A slamming door made my eyes snap wide open. The sunlight streamed through the window indicating that it was some time after eight o’clock in the morning.
“Morgan.”
I heard Clarissa’s voice from downstairs.
Shit!
Shit!
Shit!
I rolled off the bed with the blanket wrapped around me leaving Ethan fully exposed…
Oh. My. God. What a beautiful sight.
“Hey.” Ethan squinted his eyes open, looked around as if he didn’t remember where he was, then focused on me. “What’s wrong?” Ethan stood up and pulled on his boxers and pants.
The stomping of someone coming up the wooden staircase caught both of our attention.
“Fuck!” Ethan grabbed his shirt and started to button it up.
I ran into my closet with the blanket still wrapped around me, tripping over the edges that hung on the ground, nearly falling, but I saved face by catching myself on the
“But I don’t wanna go home.”Hope was acting like a stubborn brat right now. I had to take her back home before Morgan’s parents came back, and then go over to the Pizza Shack for the meeting with dickhead Matt and his friends.“We have to go…now.” I tried to sound all authoritative, but it wasn’t happening with Morgan standing behind Hope with a huge-ass smile on her face. I pointed my finger at her. “Stop it.”Morgan held up her hands and tried to look all innocent. “I didn’t even say anything.”“You don’t have to. You know you’re making fun of me because the whiny girl isn’t listening to me.”Hope stomped her foot. “I’m not whiny.”Morgan put her arm around Hope’s shoulders. I knew the girls were packing against me. “Why don’t you go to your soccer meeting and let Hope stay here. We&rsqu
Just like the previous night, one that still makes me all giddy inside, today was really lovely. I got to spend time with Ethan before he went to his soccer meeting and then spent time with Hope, who I now considered my little sister.Hope and I danced around to some music, watched some TV, played fix-up with makeup and clothes, then ate a small dinner before I took her back home. Her grandmother had come back and was pleased to see Hope and me getting along so good. It was so weird to see their household operating at a semi-normal level now that Ed was gone and Ethan’s mom was going to therapy. Having their grandmother there really helped out their situation, and both Ethan and Hope seemed like two different people without all the added stress put on them.I went back home and enjoyed just having some me time. I text back and forth with Tara and Ranae for a while, got caught up on some debate notes for our upcoming meet, and took a long hot shower, wishing Ethan
I didn’t even bother to tell the guys I was leaving after I raced out of the Pizza Shack after Clarissa.What was the point?I got into my car and drove around, basically going everywhere and nowhere at the same time.I went past the places that Morgan and I used to hang out by ourselves, to get away from the rest of the world, to forget who we were. I knew after today, after Clarissa gone back and probably told Morgan everything that she heard, that Morgan and I would never have a moment of togetherness again. She probably hated me right about now, and I couldn’t blame her.I hated myself.I hated that I agreed to such a fucking lame-ass bet that ruined everything…everything that mattered.I walked into the house, and it smelled good like someone had thoroughly cleaned and cooked dinner. The scent of freshly baked bread drifted through the air.“Ethan.” Hope ran out of the kitchen and grabbed me into a
I picked around at my dinner. I really wasn’t in the mood to eat, it was one long stressful day. After Hope got done pouting and ignoring me, I explained to her that Morgan and I had a disagreement but that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t ever be back over or that they wouldn’t be friends. I just hoped that it all worked out that way.I walked back to my bedroom to do the homework that I had due for tomorrow, then realized I didn’t have my backpack.“Fuck.”I walked back out to my car and looked at the front passenger seat…the backseat…the trunk…All locations were empty.Shit, I took it to the Pizza Shack so I could give Jason the math homework to copy.Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!Now I had to drive the whole way back there to get it.Shit, I just hope no one that I know was still there. 
