A second chance...At first love (Second Love Series Book 1) (4 page)

"You what? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"It's not like it was my first time in your bed Timmy! Anyway, I turned on the VCR and there it was, so I made a copy!"

"You conniving little bitch!" Timothy yelled. 

"You'll be back in my arms and my bed by the end of the weekend, I did you a favor. Your little whore won't want you anymore. Look she's already left you, probably out screwing someone else to get over you!"

"Blair, you are the whore!  Since you want to share so much tonight, why don't we tell everyone how you slept with not only most of the hockey team but the football team as well!  You are and have been the problem!  I stopped wanting you a long time ago because you are a nasty slut.  I just kept you around because of the wild and filthy things you would let me do to you whore!  You will regret this!"

He shook off the hold his friends had on him, he had to find Izzie and he had to explain to her what happened.  He ran outside and found her sitting by his car in tears. 

"Take me home!" she yelled. 

"Iz, baby, I'm sorry, let me explain."

"Don't call me that!  You don't get to call me that anymore!"

"Iz, please just listen to me."

"Please don't talk to me, just take me home. I can't talk to you right now."

"Izzie, please?"

"Please, Timothy take me home."

"Izzie, baby I'm so sorry! That tape was never ever supposed to get out! You have to believe me!"

"Why do you have me on a tape? I thought you loved me how could you record those things? What was that? What am I to you? You know what, never mind, I don't want to hear it, please just take me home RIGHT NOW!"  She was sobbing.

"Izzie I will take you home if you promise to just listen to me, please."

Izzie reluctantly got in the car and Timothy started driving, he wasn't going to let her get out without telling her the full story, so he drove around aimlessly so that he could talk, he needed to start at the beginning.  He told her that he had noticed her years ago, before high school. 

“You were walking down the hall with your friend Teddy, it was your fifth grade year, and the class bully Robbie Shields walked up to you two and started calling you terrible names and shoved you over.  I always hated that kid, such a punk.  Anyway, I was about to step in but you got right back in his face and slapped him, you were so brave, Iz. I knew you were special, do you remember what he did the next day? How he looked?”

“Yes, I mean I remembered that he came and apologized.  I just figured a teacher called his parents. I couldn't bring myself to look him in the face; I was terrified of him.”

“Hell no, those teachers didn't give a shit! He apologized because I beat his ass and told him if he ever bothered you again he was going to lose the use of his hands. And to top it off I told him he had to apologize in front of everyone.  That was for my enjoyment as much as it was yours," he chuckled slightly.

“Why would you do that? You didn't even know me.” 

“I just knew at that moment, I would do anything to take care of you Iz. I went home and told my mom about it that night.  I told her that I found the girl of my dreams that day. Why do you think no one ever bothered you?"

“Because I did a good job of staying out of the way.”

“Baby, you're the only black girl in school, there was really no amount of hiding you could do," he laughed.” Word spread about what happened to Robbie and no one wanted that same fate or worse.  I was already the biggest kid in the sixth grade and as the years passed I just got bigger.  No one challenged it, they knew the outcome.”

“What about 'The Chers'?”

“Yes they all knew.  Blair was content as long as we were together, she never fought it.  She always knew though.  I never in a million years figured that someone as smart and beautiful as you would ever be interested in me, but then I started hearing things about people catching you staring at me or doodling my name when you thought no one was looking.”

She blushed.

“Then earlier this year, some of the guys came up with this plan, I know it was wrong Iz but I'm a guy.  It's not an excuse, I'm just telling you, being honest. The plan was to see who could sleep with the most virgins.”

Izzie cringed, she felt her heart drop.

“So I was just a bet to you?”

“No, baby, please let me finish, ok? This shit isn't easy to tell you Iz.  When your name came up, everyone knew not to even think of trying to claim you, because you were mine.  I will admit selfishly I recorded us the first few times, I don't know why Izzie, I really don't.  A couple of guys knew about the tape but they also knew that they would never see that tape, no one ever even asked.  I think it was more proof for me that you wanted me.  You may see the popular jock, but when I look at you I see everything; beauty, brains, personality.  You are a complete package and I am so in love with you.  Please Izzie; please believe that I would never hurt you. Isabella Bunton, I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember. Please forgive me!!”

Izzie started to cry; he had long since pulled over into a vacant parking lot so that he could talk to her, he brushed her tears away and kissed the trail that the tears had left behind.

“Izzie, Iz, please look at me and know that I'm telling you the truth. I love you Iz. I'm so sorry.”

Izzie nodded and he kissed her slowly, deeply.  His hand ran up her thigh and she stopped him.

“Not like this Timothy, please.”

Without another word, he pulled back onto the highway and drove to his house.  His parents knew he was going to be out most of the night, so they had made plans themselves. He led Izzie to his bedroom.

"How do I know you didn't have this planned? Are you recording this too?” she said.

“Very funny Iz, we can go to your house if you like,” he said with a smirk.

“You know my parents are home.”

“Baby, I promise no more tapes.” He leaned down and kissed her with a passion that surprised her, he was trying to apologize with more than just words. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her into the air.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and he pressed her back up against the wall.  He unbuckled his pants and let them and his boxers fall to the floor around his ankles, his dick was rock hard and throbbing, he needed to be inside her, to show her how felt about her.  To show her that he was sorry and that he loved her.  He slid her panties to the side and thrust deep inside her, she gasped at the sensation.  This time was different from all of the times they had been together, this was primal and intense. He wasn't trying to be sweet and passionate.  He wasn't trying to be gentle, this was pure fucking. Her back against the wall, he lifted her shirt and popped a breast out of her bra.  He continued to slam into her deep, with her breast in his mouth and her arms around his neck, he pulled his head back, looked her in the eyes.

