Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned
Zac
“Taylor! Damn it!” I ducked out of the way, and then shoved my hair back and glared at my brother, who was staring wide-eyed at me, his mouth in an O shape. “Close your mouth; that’s how rumors get started,” I growled, a little more than pissed.
At my comment, Taylor’s expression changed. His eyes narrowed. “I’m sorry; it’s not like I meant to do it.”
“Still, how would you like to walk into a room and have a shoe almost hit you? What the hell were you doing, anyway?” I walked into the room and headed straight for Isaac’s dresser.
“Kicking my shoes off while I wait for Ike to come back.” He twisted slightly back and forth in the swivel chair, watching my every move.
I moved aside a few loose sheets of paper, and finally found what I was looking for. “Well, hallelujah.” I picked the notebook I had lent Isaac long ago. Flipping through it, I tore out what wasn’t mine and stuffed it in the drawer before closing it. “Tell Ike I came for my notebook,” I called to Taylor over my shoulder as I left the room, heading for my own.
I left the door open, knowing that my current girlfriend, Amanda, was supposed to be here any minute. I tossed the notebook on my nightstand, and evaluated my room. I scooped up the clothes on the floor and on the bed and stuffed them in the closet, kicked a few shoes under the bed, and slid about three CD cases over to my stereo. “Much better,” I said to myself.
“Zac! Amanda’s here!” Avery screamed up the stairs.
“Coming,” I yelled back, grimacing. I quickly checked myself over in the mirror above my dresser, then ran downstairs. “Hey, Mandy.” I walked over to her, opening my arms and enveloping her in a hug, lightly kissing her cheek. I kept my arm around her waist after the hug had ended.
We stayed downstairs and chatted with my parents and the rest my family for a while before heading upstairs. Once there, I kissed her again, this time on the mouth. I didn’t care if we were right in the middle of the hallway; I am 16, after all, and I think I should be allowed to kiss my girlfriend if I wish.
We broke apart when the door opened; Amanda looking down guiltily, her breath coming a tad faster than normal. I kissed her forehead before looking up. Taylor and Isaac were standing in the doorway grinning at us.
“Hey, Zac. Hey, Amanda,” Taylor said, raising his eyebrows.
“Perv,” I muttered, gently pushing her into my bedroom. I closed the door behind us, and crossed to my stereo, flipping on a CD. I turned it up loud enough so that anyone in the hallway couldn’t hear us, but low enough so that we could talk. I settled beside her on the bed, rubbing her knee lightly. “What’s up, babe?”
Amanda smiled. “Why don’t you tell me?” she said coyly, and laughed. “Not much, actually. I failed that damn math test, but no surprise there. I think my parents are ready to kill me. If you want to know the truth, I wasn’t even supposed to leave the house.”
“Ooh, I love a bad girl.”
Amanda pushed a strand of her black hair behind her ear. It had been blonde before it had been black, and I could see the slightest hint of her roots. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Oh, and then I let my brother drive, and he slaughtered a mailbox. A mailbox; can you believe it! So there’s another strike against me.” She sighed. “My life is just shot to hell right now.”
“I can make it better.” Leaning forward, I kissed her, more passionately than I would ever dare in the hall. “God, I love you,” I whispered to her, resting my forehead against hers.
She nodded slightly, and then we were kissing again, kissing and kissing and kissing. And touching, and everything slipped my mind. All I wanted to think about was kissing and touching and being with my girlfriend.
I pulled the quilt off my bed and draped it over the two of us before lying back down. Amanda immediately cuddled up to me, her head fitting perfectly in the crook of my shoulder. She sighed, and I tightened my grasp on her.
I knew she was drifting off to sleep, and I knew that I might, too. I knew it was stupid to be doing this in my room, and this was a dangerous way to be caught - lying naked in each other’s arms - but at that moment I didn’t care. Everything was perfect: the way the light caught her hair, the way her hand lightly ran back and forth on my stomach, the way our breathing seemed to be automatically in sync...perfect. And I wasn’t leaving our perfect spot for the world.
Zac placed his hand protectively around her waist as they walked into the bar. Spotting his friends, he led her over there.
Zac shoved her up against the door, kissing her harshly, fighting to open the door. Finally, the key slipped in. He turned it, and they backed into the room, still kissing. Pressing her against the wall, he struggled to pull her shirt off, working on her bra when he succeeded. Suddenly, the light came on, and Zac moved away from her.
“So, what’s going on here?” Isaac asked, arms crossed.
“I…I have to go.” The girl grabbed her shirt, pulling it on as she left.
Zac glared at Isaac before slipping into his room, slamming the door hard.
The alarm shrieked horribly, and Zac flung his hand out, trying to find the radio. He flailed around for a few seconds before opening his eyes to see Isaac standing there, holding his radio. He groaned and rolled over.
“Don’t you need to be at school, like, now?”
Zac looked at Isaac over his shoulder. “I’m skipping until after lunch.”
“Yeah. You came here to be closer to a school, and now you’re ditching.”
“Who the hell are you? Shit, you sound like Dad.” Zac pulled the cover over his head and prepared to go back to sleep.
Isaac didn’t say anything, just turned the alarm back on, pulled the cover off Zac, and laid them both in the hallway.