“Morgan, you’re going to be late for school.”Mom stood outside my door and knocked for the third time this morning. I heard the door open and pulled the blanket further up to cover my head.“You’re not even up. Aren’t you feeling well?” Mom’s hand managed to slip under the top part of the cover a feel my forehead. “You are a little warm. Do you want me to set up a doctor’s appointment? I’m sure I can get you in today to see Dr. Howell.”I slowly shook my head. There was no way that Dr. Howell or any physician could help me with what was wrong.How could anyone fix a broken heart?I know that sounds, so cliché. Poor girl with a broken heart after boyfriend hurts her.But, I really felt like I was dying. I’d been through a lot, second best daughter, always ridiculed at school, the list could go on forever. But, to have my boyfriend, or wait, Ethan never reall
As soon as I got into school, I knew Clarissa had talked to the Hawkettes. Usually, they waited for us guys to come in, sometimes even with breakfast foods, but now all we got were glares.That’s okay with me. Just leave me the fuck alone so I could figure out how, where, and when I would be able to talk to Morgan.“Dude, I guess she really did it.” Jason swung his arm around my shoulders and nodded to the girls who were keeping their distance. Brandon and two of our other soccer starters followed behind him.“Doesn’t matter.” I stared back at a Hawkette who was giving me the evil eye, death stare. “I don’t want part of this anymore.” I left them all standing there on their own. I was so done with this whole high school shit.&n
I knew I wouldn’t be able to pull the ‘I’m sick’ game off forever. I managed to stay home one week before mom told me that I had to either get a doctor’s excuse to go back to school or make sure that I’m in attendance Monday morning.Here it was, almost seven days after I found out what Ethan had done. How everything about us was just a lie. How I was now the laughing stock of probably the entire school or at least the soccer team.I felt used.I felt abused.And I felt a pain that I never felt in my life before. One that hurt so bad that I didn’t think I was going to be able to make it through another day, it was like I’d lost my best friend and my lover all at once.Well, I sort of did. Ethan and I had become both of those. He was my lover, the only one that I ever had. And I felt closer to him than I did my friends, even Tara and Rynae.Speaking of my friends, they called every day wondering
My knuckles were red and swollen from denting the locker with my fist. I went down to the locker room and put a bandage on the wound. I had five minutes to run back to first-class before I was late.Maybe, just maybe, Morgan would talk to me.The buzzer sounded as soon as I walked into the room. Morgan was at the teacher’s desk, and it looked like she was having a paper signed. I took my seat and waited for her to come over.“It was a pleasure having you in my class. I wish you the best in all your courses.” The teacher handed Morgan back the slip of paper.‘What the fuck, she’s leaving.’ ‘Fuck!’‘Fuck!’‘Fuck!’Morgan took the paper and walked over towards the door.‘Look back.’ I silently screamed at her in my head.Morgan turned the doorknob, stopped, and looked back over her
There was a straight line in the carpeting from me pacing back and forth between the window and the door. The photographer got pulled away by Hope over an hour ago, which meant I would be front and center in less than thirty minutes. I wasn’t worried or even nervous about getting married, I knew Morgan was the one and only, but I was terrified of making a fool out of myself in front of all those in attendance. Sure, I was a cocky, confident ass in high school, but picturing myself becoming a mumbling idiot in front of five hundred people, some of whom I’ve never met, well, that’s got me anxious as fuck.So far over the past year of all of us living in The Keys, life has been more than great, it’s been the best time of my life. College was going well, my mom finally became the woman I knew that was hiding away from us for so long, Ms. Christine was more than I ever expected in a grandmother and kept all of us in line, Hope had friends, was high honors i
My hand clenched at my stomach. “I don’t know if I can do this.” I was used to being in crowds, like when I was in debate back in high school and with all the reports and public speaking, I had to do with several of my courses, but this, this was totally different.Clarissa smoothed out my veil and gave me a hug. “You’re going to be fine. Just focus on Ethan and don’t worry about the other five hundred people in the church.” And with that comment, she gave me her best non-convincing smile.Five. Hundred. People. And that was the attendance at the marriage ceremony, that wasn’t including all the others who would show up for the reception. It seemed Ethan’s grandmother knew half the population here in the Keys, and according to her, as we made out our guest list, you can’t leave so-and-so out of the invitations, that would be a recipe for disaster.So, since she was footing most of the expenses,
“Ethan, it’s almost dinner time,” I called out from the balcony that looked over our own private section of the beach. I was staying at Christine’s house, Ethan’s grandmother. Like she’d said back in Pennsylvania, she had a big house with a bedroom just for me if I wanted anywhere to stay. What I didn’t know at that time was that Ms. Christine was quite wealthy. It seemed she and her late husband had bought up a lot of oceanfront property way back in the day before Key West became a tourist site. Then, as the years progressed she sold off several plots of land to developers but kept some of it for her own personal oasis. Now, she has a six-bedroom house on five acres that looks out into the deep, dark blue ocean. I’d been in Key West with all of them for over six months now. Clarissa came to help me pack the night before my flight left. We’d put almost all of my summer clothes, laptop, and the basic necessities that I would need into two suitcases. I said goodbye to
