Misguided Truths: Part One

  MISGUIDED

  TRUTHS

  PART ONE

  Written by

  Sarah Elizabeth

  Copyright © 2014 by Sarah Elizabeth

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  Table of Contents

  Sarah Elizabeth

  Copyright © 2014 by Sarah Elizabeth

  Disrespectful

  Brandon

  Holly

  Brandon

  Our First ‘Non Date’.

  Brandon

  Holly

  Sweet Kiss

  Holly

  Brandon

  Happy Anniversary

  Brandon

  Holly

  Unreasonable

  Holly

  Regrets

  Holly

  Fallen

  Holly

  Dinner & A Movie

  Brandon

  Holly

  Saying Goodbye

  The Inquisition

  Hope

  The Beginning of Everything Else

  Disrespectful

  Brandon

  And this is the very reason why I try to avoid being landed with the duty of the designated driver, especially on a partying weekend.

  It’s coming up to eleven o’clock on a Friday night, and everyone around the place seem to be totally trashed already. Yeah alright, I’ll admit it. I wish I were the one who was completely and utterly intoxicated right about now.

  We’re finally done with high school. For good. A friend of ours had decided on celebrating this very milestone by throwing a house party while his parents are away for the weekend. It was officially our last day today, and I’ve gotta say, I’m pretty thrilled about that. Yeah, I’ll be going to college once the summer is over, that has always been my intention. But, if I’m honest, I’m more excited about the next few weeks that lie ahead. I should be able to get my band up together, and hopefully line up a few gigs along the way before college starts in the fall.

  Music is my life.

  “Brandon!”

  Here she comes. The girl I hooked up with last weekend and someone I hadn’t exactly planned on running into again, especially while stone cold fucking sober. “Hannah,” my voice is low, and it unintentionally reveals just how disinterested I am of her presence here tonight. I try to focus my eyes on anything other than the huge rack she’s trying to push in my face, and into my hands, nonetheless. “You having a good time?”

  Taking a sip of my soda, I look around while I try to find the guys I brought over here with me. I need to make a quick getaway before she attempts to drag me off into one of the other rooms for round two. Or, was it three? I really don’t remember.

  “It’s Heather.”

  Oh fuck.

  Of course it is. I grimace, but then realize that she most probably doesn’t give a shit about whether I remember her name or not anyways. She doesn’t seem like the kinda girl who would get hung up on that kinda thing.

  “You fancy coming upstairs and …?” her voice trails, but she really doesn’t need to finish asking her question. Running her fingers over my chest, she raises her eyebrows, and pouts her lips in what I can only assume to be her way of being seductive and trying to lure me to go with her someplace quieter.

  Everyone else seems to be having a great time, and it doesn’t look as though I’ll be leaving at any time soon if my eyes aren’t deceiving me right now. Yeah, I just spotted the guys, and they appear to be far too enthralled with the poker game they’re playing to be wanting to leave just yet.

  Debating on whether I should take her up on her offer, I glance around to see what else is going on around the place. Okay, and maybe to see if a particular blonde decided to make an appearance tonight.

  Holly, being that particular girl.

  She’s in the grade lower than me and I’ve kinda liked her for a while. She and her friends hang out with me and the guys sometimes, mainly in the school cafeteria or if we happen to bump into them at the mall or someplace.

  I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about her that gets me every time. Her smile seems to be able to lighten up even the darkest of rooms. She’s fucking gorgeous and completely unobtainable. She’s way out of my league. We’re like two opposites. The yin and the yang. We’re too different, and actually admitting this to myself is really starting to piss me off. I don’t see her anywhere, so she obviously decided not to come after all.

  Helen? Heather? Who even gives a fuck? I need to get outta here.

  “Lead the way,” I finally answer, while smiling down at the woman beside me.

  She takes my hand and leads me from the room and over towards the stairs. The smirk she’s wearing over her mouth is becoming darker by the second and is making me wonder exactly what surprises she has in store for me when we make it up onto the first floor.

  “I know what’ll help put a smile back on that delicious face of yours …” Heather purrs as she glances over her shoulder. She focuses her attention solely on me as she leads me into the bathroom. “You seem a little tense tonight, Brandon.” She licks her lips and leans up to whisper in my ear. “Maybe I can help you out with that.”

  Yeah, no. That wasn’t a question, and I can already feel my dick twitching in my pants.

  Before I have the time to say anything, she’s already closed the door and has both of her hands placed against my chest. She backs me up until I can feel the sidewall against the back of my body, and then presses her breasts against my chest until they’re almost spilling over the low cut dress she’s wearing, “You think so, Heather? And how exactly do you think you’re gonna …?”

