He’s not interested in getting to know me or anything. They bought a house and moved to a new town without even asking me what I thought about it. And they put me in the pool house because they want their privacy. So I don’t have a lot to brag about when it comes to parental involvement.”
She moves the hair out of her eyes and looks at me with a serious expression before she says, “I’m sorry, Colin, but I understand that story, believe me. My mom cheated on my dad before she died in a car accident when I was young. My dad raised us and lets just say, he wouldn’t ever win father of the year. Three years ago, my grandmother took over raising us. And she’s mostly indifferent but gives us money like it’s going out of style. I absolutely hate parental figures. They’re all fake and pretend like they give a shit, but they really don’t.”
I hear the pain and hurt that comes out in her voice, and this time I give in and pull her into my chest. I don’t want her to hurt because the adults in our lives don’t care about us. That’s on them, not us. She buries her face, and I stroke her hair as she lets out one sob.
We stay like that for a long time, and I keep touching her gently as she hides her face. I wonder if this is why I’m so drawn to her. It wasn’t only her beauty or wildness. But the pain that she feels right below the surface is the same as my own. I want her to be able to depend on me, and I want to be able to take away her hurt and not let it build up and be too much for her to handle.
Slowly, she eventually pulls her face up and tilts her head to look up at me. Her eyes are still watery, but she looks so delicately pretty with her wild hair blowing in the wind and her eyes shining that amazing color as she looks into my eyes.
“Enough of the sad stuff, I need to know the good details now,” she says as she grabs my hand and starts to walk again. “Have you ever had sex?” I stiffen up and do a double take at her. “Don’t look at me in bewilderment, come on, Colin. It’s a legitimate question. Have you had sex?” I shake my head no and tense up. I don’t think I can handle her telling me about her sexual history without wanting to punch every asshole that’s touched her.
“Oh, wow, that’s a nice surprise. I haven’t had sex either, and I don’t plan to until I’m at least seventeen. I don’t think it ever helps a girl if she has sex before she’s ready.” Relieved, I feel like I can breathe again and have to ask her, “You’ve never had sex, really?” She giggles this time and says, “Really, I haven’t, I promise. I’m not telling you I haven’t made out with a few guys, but I don’t want to hate sex because I jumped the gun on it. I’m waiting until I trust and want the guy, and I want to be at an age where I feel ready for it. Any guy that truly cares about me will respect that.”
She puts some emphasis on that last part, and I’m starting to think she’s directing it at me. “I agree with you completely, Reagan. You absolutely need to wait till you’re ready, and I’d fuck up anyone that told you it should be any different.” She looks at me with what I think is respect and suddenly jumps in my arms and wraps her legs around me. Her weight is so light that I easily hold her to me and continue walking.
She keeps staring at me, and her expression starts to turn into one of bafflement. Finally, I say, “What?” She leans her face into mine and says harshly, “You’re an idiot.” Confused, I ask, “What? Why would you say that?” She grabs the back of my head and whispers in my ear, “Because I was waiting on you to do this.”
With those words, she pulls my head close and lands her full lips on mine. My