Terrible life

SAIGE POV

The movement from driving was making me a bit dizzy and I had to close my eyes to keep myself from passing out.

"You aren't going to throw up in my truck, are you?" Collin asked, reminding me that I was in a vehicle with the coach.

I grinned over at him. "Nah, I can hold it." I looked at the huge space separating us and wanted to move closer. Then an idea struck me. "Hey, can I push this up and sit in the middle? I'm getting a bit dizzy and it helps sometimes when I sit in the middle."

He looked between me and the space between us nervously but nodded anyway.

After pushing the middle console up, I scooted closer to him, pressing my leg tightly against his. The warmth he provided sent a wave of chills up the left side of my body.

"Mmm," I moaned, "much better."

I watched as his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter and his gaze stayed on the road. I wanted to get some kind of reaction out of him, so I slowly slid my hand onto his thigh, squeezing him to let him know my intentions.

He jumped in his seat and grabbed my hand, pulling it off of his leg.

"Saige, keep your hands to yourself," he groaned out, sounding more annoyed than I had imagined he'd be. What was his deal?

"Sorry, it's a habit," I teased.

The look he gave me was a haunted one, making me feel a bit uncomfortable all of a sudden. I was never uncomfortable around a guy I was pursuing, so what changed?

"Where do I turn?" He asked, keeping both hands tightly on the wheel again.

I looked around to see where we were and felt a tinge of disappointment when I saw we were only a few blocks from my house.

"Take a right up there. I'm five houses down on the right after that."

It seemed like he sped up a bit. Was he uncomfortable being in the truck with me? I bit my bottom lip, trying to hide the grin playing on my lips. Maybe I was affecting Coach Collin more than he was letting on. I wanted to see how far I could take this.

Once he pulled over in front of my house, he let go of the wheel and looked at me. There was an expression there that made me question my next plan, but I ignored it.

Without thinking it through too much, I jumped over into his lap, straddling him. His eyes went huge with shock as he grabbed at me, but then I slammed my lips down onto his.

His lips were tight and denying mine, but then as I ground my hips into him, he began kissing me back. Our mouths seemed to open at the same time, wanting more. He tasted so much better than I thought he would.

My hands slid up his chest and under his flannel, pushing it aside. He must have had the same thing in mind because his hands came up and shoved my jacket off my shoulders, our mouths never breaking apart once.

I moaned into his mouth before I slid my hand down over his package, feeling the bulge that greeted me. He was officially baited and hooked.

But then he did the unthinkable and broke our kiss and tossed me off of him, into the passenger seat.

"I shouldn't have done that." He pulled his flannel back on and shifted in his seat, clearly adjusting his hard-on.

"But you were enjoying it," I purred. When he looked over at me, I seductively bit down on my finger while my other hand trailed seductively down into my cleavage.

It was clear that he was turned on by this but he quickly regained his composure when his expression turned angry.

"Saige, you're a student at the school I work for. This is a completely inappropriate situation. I need you to stop coming onto me." Then he really stared into my eyes. "You're better than all of this."

I instantly lost my playful mood and teasing manner as a blush crept into my cheeks. He was the first guy to ever make me question my actions. However, this only intrigued me to get to know him even more. Who was this guy?

"Thanks for the ride, Coach," I teased playfully before slipping out of the passenger door.

As I walked up the sidewalk to the front door, I heard Collin's truck pull away from the curb and I half wished he would have stayed because I looked over and saw the creep's car was still in the driveway.

I looked up and down the street, wondering if there was someplace for me to go; but it was the middle of the night and I was drunk, so I figured I had better head inside. My bedroom window was still open from before so I didn't have to go to the front door.

After crawling through my window, I accidentally knocked over my lamp and made a loud crashing sound. I squeezed my eyes shut and cursed under my breath, hoping that they didn't hear me.

When I thought the coast was clear, I began undressing but then my bedroom door whipped open and my light turned on.

"What the hell, Saige? Where the hell have you been?" My mom's voice was like nails on a chalkboard. And since when does she care where I've been? Wasn't she the one who told me to leave earlier?

"I was at TJ's," I replied.

"Is TJ the one who did that?" She pointed at me as I looked down, not seeing what she was pointing out.

"What?"

"That!" She came over to me and flicked my neck with her finger.

I flinched from the stinging sensation her flick left behind. I stepped up to my mirror and pulled my hair back, seeing two hickeys in the reflection.

"Oh, no, those are from Gabe and Michael," I giggled out.

She scoffed and shook her head. "You're ridiculous, you know that? I've got co-workers at the diner telling me you're out with their sons until all hours of the night. You're sneaking in and out of here like you can go and do whatever you please. You're acting like a little slut, Saige. Do you like letting guys take advantage of you? None of them love you; no one will ever love you." She took a drag from her cigarette and blew the smoke in my face.

Her words stung for a split second before anger consumed me. "Really, mom?! That's really rich coming from you. Who do you think I learned all this shit from? The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?"

She slapped me hard across the face before she pointed at me, her cigarette still in her hand. "Watch how you talk to me, you little bitch. You're eighteen now. Keep it up and I'll kick your ass to the curb."

I swallowed as I glared at her, trying so hard to keep my words to myself.

"Nothing to say? That's a first," she laughed before turning toward my door. She looked around my room and shook her head. "Clean this fucking shit-hole up." Then she slammed my door behind her.

Hot tears filled my eyes as I brought both hands up and flipped her the bird. I hated her. I hated living here. I hated everything about my life.