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Chapter 12. Wimp


The past two weeks, Avery and I had been busy, but we still made time for each other, it just wasn’t a lot. It wasn’t easy to do, considering we had to try not to be obvious to anyone, especially Mason. So far, I was doing a better job at it than Avery was. Avery would come up behind me in school and slap or squeeze my ass. I told him to stop doing it because I was worried someone would see, but we’re talking about Avery, and he just doesn’t listen.

Mason and Claire were going out to dinner and a movie tonight, so I was going over to Avery’s for a few hours.

I was at my locker changing books for the last class of the day, it was Friday. We didn’t have practice or games this weekend.

“Still on tonight?” Avery asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’ll be over when he leaves.”

“See you,” he said. He strolled down the hall to his next class.

I turned and started down the hall.

“Storm,” Mason said.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Claire got sick last class. I’m going to go check on her then I’ll be home,” Mason said.

“Claire is sick?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. I felt bad for Claire, but I also thought how much it sucked for me. I couldn’t go to Avery’s if Mason was home. If Mason was home he might even wind up going to Avery’s.

“Yeah, see you at home,” he said.

“Actually,” I grabbed his arm.

He looked at me confused.

“I’m staying with Peyton tonight,” I said.

“Oh,” he said. “I didn’t know that.”

“Last minute,” I said and shrugged. “We got piled with homework for history so we’re going to be studying all weekend and we have a test Monday.” I wrinkled my nose but hid it with an itch. It wasn’t a complete lie we were stacked with history homework but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle on my own.

“Oh, alright,” he said and shrugged.

“Shit,” I hissed. I hurried to my last class. Luckily, I had it with Peyton and sat right behind her. Peyton was already in her seat. I sat down behind her and tapped her on the shoulder.

Peyton turned to face me, her expression confused.

“I need you to do me a favor,” I said.

“Okay?” she asked.

“Let me take you home and leave my car there,” I said. “Cover for me. Mason was supposed to go out tonight with Claire, but Claire got sick. Avery and I were supposed to hang out.

“So, are you going to stay with Avery?” she asked.

“Probably,” I said and shrugged.


“I have before,” I said. “Please.”

“Sure,” she agreed.

The teacher started class, Peyton and I turned our attention to the front of the class. While the teacher was distracted, I pulled my phone to text Avery.

Me: We have a problem.

Avery: I’m not so sure I want to hear it.

Me: Mason is staying home tonight.

Avery: So?

Me: Mason never stays home. He’s going to see if you want to hang out. I lied to Mason and told him I was staying with Peyton. I was going to leave my car at Peyton’s and have you pick me up.

Avery: I’ll just tell Mason that I’m going to Dallas and won’t be home tonight.

Me: What about your truck?

Avery: I’ll park it in the garage. Mom and Jay won’t be home all weekend anyway.

Me: Okay.


“Well, you called it,” Avery said as I climbed into the truck.

“What?” I asked as I threw my bag into the backseat.

“Your brother called me,” Avery said. “I told him I was already on my way to Dallas and that I left right after school.”

“We’re going to have to be careful,” I said.

“Yeah, hopefully he doesn’t fucking see or hear me pull in.”

“He might,” I said. “I can always hear when you pull in.”

“Great, so what the hell are we supposed to do?” Avery asked.

“Well, we could go to Dallas for real. You said you would have to do it Sunday,” I said.

“I’d have to go back home for the money,” he muttered.

“Oh, hmm,” I hummed as I thought about it. “What about leaving the truck at your grandparents place?”

He pursed his lips. “Yeah, I didn’t think of that,” he said. “As long as you don’t mind walking a mile and a half.”

“I don’t mind,” I said and shrugged.

“Alright,” he said.

We pulled away from Peyton’s house and headed out of town. We took a different road that was right before our road and headed about half a mile up it.

I had never been to Avery’s grandparents place, but I met them a long time ago and seen them on several occasions. I knew where they lived but never had any reason to come down here. They don’t come around as much since Jay died.

“So, this is your dad’s parents. Where does your mom’s parents live?” I asked.

“Dallas,” he said. “Stay out here. I’ll go talk to them quick because I’m still not even sure what the hell I’m going to say.”

“Good luck with that,” I said and chuckled.

“Thanks a lot,” he said and winked. He climbed out of the truck.

I grabbed my bag from the backseat and climbed out of the truck. I stayed on the passenger side hidden from the house, just in case Avery didn’t want them seeing me. We were trying to hide it from everyone because we didn’t want it getting back to my brother. The only ones who knew was Peyton and Jade, but I was glad I told them, it worked out in our favor.

Peyton was going to lie to her parents and tell them my car broke down in the drive and I would be back tomorrow to try to get it started.

Avery came back out after several minutes. “Let’s go,” he said. He grabbed my bag from me and slung it over his shoulder. He intertwined our fingers and we walked away. We were careful to stay out of sight from the house.

“So, what did you tell them?” I asked.

“That I needed to borrow Grandpa’s tools to do an oil change and fix a brake line. I told them I would be back tomorrow,” he said.

I chuckled. “You usually do that at your house,” I said.

