He was a jock, not someone that I would normally date. Did I really want to be put on the back burner when it came to sports? Don’t think so. But Chris was always sweet, surprising me with odd dates that I would never expect and always being a perfect gentleman.
We had a lot in common, when it came to our parents, and they were all overjoyed that we were dating, often going out as families to the country clubs. Things started to change during the summer though.
While the whole school thought I was far from a virgin, they all guessed wrong. Chris, at first, was fine with things going slow, but after awhile started to pressure me. We had ended things, well more like me, right at the end of our senior year, and I had been avoiding him ever since as much as I could. It turned out to be pretty easy since he had gone away for school but he always came back every summer.
I figured I might as well get this over with. After tomorrow I wouldn’t have to see him or anyone else for a while. “Fine, Chris.” I huffed out. “Ian, I’ll meet you in a minute, ‘kay?” I gave him a sweet smile before turning an angry glare back to Chris. “Okay, you have like two minutes. I’m a little busy if you couldn’t tell, so get on with it.”
“Addy, why do you have to be like this? And why the hell do you have to do it with that asshole of all people?” He was one of the few people that were allowed to get away with a nickname for me. My mother thought they weren’t proper and quickly corrected anyone who tried to give me one. Chris was one of the exceptions.
He reached up a hand to place on my cheek, but I quickly knocked it away and remained silent. “Fine.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets and looked down at the floor. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. I know things ended on kind of a bad note and I really don’t understand why they needed to. I’ve been really torn up about it.”
“Gee, I don’t know, Chris. It might have had something to do with that one night we were both shit-faced and you did whatever the fuck you wanted to do with me. Do you really understand what I went through after that? So don’t go telling me about how torn up you’ve been, because we all know that’s one big lie. All of the skanky girls that you’ve been with since certainly proves it.” Did he not think I heard the gossip even if he had been away at school? I turned on my heel, but his hand gripped tightly onto my forearm, and I squirmed to get out of his hold.
“You and I both know how much you wanted it, Adelaide,” he hissed into my ear, before letting go of my arm. “You haven’t really been helping your case much by all of the guys you’ve been with. So don’t even try and pull that pathetic ass shit with me. As for what you had to deal with afterwards, well that was your own fault,” he smirked. “You could have come to me instead of turning to that bitch of a mother of yours. That was your entire fault.” My mouth gaped open at him, but no sound came out. My fault? My fault? How could I have ever thought that Chris was my soul mate or some stupid shit like that?
I was done. Completely done with men, well that is, besides to use them. My heart was being guarded by an iron cage from now on. But one thing was for sure. I would, at least, never have to see that asshole again.
Chapter 3
The sound of my alarm broke through the blackness, and I groaned when I saw the time. Why in the hell did I go out last night? Well, I guess it was kind of expected since the summer was almost over. The parties to choose from were endless.
I clicked on the bedside lamp, the low light casting an orange glow across the room that hopefully wouldn’t wake anyone. “Adelaide, what the fuck? It’s like eight in the morning. Get that fine ass back over here.” An arm snaked around my bare waist and I was pulled back onto the bed.
“Ian, I need to get going. I have to meet my mother for brunch at Millers Bistro. She’ll be pissed if I’m late.” I heard a muffled groan from underneath his pillow and then both hands immediately gripped my hips, placing me on top so I was straddling him.
“Since when does Adelaide McGregor follow any kind of rules? You know we had a good time last night. We could continue that for the rest of the day.” His hands reached up to run along my sides and he tugged me closer, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I circled my hips around, earning a loud grunt from his lips that made me chuckle, and leaned down to brush my lips across the side of his neck. “Sorry, Ian. Maybe later.” Yeah, like that was going to happen.