It’s been over a month since Ethan and his family made the big move to Florida. We talk every day and video chat at least three times a week. He sent me pictures of him and Hope at the beach. His hair had gotten longer, and the constant sun exposure brought out all kinds of highlights. With his dark tan, good looks, and perfect body he could be a model for some vacation guide or something. I mean really, once someone would see Ethan on the front cover, they would want to go the Keys that minute.He told me Hope has already made some friends, and that he found a new love. But once he saw my hurt expression, he had to backtrack on what he just told me. He loves trying to surf and is even taking lessons from one of their new neighbors.I told him I’m doing well, but that’s a lie, and he probably knew it. I’m sure he could see and hear the pain every time he talked to me.I couldn’t help it, I just wanted him to come back home, but I kn
An hour later, me and Hope packed up two more boxes in her room. I think we spent more time playing around, dancing to her favorite songs than we did any actual work.I heard a soft knock on the door, and Ethan poked his head in. “I have to get Morgan back home.”Really? I didn’t know I had a curfew. Maybe this was his way of getting rid of me?“Aw, c’mon. We were having fun. I won’t get to see Morgan much longer.” Hope flopped down across her bed. She put on her best pouty face, hoping to get her own way.“You’ll see her tomorrow. Maybe.” Ethan would say anything to put a smile on his sister’s face.“Okay.” Hope bounced back up, put her arm around my waist, and led me back down to the living room.I gave her a quick hug and kiss, a promise to come back tomorrow, then followed Ethan out.The ride back home was…quiet. Like Ethan didn’t even turn
I couldn’t believe it had been ten days since we graduated.Ten days since we left it all behind and never looked back. We rode off into the sunset and lived like a king and queen.Okay, not really. We didn’t go anywhere except for a few parties and the special getaway that Ethan had planned for our graduation night. One in which I fell in love with him ten times over.After stopping in at a few get-togethers graduation night, Ethan took me a bed and breakfast a short distance out of town. Without me knowing, he had Clarissa gather up a bag for me so that I would have what I needed for the night and the following day. My sister decided to pack Victoria's Secret negligee, stockings, and stilettos, instead of my usual shorts and t-shirt for nighttime wear.Did I wear them?Hmm, let’s just say they didn’t stay on too long.Anyhow, Ethan had been acting kind of weird the past week. He hasn’t told me anything that wa
After the state final, mine and Morgan’s official we are back together celebration, our graduation rolled around quick.I couldn’t believe that in less than one hour we would all be high school graduates.Morgan bounced out of her house with her graduation robe flowing out behind her. If she didn’t hurry, we were going to be late commencement.I guess that would have to be partly my fault since I kept her a bit longer in my bed than I should’ve.What could I say? This part of the make-up was good…like really, really good. It felt great to have Morgan at my side day and night.The sound of my horn giving a short honk startled her. She jumped and jogged faster to the car.“I’m coming.” Morgan plopped down in the passenger seat and slammed the door closed.I smiled and looked at the clock. “You said those exact words about an hour ago.” My hand skimmed across her arm and gooseb
Two weeks later, I still hadn’t received a full on the mouth kiss from Ethan yet. I could understand wanting to take it slow, but now this was getting kind of ridiculous.Every evening ended with a soft, lingering touch, then just a peck on the cheek.I wasn’t complaining though, it felt great to have him by my side again. There were no more worries about whether he was hiding anything, like another secret bet or something. I had to trust him in order for us to move forward.My family, along with Hope, Ethan’s mom, and grandmother went to the state finals with him for soccer. Even though we were broken up for that time, like for three whole months, I still secretly sneaked to his games and practices. I watched from afar and marveled at his abilities, but I couldn’t let him know that I still cared.That I still wanted him.That I still loved him.But now, I could scream my head off for the man that was running down the
Ethan and I sat in the parking lot for almost an hour. We talked about everything and anything. Even though I really didn’t want to, I just didn’t want to relieve what had happened and wanted to try and move on, but I got to hear Ethan’s side of the story.He started at the beginning of the year before he got to know me and how his past captains of the soccer team had made him the designated person for ‘the challenge.’ I happened to be Clarissa’s little sister, Matt had wanted to take one last jab at her, and I had to suffer the consequences of his desire to torture.It seemed Matt and Ethan never got along, even when they played on the same team. He was as big of a bully as he still was now.Ethan revealed that he was never a fan of the shit that they did to girls, but never gave it a second thought because it never affected him directly.No matter the circumstance, it was still so wrong to do to any girl.Fortu