“They don’t know that. They probably think that Mom sold all of Dad’s tools,” he said.

We weren’t too far from Avery’s when we heard the sound of an engine and gravel crunching under tires. We both stopped.

“Fuck, it’s Mason,” Avery said.

I stood frozen unsure of what to say or do.

Avery pulled on my hand. “Come on!”

We dashed off the road through the grass and behind the nearest tree. Avery kept his back against the tree and held me against his chest. The car drove past without slowing or stopping.

“He didn’t see us,” I murmured.

“That was close,” he muttered.

“Too close,” I agreed.

“Let’s get out of here before he comes back,” Avery said.


“Are you crying?” I asked in disbelief.

“I can’t believe the dog died,” Avery muttered.

I fell back onto the bed and giggled.

“Why would you make me watch this movie? You’re a horrible person,” Avery said and wiped his eyes.

“Oh my god, I didn’t think you would cry! You’re a big tough guy,” I said and laughed harder. “I didn’t know you would be such a wimp!”

“Did you seriously just call me a wimp?” he challenged looking down at me.

“Uh-oh,” I murmured. I rolled over and started to get up to get away from him.

He grabbed me and pinned me down onto the bed. He tickled me more mercilessly than ever before.

“Oh, fuck. Stop, please! I’m sorry!” I screamed through laughter. “So sorry. You’re not a wimp, I swear!”

The sound of a car door shutting made Avery stop and I stopped laughing at once.

“Oh, shit,” Avery mouthed. “Damn, I knew you were too loud. Mason probably heard you screaming,” he teased.

“How can you even tease me at a time like this?” I whisper shouted.

He chuckled and hovered over me. He pressed his lips to mine and jumped off the bed. He peeked out the window.

“Turn the lamp and TV off,” Avery said.

I quickly did as he said. “Who is it?”

“Ryder,” Avery answered. “He’s probably just trying to get some.”

“Don’t they call?” I asked.

“Usually,” Avery said. “But not always.”

“Are the doors locked?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said.

“All three?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. He didn’t look worried about it. He looked out the window after a moment. “He realized the door is locked. He’ll call me in a second.”

A heartbeat later, Avery’s phone started to ring.

Avery put his finger to his lips, a warning to be quiet. He answered the phone. “Hello?”

I could hear a murmur on the other end but couldn’t make it out.

“I’m in Dallas. You could see if Mason has extra. I’ll be back home tomorrow,” Avery lied smoothly. He lied so well that even I almost believed him.

I rolled away from Avery and threw my face into one of the pillows as I shook with laughter.

“Later,” Avery said. The bed shifted as he moved closer. He grabbed my arm and forced me to roll over. “What are you laughing about? I haven’t even started tickling you yet,” he teased.

“Oh please don’t. I had enough of that for one night,” I pleaded.

He chuckled. “Fine, then tell me why you’re laughing,” he said.

“You lie so well and you pick on me for not lying good enough,” I said and giggled.

“It took years of practice,” he teased.

“Do you do it a lot?” I wondered.

“Nah, only when I have to,” he said. “I think I should go hang out with your brother tomorrow or something. He’s going to get suspicious.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” I agreed. “At least I get you tonight.” To myself for once–I thought to myself. It wasn’t easy getting Avery to myself for this long of a time. I didn’t think it would be such a task because we lived right next to each other, but in reality it was probably a harder task because we lived so close.

He stared back into my eyes. “It kind of sucks, doesn’t it? Having a boyfriend that really nobody can know about.”

“It does,” I agreed. “But I would rather be with you and nobody know about it than be with someone else and everyone know about it.”

“Me too,” he murmured. He pressed his lips to mine, causing that same familiar flame. He wrapped an arm around my waist and rolled us until he was on his back and I was on top of him, straddling him.

He tangled one hand into my hair and lowered the other down to my thigh. He deepened the kiss, his tongue massaged mine. Avery slid his hand further up my bare thigh until he reached the thin silk fabric of my shorts.

The closer he got to the throbbing between my legs the hotter the flame in my stomach got. A moan built in the back of my throat.

Avery broke the kiss and bit down on my neck just below my jaw. The action sent a bolt of electricity through my veins. He groaned and pulled my hair slightly. His hand fell from my hair and gripped my hip. He raised his hips, meeting mine.

It stunned me that both of us became aroused so quickly that I had to pull away from him. It was dark but I could see the confusion on his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Avery...” I trailed off. “I’ve never–” I couldn’t finish.

His expression twisted from confusion to surprised. “Oh,” he said and swallowed hard. “God, damn.” His chest was still rising and falling. He sat up and pecked my lips.

“Does it bother you?” I asked.

“No, it surprised me a little. I thought maybe you and Chris...” he trailed off and shrugged. “I mean you two were together a while.”

“He wanted to, but I couldn’t. Something didn’t feel right about it,” I said.

He nodded in understanding.

“Does it bother you?” I wondered.

“No,” he said and shook his head. “We don’t need to do anything that you don’t want to.”

As much as I wanted to believe it didn’t bother him, some small part of me thought he was lying, but it was too hard to tell.

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