As I left the train, I decided to send three texts. One to Helen, explaining that the date went well, and that I was interested in him. One to my family, explaining that I wouldn’t be home tonight, but not to panic or worry. And the third I sent to my best friend Charlotte, who would be wondering why I wasn’t at home. I told her where I was, just in case she needed me, and then walked along with Jaster. We reached his house, and I gasped. The place was huge! Almost castle-like, the gothic architecture loomed overhead. I giggled as he opened the door and let me in, taking off my shoes and followed him upstairs. “Don’t worry, I’m not about to make you do something you don’t want to.” He said reassuringly, and I followed him into his bedroom. This was also huge, and I saw why he’d led me straight here.
The room was enormous. On the far wall was a large, American-style fridge-freezer, and on the wall opposite the bed was a wall-mounted flat-screen TV. He had several games consoles scattered around beneath it, each with its wires snaking up behind the TV. A computer lay on an expensive-looking desk to one side, and I could see both an en-suite bathroom and a walk-in-wardrobe to one side. I gasped. “It’s… amazing!” I said, as he walked over, opening the refrigerator. “Ya want anything?” I shook my head, and he closed the door, not picking out anything for himself. Blushing slightly, I stood anxiously before he said, “Oh make yourself at home, sit anywhere you want.” I looked around, noticing only the chair by the desk, and decided it would be easier to sit on the bed. So I sat down, and noticed how soft it was. He laughed slightly, and jumped down beside me. “So, what do you wanna do?” I frowned slightly. “I don’t know… it’s up to you, I guess.”
He smiled cheekily, and leaned forward. “Well… I wanna do this.” He placed a gentle hand on my cheek and leaned forward, closing his eyes and kissing me lightly. Electricity shot through me as his lips touched my own, and my hand found its way to his shoulder, rubbing gently. “You… do want me…” He began, and I bit my lip slightly. “I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship right now, but… I’ve developed feelings for you…” He smiled “That’s good.” He leant closer and kissed me again, shuffling forwards to pull me into his sweet embrace. I melted beneath his touch, his smooth, warm hands pulling me closer, until I could feel his heart beating alongside my own. His fingers intertwined with mine, we lay there, kissing for a while, until he pulled back. “I… I understand if you don’t want to, but I want… want you.” I blushed. “I think… it’s up to you. If you want to…” He nodded, and kissed me again. Slowly, I felt a hand slide beneath my shirt, and I began to go crazy from his touch. “Don’t worry…” He began, “I won’t hurt you…”
“Stevie, Stevie please wake up! Please!” I heard the voice in my dreams, but it was the droplets of water that woke me. As the third splashed onto my face, I opened my eyes, looking straight up into those of Charlotte. She looked worried, more than she ever had before, and she smiled sadly. “Don’t worry, Stevie, the ambulance is on it’s way. You’re gonna be fine.” I looked up, questioningly, and began to notice a pain in… well, everywhere. I looked down, blushing wildly as I noticed my lack of clothing, but then I felt the colour drain from my face as I noticed the many gashes on my chest and stomach, and the amount of blood on the carpeting beneath me, and spilling forth from my wounds.
As I was pushed into the Ambulance, I began to lose consciousness once more. I couldn’t remember a thing about what had happened, only the name and face of the boy I was with. I… I remembered a huge room, full of, well, everything, and I sat on the bed… I could remember no more. I slipped out of consciousness, everything falling into darkness, Charlotte’s hand gripping my own, my only link to the normal world.
The next time I opened my eyes, I was in Hospital. My wounds had been bandaged, and I was sat upright in a hospital bed. I looked over to see both Charlotte and Helen sitting my by bedside. “You’re awake!” Helen began, and they both smiled. “Your family’s gonna be here soon.” I smiled gently, and then began blushing. “Charlotte, about… my state when you say me, I…” Charlotte blushed herself. “Don’t worry. I’m erasing my memory of your lower regions, thanks.” I smiled, and Helen giggled slightly, her light brown hair dancing with her head. “The doctors say you’re recovering really quick, and you’ll be okay within a week, they’re just flesh wounds. But the police want to know who did it?” I frowned. “He… tricked me. Jaster. Jaster Tribal. He’s about 6 foot 3, silvery hair, electric blue eyes.” Charlotte nodded, and pulled out a pen and paper. I yawned slightly. “I think I’m going to take a nap.”
They never did catch Jaster. Disappeared without a trace. They checked his family records, though, and they say he’s the only son of a notorious mass-murderer, “Kuja Tribal”. Seems like he’s taken on his father’s habits. I would never see Jaster again, and of that, I’m glad. My first date… ruined. My first true attraction, ruined. It’s been two years since then, and I’m still worried about guys. But I can’t stay worried forever, right?
***** I was wondering, does anyone want me to continue this storyline? ~Gildas *****
