changed the subject about going to dads party. “I think you two are spending too much time together, it’ll do you some good to kick back and chill with all of your friends and family.”
“I don’t think we are, he doesn’t seem to be getting tired of me or anything.” I said with a shrug. Normally wouldn’t guys complain about something like that?
We lost that game, so I knew that Ronnie wouldn’t be in a good mood. Instead of waiting around for him I rode with Theresa to the dorm and sent him a text to let him know he could come over if he wanted to. I needed to pack for my trip home.
“I have got a killer headache tonight jeez.” Theresa groaned and fell onto her bed. She had always suffered from migraines, usually triggered by stress or something she had eaten.
“Did you eat anything you’re not supposed to?” I asked as I took my uniform off.
She shook her head but didn’t answer me, “I think I need to see the eye doctor again.” She mumbled.
I turned the room light off and went into the bathroom so I could shower. I dressed in my pajamas, when I walked into the room Theresa was curled up on her side still wearing her cheer uniform. “You need help changing into your pj’s?” I whispered as I sat down on her bed.
She nodded her head gently, then squeezed her eyes shut. I knew that these migraines would come on fast and would make her miserable. When we were growing up her mom was always so worried that she had some kind of tumor that caused them. She has had so many scans done we’ve lost count but the doctors finally concluded it wasn’t anything to be concerned about. Just as I slid her top off and helped her put a t-shirt on my phone beeped with a new message. After I had her skirt off, I went to the small kitchen and got her two of her extra strength Excedrin and a cool glass of water. I heard my phone beep again with another message so I handed the pills and water to Theresa and she slowly moved to take them. Then there was three loud bangs on our door, I cringed and Theresa winced then put a pillow over her head. I hurried to the door and pulled it open, there stood Ronnie and he looked one hundred percent pissed off.
“Shh,” I patted the air, “Theresa isn’t feeling good.” I whispered.
Ronnie bent down to my face so we were eye to eye, “I don’t give a fuck, get your shit and meet me at the truck.”
I walked out the door but didn’t shut it completely, “No I still have to pack, I’m leaving early and since she’s not feeling good I’m taking my car.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose, clenched his jaw muscle then looked down at me. “You can fucking stay at my place go.get.your.shit.”
I shook my head no at him, “She’s not feeling good I’m staying here.” I pointed at the door. Then I turned to walk back inside but Ronnie grabbed my bicep in another tight grip causing me to wince from already tender spot.
“I’m staying here then.” He said and pushed me through the door, thankfully he didn’t slam the door he gently let it click shut then locked it. Ronnie followed me over to my bed, quickly pulled his shirt off and stripped his jeans off then climbed into the bed and laid on the side closest to the wall. It was almost too dark to see but as my eyes adjusted I could see the outline of his body so I climbed in and laid down on my side and faced away from him. He laid on his side and wrapped his arm around my waist slid his hand up my shirt and started rolling my nipple between his fingers. Then he brushed my hair off of my neck and started lightly kissing my neck and licking a circle at my pulse point. I tried to push his hand away from my breast but he roughly gripped it and whispered, “Don’t.”
I kicked his shin, “Stop it.” I whispered through clenched teeth. Theresa was now facing away from us lying on her side with her pillow pressed over her