40 Steps to Fate (24 Steps-YOUNG ADULT RATING)

by Steven in Illinois

25 Steps

            The party was only in 4 days…

            I knew that sounded stupid, since that was still pretty far, but for some reason, I was dreading the party…Tristan hadn’t even called it that, he called it a “Prom, but better, man,” so I didn’t really know what classification it should receive. I finally started getting back on track with Jamie, so things were a lot better now.

            “You think anybody here will think of this place the same here, with all that’s happened?” I asked her one time, while we were talking during lunch. “Perhaps,” she whispered. “I don’t really think many people will look at us the same though…it’s almost like a ‘Oh, he goes to our school’ type of thing…I think these changes could end up being for the better, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they did become that. But honestly? I think you and I are the only real celebs coming out of these incidents,” Jamie lightly kissed me on the cheek, and I could help but return her peck. She smiled lightly. “The world will one day know who we are, Stephen. For now, though, let’s try to enjoy privacy while we still can…”

3 days were left before the party, which I was starting to feel more and more against attending. There were a bunch of things I really didn’t enjoy these days, but the “celeb” treatment was gonna drive me nuts any day. However, grinning and bearing it was the only option available, or just simply risking a bunch of people slapping you…or ending up being a media embarrassment.

            Jamie and I kept getting separated, not wanted together, or even sometimes, just right next to each other, posing for the “cute couple” pic. I really didn’t want it, so I started locking myself in my room, with Jamie climbing up through the window, giving a password, then kicking the ladder down. Eventually, I taught her how to navigate up the side of the house. Step up onto the deck, then get onto the window sill, then kinda stretch and make it to the other window sill, then with a simple pull of my hand, you were in.

            Simple as that, but reporters tried to follow up, and some did end up falling to their injuries: broken backs or collarbones, bruises, and a couple of people who landed in the ER for multiple reasons.

            Their fault, not ours.

            Jamie talked to me one day, saying, “Did you remember it’s your birthday?” she asked. I looked up at her. So it was indeed, and I had forgotten it as if it was an annoying math problem I had done in 3^rd grade. She smiled. “Mine is on the day of the party, believe it or not,” she remarked, and I scoffed, “Really? My birthday is on the 4^th of July, and I’m used as a firework, and everybody’s all happy with me. Joy to the world, indeed.” She laughed, then lightly kissed my mouth. I smiled mockingly. “Not good enough, I’m afraid,” I whispered, then pulled her in, and she was part of me, in me, filling me up, and her tongue thrust into mine, mine into her jaw, and there we were, lying on that bed, kissing, and feeling bliss as ever, for the first time in nearly forever. My hand slowly reached up to the backzip of her dress, and began to pull the zip loose…

            A hard knock on the door. I looked up over Jamie’s shoulder and saw reporters filming. They were making the “None of that on the TV, please” look. Angry, I got up, then pushed the window hard, so that they fell off.

            Nobody would mess with us after that one.

            Slowly, I crawled back with her on the bed. She smiled. I whispered, “You’re up to it? We’re underage and stuff, you know,” Her smile widened.

            “Oh please, I’ve been shot, have known a murder, have even smoked once, believe it. How much more rebellious would this be?” she asked. “Besides,” she whispered, kissing me again. “I want the first time to be with you, not some other jock…the real first time, too, not where some idiot drugged me.”

            So there we were, my hands fumbling at her, her hands fumbling at me, and the kiss was no longer warm…our tongues were of fire, and the flames made us lose control…soon enough, we were there, bare skin against bare skin, and her light moans and lovely feeling made our fire burn…there was pain in her voice, but I no longer felt any sympathy…we moved as one body, and moved through the pain, until it left, replaced by pleasure, then joy, until the only thing left there was purely a feeling of warmth and happiness and love.