There was disappointment shining in Vicky's eyes so I knew I'd fucked up. That blowjob was probably a low blow, no pun intended. I don't know what had come upon me that I'd acted like an asshole, a total monster. It's like I willed my brain to do the right thing, I thought I had things figured out until it wasn't.

Last time, I'd lost it when Vicky said she didn't plan on going with me to college and I'd acted on pure impulse. I hadn't felt shitty after that, not even one percent of guilt if I was being honest; I knew I'd made a mistake just by looking at her.

She would never leave me...

I knew she would support my decisions. I wanted to make sure that she stayed by my side...forever because she understood me better than anyone else.

My dad was acting shittier as always. He'd gotten rid of all the snakes in my sanctuary and donated them to the state's Reptile association. I'd gone on a mini-rampage at home that entailed a broken window, some antiques, and blistered knuckles. If that wasn't enough I'd threatened Dad with a few other things.

"If you don't bring my snakes back, I'm going to hurt myself and call child protection services." I threatened him.

Dad's brow arched up, and he'd seen it coming. "And what would you achieve by doing that, son?"

My hands were balled into fists. "They'd know that you're an abusive asshole, and I'll be taken away from here."

He smiled, "And then what?"

"I'll go live with Uncle Vincent."

"Do what you want to, Tyler. No one's going to believe you." He regarded me silently, "Pets are dogs, cats, hamsters, not snakes. They belong in the wild, not on this property. I gave you enough liberty, and freedom to do what made you happy and certainly, you took advantage of it."

I was seething. "I have enough dogs and cats. I rescued those snakes from the wild and they were my friends! You had no right to give them away!"

"I have every right to do as I see fit. You've been spending a total of five-thousand dollars a month on all of your sixty pets. Where does that money come from, have you given that a thought? You get to keep them because I allow it. Next thing I know, you'll bring an elephant onto the property. If you want to continue to take care of these pets with the help of my funding, we do it my way. Snakes will not be allowed, and that's final."

At that moment, I hated my dad more than anyone else.

I tried not to think of that and paid attention to 'now.' After school got over, Vicky and I drove around in the truck that I'd brought to school today, a chrome black Dodge RAM with plenty of space in the back. I'd driven us a little out of town and parked by the river. I wanted to tell her everything, for the first time I wanted to put my head on her shoulder and cry, maybe I was overreacting, but those reptiles had meant a lot to me.

My mind was sidetracked by Vicky's constant blabbering about how Harper was being a bitch to her just because she was dating me. I watched her closely, my muse as she spoke excitedly with her hand gestures. I'd given her a Varsity jacket similar to mine with the words ′Tyler's girl' printed on the back. She'd gotten fucking happy, and it had also meant I could keep other boys off from preying her permanently.

"You're not talkative today." She noted and then worked her fingers into my hair, "What's wrong baby?"

I stared at her like a creep, "Nothing."

She threw a look outside. We were practically in the middle of nowhere, and it was pitch black outside. She turned to give me an amused look, "Why are we here? Are you planning on murdering me and stashing my body somewhere in the fields?"

I laughed, "You sure can read my mind."

She punched me playfully, "Loser."

I gave her my best serial killer look, "Let's play a game, Vicky," I said in my best Scream's ghost-face impression and that got a laugh out of her. "Be honest, are you scared of me?"

Her cheeks and nose had turned red from laughing, "Sometimes."

"You don't have to be afraid of me!" I told her sincerely.

I scooped her from the passenger seat and brought her into my lap and her lips smashed into mine in a wild passion, I let her take the lead not wanting to spoil this moment. She changed positions and started straddling me, her lips not leaving contact. Her hands went beneath my t-shirt, her fingers slowly tracing my pecs and abs, and she touched my shaft through the jeans. I moaned low in my throat and that probably turned her on because she began grinding me. I reached for her jacket, (one that had my name on it) and peeled it off her shoulders.

I pulled away from the kiss to ask, "Want to take it to the backseat?"

A fire ignited in her grey eyes, "Yes."

We had no problem taking off our clothes in the backseat since it was so spacious. The heater was on and that made the interior even warmer. My mouth closed around her left nipple while I tweaked the right one between my fingers, playing with it. I licked and sucked her nipples until they were hard.

