Forever Friends

Chapter 10

But she didn't want that to get in the way of these moments, so she pushed them aside and leaned up on her tip toes and brushed her lips against his. His hands tightened in the fabric of her dress and it was like the kiss had become a spark. It ignited him. She was finally getting what she wanted. As he was getting what he wanted. Deepening the kiss, Randy held her tightly and started to step her back towards the bed. He let his hand on her back slide up. Two fingers curled around the zipper of her red dress. The sound of the teeth drawing apart made all of this even more real than it had just a few moments ago. Slowly he lowered the dress over her chest, slowly down to her hips, and finally over them. The fabric fell to the ground and he stepped over it as he continued moving her towards the bed.

She felt the knot and it was making it difficult to breathe. Stop it, she screamed at herself. This had been her dream! It was finally coming true, so why did she feel like this?

The back of her legs hit the bed at the far end of the room and she moved down to sit there. Randy broke the kiss and then pulled his shirt off his chest, tossing it in a rumpled mess on the floor before lowering down again. His lips caught hers, her hands moving to his arms. Finally her back rest against the cold sheets and she shivered lightly. She hadn't considered cold, unwelcoming sheets. Trying to find warmth in his embrace, she found herself fighting the thoughts that kept popping into her head. This wasn't the way she pictured it. And her heart was racing so hard when he finally climbed on top of her, her legs on either side of his waist, that she was sure it was about to just stop altogether.

Her hands curled against his arms and she tried desperately to stop her heart from racing. She sucked in a sharp breath as he kissed her neck.

Unaware of her internal struggles, Randy kissed her soft flesh. Definitely just as silky as he thought it would be. This was it. He was finally going to have her. He lowered his hands to the belt in his jeans and opened that, pulling it loose and dropping it by the shirt. Next was his jeans, though before he dropped them, he pulled out his wallet and then tugged a foil wrapped condom from one of the slots. "I always have protection." He said, then lowered to kiss down from her neck.

Always? How many times has he done this? That wasn't part of the plan either. Why wasn't this going like she planned? She heard the laughter from outside the door and knew people were listening. She knew what they'd say. As his hands went to tug her panties down her legs, she just snapped. "Stop!" Her once needing hands became rough and they pushed him back before she could curl herself up against the wall. This wasn't perfect. This wasn't how she imagined. This was all just one big mess! "Stop," she cried again. "Don't touch me."

His heart sunk into his stomach and the first thing he thought was that he'd hurt her somehow. But when he saw the look of fear in her face, he knew it wasn't something he'd done. His hand curled around the condom and he pulled back. "You're not ready." He finally said, disappointed of course, but a little relieved as well. That was exactly what he needed to get himself back together. "It's okay, Sav." He promised, but he needed to get out of this room. He suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe.

After pulling back on his jeans and shirt, Randy then picked up the dress they'd stepped over and held it out to her from as far away as he could get. "Here. Why don't you get dressed and I'll go get you some water, okay?"

Her eyes were wide and she couldn't believe she'd done this. She just missed her chance. "No, wait, I--I am. I'm ready. I am, just.. let's--we can try it again. I'll be better, I promise." What if he never came back when he left?

He shook his head no. "Sav.. just get dressed. It's okay." And thank God it was okay. He walked towards the door, gave her one final look and then stepped out. He could finally breathe.

Sitting on the bed, Savannah felt like she was close to tears. What the hell just happened? She had to get out. Pulling her dress on, the zipper only going up half way, she grabbed her heals and then rushed out into the hall. But there was a line of people in the hallway and they were all staring at her. She was dishelved, hair a mess, clothes half on. Someone from the football team held up a camera and snapped a picture of her. The tears built even harder as someone else mentioned her walk of shame. It can't happen like this. Tears on her cheeks, she pushed through the crowd and ran.

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Georgia found the door to the outside world and it was the greatest thing in the world. She couldn't find Savannah so she assumed that it had to mean that she was able to get Randy up the stairs. She worried about her but there wasn't any way to stop Savannah from doing this, so all she could do was be there and pick up the pieces when it all fell apart. Georgia truly believed it would, she didn't wish failure on her cousin, but things like fate and destiny were stories that people told little girls to perpetuate this 'princess' lie.

She took a drink of the water and dumped the aspirin down her throat, trying to kill this pain in her head. Unbelievable, she told herself, being the kind of girl that runs into doors related to the kind of girl that gets every boy's head turning in the room. It was going to be a curse, she could tell already. She would always love and care for Savannah though, so even if what that pompous jackass upstairs said was true, she wouldn't make her cousin go through anything alone. Ever since they were little kids, they had promised each other they would be here for each other.

Georgia leaned up against the deck, still hiding from the party, ready to go. So ready to get out of here, but she couldn't bail until she knew Savannah was okay. Rule number one; never ever leave your party buddy alone.

Georgia only needed to see the flash of red and the bright blonde before she was jogging across the grass. Savannah's hair looked messy, disheveled, she looked unnerved and not at all like herself.

"Gigi," Savannah was breathless and reached out for her cousin. She wrapped her arms around her waist and she buried her head into her chest. Savannah didn't know what was making her do this, what was making her say it, but the words had already fallen out of her mouth before she could stop it. "He raped me."

Georgia blinked, shock crossing her face as she looked down at her quivering cousin.

"Wh—What?" Georgia stammered, but Savannah turned her eyes up to Georgia.

"We have to go, now."

"Well, wait, Savvy, we should call the cops or something."

"No!" Savannah grabbed her arms, her eyes darting around wildly, "No—No let's just go home."

Georgia looked down at her and let out a sigh. "Okay," She said, hooking an arm around her cousin's waist. Savannah was crying and shivering. That never happened. Georgia started to pull her away from the party and hoped no one heard.

In the end though, one person heard, and that was enough.

Accusations have a way of spreading like wildfire.