  I’m unable to finish what I was about to say as my eyes drop down to her hands. She doesn’t waste any time in unfastening the button on my pants and unzipping the fly. Damn. I notice a mischievous twinkle appear in her eyes and watch her as she yanks at my pants, allowing them to fall down and around my knees.

  As she licks her lips slowly again, the smile broadens across my cheeks as she takes me in her hand. Oh, this is gonna be good. I can already sense that she means business, and I may actually remember this in the morning, which is most likely gonna be a first for me.

  My eyes widen with surprise due to the fact that I wasn’t expecting her next move.

  What started out as playful teasing as she drew her mouth closer towards my dick, now has me throwing my head against the wall. Clenching my eyes shut, I’m unable to control my heavy breaths as she takes me in her mouth.

  Shit! Does this girl not even have a gag reflex?

 
As she plunges me deeper, I feel myself hitting the back of her throat which makes a deep groan of satisfaction rumble out from my chest. If it was really this good the last time then surely I would have remembered, even after the skin full of alcohol I’d consumed during our last encounter.

  Damn this girl is on fire. And, the best part? The best part is that she won’t want any of that commitment crap that usually tends to come along with this kinda thing.

  She swirls her tongue around my girth, which makes me re-open my eyes, and I watch her doing her thing from underneath my hooded gaze. She appears to be enjoying this moment just as much as I have to admit that I am.

  Grabbing the back of her head with one of my hands, I grip my fingers firmly into her hair and pull her closer, just as I’m about to explode.

  Ragged breaths and moans from the woman who’s kneeling before me has me changing my mind about this whole evening. Perhaps this party isn’t so lame after all. And, damn. I bet she’ll even swallow.

  She gazes up at me, and I can see the delight within her eyes when she finally begins to pull away. I think it’s likely to assume that this isn’t quite the end to our evening, “I pleasure you … now it’s your turn to pleasure me.” She runs her finger slowly up over my stomach, under my shirt, and over my chest as she gets back up onto her feet.

  Yeah, I somehow thought that would be the case.

  I keep my eyes on her as she turns around, and notice her watching me through the reflection in the mirror. I grab her hands and place them flat on the counter top in front of us. Gripping her by the waist with my right hand, I lift the back of her dress with my left, then reach for my pocket to take out a condom. I’ve come to the conclusion that this evening is definitely improving with each single second that passes by.

  “I want you to fuck me hard, Brandon.” She doesn’t once take her eyes away from the mirror as I slide the condom on.

  She wants it hard?

  She’s got it.

  Holly

  “I’ll be right back!” I call down to Naomi as I make my way up the stairs. I’ve been to this place a couple of times before so I know which way I need to head. This is a great thing considering I’ve really got to pee.

  I knock a few times and wait. I don’t hear a sound, though it’s unlikely that I would over the loud music that’s blaring out from the sound system on the floor below. I wait for another couple of seconds, but I don’t think I can hold it in any longer. Turning the handle, I push the door, and relief floods through me when it opens up straight away.

  Thank God.

  “Yes!” I hear a woman cry out. “Harder!”

  “Oh. Um …” I can’t speak. It seems I’ve walked into something that I really didn’t want to walk into, or see, for that matter. “I-I-I’m sor—” As I try to get my words out, two pairs of eyes become fixated on me from over on the other side of the bathroom.

  Well, this is awkward. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so embarrassed. A girl from my class is bending over the bathroom counter with her dress up high around her waist and has her butt sticking up in the air. Standing directly behind her and grasping at her hair and waist? Brandon. Brandon Taylor.

  He’s … I’m not so sure how I would describe him. He’s tall. He’s good-looking. In fact, he’s extremely attractive. Though, he seems to know that he is. He’s confident. He’s witty. And, he has the majority of the girls around Olympia willing to drop their panties for him in a flash or with a single wave of his hand.

  Over the past couple of weeks, our friends have spent more time within each other’s company and for some pathetic reason that right now is completely unbeknown to me, I thought that maybe the rumors about him and his reputation were just that. Rumors. But, I guess I was wrong. And to think that he was one of the reasons why I decided to come here tonight. Stupid idea. Ridiculous. What on earth had I been thinking?

  “Holly,” his eyes have widened, and to give him a little credit, he looks mortified by the current situation he seems to have found himself in.

  I shake my head and back out of the room without saying another word. There must be another bathroom somewhere else in the house. It’s a big place. Yes. Yes, I really need to get out of here. Now.

  “Holly, wait up!”

  I can hear him calling after me, but how in God’s name am I supposed to look him in the eye after witnessing him going hard at it with some girl from my class? Well the answer to that is simple. I can’t. I reach the bottom of the stairs and push my way through the gathering of people who are hanging out in the hallway. I head towards the kitchen to go in search for Naomi.