I kissed a path down to her belly and then lower, my tongue dipped into her wet center, her body jolted and her fingers gripped my hair. I made her come that way and then I pulled her back in a sitting position on my lap. It was a little difficult to accommodate my height and size in the truck even when it had a lot of leg space. I caught her plump round ass in my palms and rubbed her front against my length.

"Tell me you how much you want this cock inside of you." I murmured feeling drugged from eating her pussy.

"All of it. Take me..." Vicky whimpered and then said something coherent.

Her body felt so small compared to mine; just enough pressure from my fingers would bruise her. She was completely aroused as I positioned myself at her opening and since she's perched on top of me, I eased her thighs around me and she took my entire length inside her slowly.

"Oh, god. You're so fucking tight, Vicky," I whispered, stroking my hands from her spine and down to where we were joined. "It's like you were made just for me."

"Hmmm..." she sighed. Vicky wasn't much of a talker during sex, I was the one who did all the talking and she seemed to enjoy it.

My hand reached for her ass as I plunged deeper into her slick channel, and I was literally balls deep inside of her when my tongue dived into her mouth and she made the sexiest sound I'd ever heard. Shit, watching porn didn't even come close to what I was doing right now.

I felt strangely euphoric like I could forget the damned world when I was with her. Wouldn't it be nice if it was just the two of us and the rest of the world could just fuck off? I think it would be, and I wasn't saying this because I was just high from having sex. If I could ever love someone, it would be Victoria.

She pulled out a little and then slammed herself down on me and we both groaned in unison. She stared at me from under hooded eyes which clearly conveyed how much she loved me, and I didn't understand it, why someone like Vicky would fall in love with me or even put up with my shit.

I was selfish enough to not want it to stop, and I just knew in the back of my mind that one day she would be done with me and when that happened, I would hold onto these memories with her.

The question was...would I let her go?

With her silver-blonde hair and perfectly round breasts, she hovered over me like an angel who was hell-bent on ruining me. I grasped her waist, pulled out and thrust hard upward causing her head to bump lightly against the sun-roof of the truck. She giggled.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Do it again." She insisted smiling.

So I did. I fucked her real hard, and she rode me like she was on a mission until her sweet cunt squeezed my throbbing length as I felt my come shoot deep inside her and I came hard and fast, my eyes rolling back in my head. There was something about claiming, the primal thought that I was the only one who had been inside her this way, that we were each other's first. She clenched my hair in a tight grip as I gave her a bruising kiss on her mouth and we screamed our releases together.

When it was over, we sat in silence; while she and I were still joined, her head rested on my chest. I felt some wetness on my chest so I pulled her away to look at her. Her eyes were stained with tears. And I thought, Fuck! I fucked up again.

I traced my thumb across her cheek. "Was I rough?"

She shook her head vigorously, "I'm just getting emotional."

This is where I got confused. What was she feeling emotional about? Was this a woman thing that I didn't understand?

"I love you, Tyler, so much." She whispered and I pulled her to me again for a long, slow, drugging kiss that conveyed that I felt the same way. I wasn't sure. The only thing I did understand was the fact that everything ceased to exist when I was with Vicky, so maybe that was love. This was us. Me and her. I could get used to that.

I wondered if she would love me the same way if she read my diary.

She wouldn't, a voice in my head whispered.

She moved out of me and I instantly felt the loss, I covered our lower bodies with a blanket and we stared at the stars together from the open sun-roof in silence. It was cozy, warm and felt nice like a hot cup of cocoa on a winter's night. I drew patterns with my fingers on her waist when she looked at me and smiled, "I could get used to this."

"Me too," I smiled back and playing with her hair, I loved how soft it felt beneath my fingers.

In the moonlight, I could see her skin and some traces of hickeys that I'd given her. I stared at the rear-view mirror and there was one on my neck too. Vicky liked to put it there for everyone to see, she enjoyed staking a claim on me, that was for sure and I couldn't blame her since she was getting a hard time from a lot of girls in school for dating me. Sometimes I wondered if she was more obsessed with me than I was with her, and that thought strangely made me happy.

