After the Snow

Chapter 7 - Return

Chapter 7

Return

When I pulled into the apartment parking lot, my hands were shaking. By the time Anthony and I had finished bowling and watching a movie, and we had finally gone home, it had gotten really late. It was close to midnight when we arrived.

"I'm so dead." I whispered, giving Anthony a pleading look. He grabbed one of my hands, stroking the back of it with his thumb.

"You can blame the whole thing on me, it'll be fine." He smiled, pulling me in for a hug. I hugged him back tightly, smiling.

"Thank you or today, and for coming with me last night," I whispered. "To tell the truth I didn't even know where I was going, and I just needed a friend."

"It was no problem," He whispered back, pulling away. Okay, time to face the music. I opened the car door, swinging legs out before I was pulled back. "By the way, don't think I didn't notice that you're wearing the necklace."

I froze, blinking at him for a few seconds. The necklace! I had forgotten all about it. My cheeks burning, I yanked my hand from Anthony's and ran to my apartment. If I had stayed any longer, I'm not sure what would've happened.

"Scott, Mackenzie?!" I screamed, running inside. Immediately I was attacked by a giant hug.

"Bree, are you alright?!" Scott exclaimed, pulling away just enough to cup my face. He turned it side to side, looking me over. "You're not hurt or anything?!"

"Um, no?" I wrinkled my eyebrows, pushing his hands away. "Why would I be?"

"I just...I thought..." He stuttered, looking around frantically. Should I be worried about him? I mean, I knew I had been gone an awfully long time, but gosh. "We had the police looking and everything."

"What?!" I exclaimed, jerking out of his grasp. "Why the hell would you do that?!"

"I was worried," He exclaimed, glaring at me. "What do you expect me to do when you disappear in the middle of the night with a strange guy?!"

"He's not strange to me!" I yelled back. Actually, he was, but I didn't want to point that out. "Call the police right now and tell them it was a miss-understanding."

"First, explain to me what happened," Scott demanded, crossing his arms. The anger that burned in his eyes almost made me flinch. "Did Anthony force you into anything?"

"No!" I yelled, my eyes widening. "I asked him to come with me! I just wanted to get away!" Why would he be afraid of Anthony after I explained everything to him?! He was acting like a jealous brat, not my boyfriend.

His body suddenly went rigid. "Bree, can we talk in our bedroom, please?" He said through gritted teeth. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Anthony standing in the doorway. Great, awkward tension. Huffing, I pushed angrily past Scott and stomped into our bedroom. "Why are you mad at me?!"

"Because, Scott, I thought you trusted me more than jumping to conclusions. Did you honestly think Anthony kidnaped me or something? Does he look like that kind of guy?!" I don't even know why I was that mad, but I could feel the fire burning inside of me. Now, don't get me wrong, I knew Scott should be mad at me, but I think it was his accusation of Anthony that got to me more than anything.

"I don't know him," Scott deadpanned, his eyes suddenly dulling. "I was just so worried." When he looked back up at me, I could see the fear that he had felt, and it really struck my core. I was such a b***h.

"Babe, I'm sorry," I whispered, looking down at my feet. "I wasn't thinking..." Scott sighed, walking up to me.

"Why did you leave?" He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him and making my heart break a little bit more.

"I just needed some time to clear my thoughts...And Anthony came because he forced me to take him." I explained, slowly wrapping my arms around his neck. I just really needed a hug, and thankfully Scott gave it to me.

"You could've woken me, I would've come with you." He whispered, stroking my hair. Tears had started to build up in my eyes as I shook in my boyfriend's arms.

"I..I didn't want to bother you.." I stuttered, biting my tongue. No, don't cry Bree! This isn't something to cry over.

"Are you crying?" Scott asked, pulling away to look at my face. I shook my head, fighting back tears. "Why?"

"I don't know, it's just silly," I shook my head, laughing humorously at myself.

"Well in the future, please wake me up if you need anything." His eyes filled with so much passion as he stared at me, looking into my soul. It made me shiver.

But you know what? I didn't feel that giddy feeling that I felt around Anthony. I didn't feel like I was the luckiest girl in the world because I got a little bit of his attention and I didn't feel like I wanted to jump him right then and there.

