lips. "I'll be right back."
Mike rolled me on my side and got up. When the door clicked shut, curiosity got the best of me, so I followed him. My jaw dropped when I saw who it was.
Before either of them got a word in I screamed, "Spencer James Smith the Fifth!"
He looked up at me with a stern look. "What are you doing up there?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" I yelled back. "Doing my homework! Why the fuck are you here?"
"I was worried." He looked down.
"Just leave, now, Smith, before I really give you hell!"
Mike looked up at me with big eyes as I stormed back into his room and crashed on his bed, crying.
Why did they enjoy to embarrass me? Was that just their pass time? To make me look like a complete fool in front of everyone? Brendon already did that, I didn't need the rest of them to. What did I do to deserve that? Not only was I humiliated in front of Mike, but in front of his brother and all his college friends. That was almost worse.
The door clicked open, and a body lay next to me. Slowly the person wrapped his arms around me and began shushing me.
"Hilary," he purred. "Hilary it's okay."
It was Mike.
"Hilary, he's gone. It's okay Hilary. Shhh..."
But I couldn't calm down. These were tears of rage, tears of hurt, and tears of betrayal. Everything that those boys had ever done to me flooded my mind again, and all the emotions came back.
"Hilary." His voice was so calming. "I'm here Hilary. You don't have to worry about a thing. Would you like me to beat them up for you? I can't stand to see them hurt you like this."
"I just want you," I sobbed. "Don't leave."
"I won't," he purred. "I'm right here, and I'm never leaving. It's alright Hilary. You have me; I'm all yours. Please stop crying."
He kissed the top of my head and began stroking my hair and down my back.
My crying softened until it ceased about ten minutes later. Mike had just kept comforting me the entire time, and he never left my side. If only I had someone like that when Brendon left.
When I was done, Mike lifted my chin to his and began wiping away my tears. He gave me a soft kiss on my lips, and then let my head drop back down to his chest.
"Are you alright now?" he whispered. "It hurt me so much to see you like that."
I sniffled. "I'm sorry, I just..."
"Shh…" he whispered. "Don't start crying again. I didn't mean it like that. It's okay. You don't have to cry again. Please don't."
"But now I'm making you upset and I…"
"No, baby, no, it's not like that. Please don't cry again. It's fine, I promise you. I really, really, really want you to be happy. I'm not upset. I'm only here to make you happy."
"Are you sure?" I whispered.
"Positive." He kissed me again. "If you're sad it's my job to make you happy. That's what I'm trying to do now." Another kiss. "Please don't be sad." A kiss. "Please. Just for me." Kiss. "Please." Kiss. "Please." Kiss. "Pretty please." Kiss. "Baby, baby, please."
This kiss lasted for about ten minutes, tongue and everything. It was everything I wanted, soft, passionate, loving, rough, amazing. His hands ran all over my body, but never too R.
"What do I need to do to make you smile?" Mike whispered. "I'll do anything. Just name it. Nothing costs too much, nothing is too hard for me to do."
"I just want you to be here," I whispered. I cupped his face in my hands and gave him a kiss. "Please don't leave me."
"I'm not leaving," he replied, kissing me. "I'm never leaving."
He ran his arms up and down my back and butt with the tips of his fingers. I cuddled as close as I possible could to him.
"Are you cold baby? Or are you hurt? Is everything alright?"
"Now that I'm with you."
I pressed my nose to his neck. "My mom's gone tonight. Can I stay with you?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Would you be okay with that?"
"I just need to be with you right now. I can't go home right now. I can't."
"I'm always with you, and you don't have to go back there. You don't have to leave my side. I'll be here whenever you want me."
"Okay," I whispered. "Just please don't leave."
He chuckled. "I'm not. I promise I'm not."
"Okay. I believe you."

(Brendon's POV)
"God!" Spencer opened the door and slammed it shut. "What a bitch!"
"Hilary?" Ryan asked. We were all around the TV in the family room.
"Yes!" He fell down on an empty spot on the couch. "I go over to Mike's to check on her and she goes ballistic. She even used my full name."
"Well maybe if you left her alone," John whispered.
We all looked at him. "What?"
"Maybe if you just let her make her own decisions. She doesn't want you guys like she used to have you. You left her, and she learned to live without her. Just give her some space."
"John," Ryan slowly began. "Did you take your medicine this morning?"
"Oh shut up." He threw a pillow at him. "I did, and it's the truth. Back off her, and she'll start taking you back in her life. Just let her have her space."
Listening to all of this, I couldn't help but to agree. As much as I hated to admit it, Johnny was right.