  “Whoa! Slow down!” A hand appears from my left and lands on my shoulder, stopping me from getting any further. “What’s the hurry?”

  Neil,” I answer him with a smile, and try to keep my voice even, while at the same time, willing myself to block the images of what I just witnessed upstairs from out of my mind. “Hi.”

  He’s eyeing me curiously, and I can see that he’s waiting for me to answer him.

  ‘Oh, y’know, I just walked in on one of your best friends in the bathroom and he was fucking some girl from in my class’ brains out.’

  “I need a drink. I’m parched.”

  Liar.

  “Here, let me grab you one,” he places his arm around my shoulders, and walks me towards the kitchen counter that’s fully lined with kegs of beer and plastic glasses. “Beer?”

  I shake my head and point over towards the bottles of soda to the left side. I’m seventeen and have never been grounded in my entire life. I’d prefer to keep it that way, especially now that school’s out for the summer break. My mom and dad have been lenient already by not handing me a curfew for tonight. I don’t want to start pushing my luck or break their trust now.

  He hands me the cup with a smile, “You look …” his eyes search over me before he brings them back to meet with mine. “You look amazing.” I feel my cheeks beginning to blush, but just as I’m about to respond, I hear my best friends voice from across the room.

  “There you are!” I turn around and see Naomi striding over to join us. “So, is he here?”

  I throw her a look, but don’t answer. She’s my closest friend, and she knows the main reason why I wanted to come tonight. Though, I’d rather that he wasn’t mentioned again, especially while one of his best friends is standing right beside us and within ear shot.

  “Who were you looking for?” Neil’s eyeing me speculatively. I don’t answer his question as my eyes land behind him. Brandon’s walking through the doorway and heading straight over to us. My stomach’s beginning to tie itself in knots.

  Get over it. He’s sooo not your type, Holly. Or rather, you’re not his.

  Naomi nudges my arm with hers when he steps beside Neil and I. Luckily, they don’t seem to notice this action. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Brandon Taylor look so uncomfortable before. Nervous even. He rakes one of his hands through his hair while the other remains down by his side, and I notice that he fails to make any eye contact with me.

  “I guess he is,” Naomi winks while stepping forward. “Neil, I think it’s about time I taught you some moves on the dance floor.” Now it’s Neil’s turn to appear slightly horrified. I’ll give him a half hour before she has him completely flustered and begging to be released from out of her clutches.

  I try to gain her attention so she’ll realize that I don’t want to be left on my own with Brandon anymore. I did about twenty minutes ago, but I realize my mistake now. I don’t even know what I’d say to him for starters.

  ‘Sorry I walked into your little fuckfest. I hope you managed to find some relief before you came back out to the party?’

  I don’t think so somehow.

  We stand in silence, and he rolls back and forth on his heel as an uncomfortable atmosphere takes over the small space between us. As soon as our eye meet, I’m the first to look away.

  “Hey!” Oh, great. “Where the hell did you go? I wasn’t done with
you yet, big boy.” And, I think I was just a little sick in my mouth.

  “Heather. Not now. I’m kinda in the middle of something here,” his voice is short, and I notice him shrugging her away from him when she tries to wrap her arm around his waist. Her face immediately falls and she’s beginning to look upset. Not like she’s going to cry or anything. She’s starting to look pretty pissed, and she narrows her eyes on me when she glances between the two of us.

  “I’ll leave you guys to it,” I say quietly, feeling Brandon’s eyes on me as I walk around them and head back up towards the bathroom. What I walked into distracted me and so I’ve only just become aware again of how desperately I need to pee.

  Brandon

  Pushing myself forward when I hear the bathroom door unlocking from the inside, I watch Holly hesitating in the doorway when she sees me standing in front of her.

  She throws me a small smile before she immediately goes to walk by me and towards the stairs.

  “Wait, Holly.” I have no idea what to say to her. I just know I wanna be around her. Of all the chicks to walk into the bathroom at that precise moment, it had to have been her, didn’t it? Of course it did.

  “Why?” she asks while eyeing me with caution.

  I shrug my shoulders once and walk slowly towards her. She seems pissed. Shit. I’m pissed. We’d most likely be having a fun time together if it wasn’t for what happened with Heather earlier, “I thought that maybe we could hang out together or something.”

  She shakes her head and turns back around, pausing to let someone by her on the top step. I watch them exchange words and despise the way his eyes are roaming over her. Shit. I really need to get a grip of myself.

  The guy stops and goes to stand right beside her. If my memory serves me correctly, I think it’s one of the guys from her class. Chad. This feeling … I don’t know how to explain it. I feel like someone’s just punched me hard in the goddamn stomach. I’ve never felt this way when I’ve seen other girls chatting to guys like him. Captain of the football team. Straight A student. Shit, no.