In this week’s piece of flash fiction a young girl dealy with love and peer pressure. Enjoy!
Rachel pushed the boy towards me. “This is Caleb,” she said.
I knew that. I’d had a crush on Caleb for a long time, the way he brushed his brown, messy hair off his forehead to reveal mischievous blue eyes.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” said Rachel, and left the bedroom.
I’d never done it before, but I was sure Caleb had. This was the last party of the year. Next year I’d be a Senior, and it’d be pathetic if I was the only Senior who hadn’t done it.
“I like your dress, is that… Zara?” I kissed him to shut him up. Would it hurt? I hoped it wouldn’t, but all the girls said it hurt first time. Mom said to wait, but the girls said it was better to get it over with.
Caleb sat next to me on the bed. His Adam’s apple stuck out, looking manly and vulnerable all at once. He was already a Senior, he’d be off to college next year.
“We can just talk, if you like,” said Caleb. I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down and decided to go for it.
“Let’s do it,” I said. “But…”
He leaned in close.
“Can we lock the door?”
“Sure.” He bounded over and twisted the key to the door of Rachel’s bedroom, dampening the make out music. Everyone was downstairs, listening to hear if I’d cry out. I blushed at the thought of going downstairs with Caleb afterwards. Would he hold my hand? The thought of it almost made me puke, and my cheeks burned red. He took his shirt off as he came back to the bed.
“Should I?” My voice shook as I shrugged my shoulders, asking if he wanted me to undo the buttons of my dress. God, I knew nothing!
“Up to you,” said Caleb. “I promise not to get blood on you.”
I felt his teeth on my neck and it hurt. I gasped, but didn’t cry out. He drank some blood. It felt like a lot, but I don’t know, maybe it was only a little?
Afterwards, I felt cold and mature. Rachel and the others gave us a round of applause when we came downstairs. I felt at my teeth with my tongue, but they didn’t seem different.
“It’ll take a little while for them to grow.” Caleb held my hand and brushed the hair off his forehead. I watched the Adam’s apple dance in his neck, licking my lips.
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Noch nicht gelesen-aber erinnert mich an einen Song in Jugendzeiten:
Rote Lippen soll man küssen….
Nun habe ich gelesen und…..es kam anders als ich dachte!
Er vergnügte sich nur…..der Blutsauger!