"I really want us to be together, Tyler, but I can't go to Yale with you. I was thinking that I could come to visit you every weekend, and we could spend time together then."

When I didn't respond, she sighed and completely mistook my silence. "You don't want a long-distance relationship, do you?"

"Vicky, what if I told you that I plan on leaving home, would you come with me?"

"Where are you going?" she had the worried tone in her voice.

"Somewhere away from here. I have about six months until I turn eighteen. I'll figure something out until then."

"You're running away from home?"

"Yeah, wanna go with me?" I asked, "I have enough money to sustain us for a long time. We could get jobs, you know."

I expected her to say no, but she surprised me with a nod of her head. "I'll go with you."

Something told me that she wasn't even thinking about herself, she was thinking about me. It was easier said than done. A girl like Vicky with medical problems staying away from home didn't appear too appealing to me. And even though I was a selfish asshole, I couldn't do that to her.

"I'm kidding, baby." I assured her. "I'm not going anywhere."

She kissed my shoulder and then my chin, "That's good. I wouldn't want you leaving me. I'd be heartbroken and I don't think I could live without you."

"The only reason I haven't gone completely mad yet is only because you're here with me, Vicky. Even if everything falls apart, I know you'll always be beside me."

Her grey eyes glimmered with unshed tears; she closed her hand around mine, "Together forever?"

I gave her a nod, "Forever."

"Hey sweetie," Mrs. Lockhart's voice greeted me on the phone, "Was Tyler present at school today?"

Alarm bells began ringing in my mind, "He's not here, Mrs. Lockhart. I got a text in the morning saying that he wasn't going to come to school today because he wasn't feeling well. I was going to drop by the mansion to give him the notes for the classes he missed today. You're sure he's not home?"

"He fought with his father this morning, he wants his reptiles back." Her voice shook as she continued, "He was really angry when he finished with breakfast and when he left the house I assumed he went to school because he was carrying his bag-pack. Okay, maybe I should call your brother. Archer would know where Tyler is, right?"

"Mrs. Lockhart, I'll call Archer and get back to you," I told her and with shaky hands, I ended the call and speed-dialed my twin.

I got off the phone with Archer and he told me he hadn't heard from Tyler either and that made me anxious. I called Tyler and his phone was switched off so I left him a text asking him to call me.

I was done with cheer-practice so I packed my stuff and made my way out of the girl's changing room and didn't notice when I walked into someone.

Harper Woodley stood facing me, regarding me with a look full of disdain.

"I don't have time right now, Harper," I told her as I started leaving but she called out to me again.

Her perfect shiny brown hair was tied in a ponytail, and she even did a dramatic flip. She was wearing fake lashes; I mean she didn't look bad. She was pretty and that's one reason she had most of the jocks wrapped around her little finger, but who wears lashes at school?

"Leigh wanted to see you in her office; she said it's important." She told me in a sweet voice.

Now, why would the student body president want to see me unless I was in trouble?

"Okay," I said as I passed her.

I knew Harper had a serious thing for Tyler, and I could totally understand why she hated me but it was pretty clear that Tyler and I were dating and that he wasn't interested in her so why was I still being treated like some worm?

I walked down the almost empty hallway towards the student body president's office, and I was momentarily distracted by the incessant buzzing of my phone. There were replies from kids I texted, most of them were Tyler's teammates.

I reached Leigh's office and started opening the door when I realized it was locked which meant Leigh had already left. My instincts told me that Harper had lied.

I turned to leave when someone snatched the phone out of my hand and a blindfold was forced onto my eyes. "Stop it!" I screeched.

It had been a ploy all along!

"What do you want?!" My throat went dry but I still managed to scream the question.

I heard the creaking sound of a door opening and I was shoved into a dark space. My bag-pack was snatched out of my hands and I landed on the ground on all fours. "Please don't do this! Give me my bag...I'll die without my inhaler! Please..."

But she didn't show me any mercy. It was just day one since Tyler disappeared and I was being subjected to this bullying from Harper only because she wanted him and since Tyler had rejected her advances she was out for revenge.

"Harper please don't do this." I pleaded.

I knew I was I would die the second the door shut and I heard the lock turn.