Damn, I did not just admit that.

Why didn't I feel like that towards Scott at that moment? He was sure feeling something, I could see it in his eyes. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I pressed my lips firmly against his. I didn't know what else to do, but I had to get my feelings back.

At first, the kiss was slow, but it slowly became more hungry. We started kissing faster, it became wilder. I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He grabbed my lower back, hitting my hips with his.

I still felt nothing.

Desperate, I licked his bottom lip. He opened immediately, eagerly letting me taste him. He tasted good, but I still wasn't getting those butterflies. He grabbed my thighs, squeezing gently and hiking my legs around his waist.

We stumble backward, my back hitting the wall as I squeezed my legs tighter around his waist. Before I knew what was happening Scott hand slipped up my s**t, his fingers painting swirls on my stomach.

Where were those butterflies and that excited feeling?!

I tugged on his hair harder, grinding my hips against his and making him moan. Scott quickly ripped my shirt over my head before crashing his lips back to mine.

I continued to grind against Scott as his lips left mine and he started kissing and sucking down my neck. Hell yes, it felt good, but I didn't feel like a little girl in a candy shop. When he started sucking a spot just below my ear, I moaned. That felt so good.

Scott obviously took this as encouragement, because he quickly grabbed my ass and started walking us towards the bed. He laid me down softly, straddling my hips and pulling his shirt over his head. I ran my fingers over his chest, letting them run down his skin as trace his v line.

Seeing him shirtless did not make me feel like it did with Anthony.

When Scott leaned in for another kiss and started to unhook my bra, I panicked.

"What the hell am I doing." I breathed, pushing his body off of me. Scott rolled over, looking really hurt.

"What do you mean..?" He questioned, leaning in for another kiss. I turned my head to the side so that his lips landed on my cheek.

"This," I said, motioning between us. Suddenly, I felt very exposed.

"I don't understand," He muttered, still hovering way to close to me. "Come on, it felt so right."

No, it didn't, I wanted to scream. But obviously I couldn't, so I just nodded.

Scott obviously didn't get the message, because he leaned in to kiss me again.

"Scott, stop!" I exclaimed, pushing him away again and standing up. I crossed my arms over my chest, hoping to cover myself.

"Bree, come on, I know you want to," He smiled, standing up and stepping closer to me. I backed up, grabbing my shirt from the ground and pulling it over my head.

"Stop, you're acting weird." I was officially scared of Scott.

Plus, the fact I didn't feel anything while almost sleeping with him scared me pretty bad, too.

"Well yeah I'm acting weird, my girlfriend won't have s*x with me. What's wrong?" He asked, taking another step closer. What's wrong with him?! Has he gone mental?!

"I've told you before, I'm not having s*x with you!!" I screamed, stomping my foot. God, had he been drinking or something?

"Come on, were living together," Scott reasoned, taking another step closer. I backed away, gulping. "You know it'll happen eventually, so why not now? You'll be much more fun if you just get laid."

"Get out!" I screamed, pointing to the door. This wasn't my boyfriend in front of me, this was a man that was scaring the pee out of me. "Get out and don't come back until you find my boyfriend!"

He blinked, "Excuse me?" He asked, c*****g his head to the side. Obviously, he was confused, so I pointed to the door again.

"Get out of my apartment. I don't want to see you again until you're acting like the Scott I know." I growled, narrowing my eyes at him. Tears had started to form in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Not in front of him.

"Baby, come on," he cooed, taking a step forward, trying to hug me. I flinched.

"Out!" I screamed, running to the other side of the rook. Tears, having a mind of their own, had started falling down my cheeks. Suddenly, the door burst open.

"Is everything alright?" Anthony asked, looking around frantically. Thank god for his timing! Glaring, Scott stormed out of the room, the front door slamming soon after. My shoulders sagged in relief. Something had been wrong, no doubt about it. That was scary.

"What happened?" Anthony asked quietly, still standing in the doorway. I stared at him for a few seconds through my tears, still shaking. He had done this...

"This is all your fault!"