The Worst Lesson, Ever.
Chapter 3; And Get It Right.

You stretch a little before the event of last night replay's in your head… and down below. You quickly sit up, but you're not quite sure why you're panicking, except for the fact you should be panicking. You just cheated on your boyfriend, but you really just want to lie back down.

"Ugh, Needy." Jennifer says, barely audible because her face is pressed into a pillow and that's all it takes for you to lie back down, pulling the covers up and over your shoulders. You face her, gently tucking hair behind her ear. She smiles, her eyes fluttering shut, again. You let your eyes grace over her flawless features, and you remember what she said, when she had you wrapped tightly in her arms, like for the first time in her life she was experiencing emotion.

"My mom buys me all this stuff, and most would think I'm spoiled, but I'm not. She buys me these clothes because it's what she wants her little angel to be and I turn them slutty, but it's like she agrees with it. She doesn't let me be a child, I'm an adult and I can't turn back."

You look at the clock and almost burst out laughing, it's almost 12. You slowly get out of bed, putting on a pair of pajama pants and a tank top to find your mom… and hope she didn't already check on you.

"Good lord, it's about time your up." She's sitting at the kitchen table, paper in one hand and a cigarette in the other. "There are a lot of dishes over in the sink." She raises an eyebrow and swings her hand in the direction of the sink. You sigh and get on it. You're halfway through when your mom declares she's leaving… as she's already walking out the door.

"Okay…" You trail off, knowing she didn't hear you as her car is already starting. You angrily wash the dish in your hand. "Yeah, I'm fine, mom! No, I don't need help, thanks for asking!" You decide to take a break, being more irritable at your mom's ways then usual, (probably because you're scarred for life, it's not like murdering your best friend will do that to you) and sit down at the table, putting your head in your shaky hands, taking deep breaths to calm the tears that feel like they're coming, again.

"Fuck her, Needs. She doesn't know the town went to hell." You hear dishes clank after she suddenly appears in the room and your head shoots up, only to see her standing at the sink, wiping once or twice at dishes before quickly rinsing them and kind of just throwing them in the drainer, but it's the fact that she's actually attempting to do the dishes that makes you smile before you realize she's standing in her bra and panties. Then you just shake your head and stand up, taking the glass out of her hand and stepping in front of her.

"Eh, whatever. She's just not mom material, but I honestly think that if she did remember the tragic events, she'd still go out and do this shit. It's just her and –" You realized you were ranting when she suddenly, out of nowhere appeared behind you, hands playing with the hem of your tank top.

"It's a Saturday, I think we should just relax." She whispers right in your ear. You swallow and shut your eyes tight.

"Re – lax?" You drawled out in question form and she giggled, licking the tip of your ear. Her hands moved to the top of your pants and you leaned into her… relaxing, that is, until Chip's voice rang across the house. She let out an exasperated, sigh, disappearing quickly from the kitchen.

"Whoa, Jennifer." You walked out and he had a hand in front of his eyes, another waving at nothing. He leaned in to kiss you, your lips moving against his… but that's all it was, what you thought you felt for him before, is just gone. Poof. Gone. You bury your head in his neck, taking a deep breath.

"Chip, I need to tell you something." You felt him stiffen. "It's –" You felt another hand on your back at the same time chip softly sighed in annoyance.

"It's just that she can't hang out with you right now. I need her help. I'm stealing her, again, but she'll be available later." You pull away, seeing the annoyance still written all over his features, a glare aimed straight for Jennifer.

"One of these days I'm going to find a way to keep you from stealing my girlfriend." He pecked you on the lips, again. "I'll call you, 'kay?" You smiled and nodded, he glared, again before walking out the door.

"I hope not." Jennifer whispered from behind you. You spun around, crossing your arms over your chest and glaring yourself at her.

"What was that about?" She shrugged before walking up the stairs.

"I don't know. Too soon? I just didn't think it was right. Hm. Why did I do that?" She said disappearing into your room. You stomped into your room, wagging a finger at her, but before you could say anything, her lips were firmly attached to yours, again.

It's like everything had to go wrong, for you to get it right.