“Isabella Bunton I love you,” he said and just as he did she began to shudder and moan.

“I love you too Timothy DeSantis!” and in that moment they both exploded.  She slumped down and he caught her.

“I've got you, I'll always catch you baby.”  He carried her over to his bed where he pulled off her skirt and ripped her panties off.  He had to feel her again.  Deep and hard he was inside of her, the feeling was so intense that without thinking about it she bit his shoulder through his shirt. He moaned and slammed into her again.  She would never again doubt how he felt about her.  Her legs wrapped around his thighs and she pulled him deeper inside her.  He was deep and hard, she was warm and wet and they filled each other completely.  This time she started to shake and it caused a reaction in him.  They both climaxed at the same time.  After, he wrapped himself around her, engulfed in her scent he dozed off.  She laid there replaying the events of the evening, all that Timothy told her and wondered what would happen next.  Her arm was falling asleep from the way she was laying and as soon as she shifted he pulled her in tighter and kissed her neck, she thought he had woken up but he hadn't.  It was a subconscious move that let her know that this was “her Timothy.”  She wasn't sure how long they slept but she woke up to his hand running up and down the center of her chest and his kisses on her forehead.  She had rolled onto her back and he was just watching her.

“You're kind of creeping me out, knock it off,” she chuckled.

“I'm just memorizing every inch of you before I leave.  Not my fault you’re so gorgeous.”

She hit him playfully and looked at the clock, it was 3:30.  She was a very responsible young lady and it was summer, so her parents hadn't really given her a curfew but besides prom night this was the latest she had stayed out with Timothy. 

"I better get home soon so mom and dad don't think I'm trying to take advantage of their generosity," she said to him.  "We still have two weeks before you leave and I don't plan to spend them grounded."

"You're right babe; just lay here with me for five more minutes."

She immediately snuggled back into him, later she would wish she stayed the whole night and risked getting in trouble.  Timothy dropped her off and walked her to her door like normal.  He hugged her so tight she couldn't breathe.

“Thank you Iz, for listening and believing me. Thank you for forgiving me and most importantly thank you for loving me!” He kissed her lips, then kissed her forehead and nose and her lips again.  Unbeknownst to Izzie, he did that little routine every time she fell asleep on him.  The next two weeks were going to be the hardest in his life but he knew that even after he left she was “his Iz.”

Izzie walked into the house and climbed into the bed, with his scent still all over her.  She was happy that the evening ended the way it did; she smiled to herself and drifted off into a comfortable sleep. 

She felt like she had just fallen asleep when there was a loud knock on the door.  She looked at the clock; it read 5:15am.

"Who in the world could that be?" she wondered. Her mom answered the door.  It was the New York State police; they asked to speak to Isabella Bunton.  The troopers asked her if she knew Timothy DeSantis.

“Yes sir, he’s my boyfriend, is he in some kind of trouble?” She asked. 

“About 4:00 this morning there was an accident.  He was at the light on the corner of French Street and Main.  Witnesses say he had the green light and a car coming from the side didn't stop in time and hit the drivers' side. Timothy died instantly. We contacted his parents and they informed us that he must have been coming from your house.  We found an envelope and gift box with your name on it; they said we could give to you.”

It was the taller of the two officers that was talking to her.  He handed her a card and what looked like a ring box.  Izzie slumped to the floor screaming and crying.  She felt like she had been punched in the gut and everything was threatening to come up. Her head was spinning.  She could see the trooper was still trying to talk to her but she couldn't make out anything he said.  She went numb. The next thing she remembered was waking up and Teddy was lying in bed next to her, holding her right hand.  She had no idea how she had gotten to her room, she guessed her dad must have carried her.  Clutched in her left hand she had the card and ring box. They were from him, she couldn't bear to let them go, but she couldn't open them either.  Just hours before, she was wrapped in his arms, feeling his hot skin next to hers and now he was gone. What was she going to do? He had been the only love of her life; it had always been about Timothy.  She looked down at the card and box again, she put them on her night stand for later.  She couldn't open them, not right now.

The next couple of days were a blur; there was the visitation and funeral.  All of his friends, teammates and family were there. Even Blair came, to pay her respects and she apologized to Isabella. In the days after Timothy’s death, she spent as much time as possible with his parents. When she wasn't sitting curled up with his mom, she was curled up in his room, under his covers just trying to feel close to him. She still couldn't believe it; she felt like at any moment he would grab her from behind and swing her around or she’d feel him kiss her on the neck, or hear him laugh at something she said.  Just something, anything to say he was still here. It was about two weeks after his funeral and she was lying in his bed, thinking about him; the time they had together and the future he would never get to have, her tears drenching his pillow.  She cried and cried until she fell asleep, wrapped in his sweatshirt and sheets.  Her parents came to get her and Mrs. DeSantis said that it was ok if she stayed, Timothy would have wanted it.  Izzie’s body was exhausted; she slept for about 14 hours. When she woke, she found her way to the bathroom, washed her face and swished some mouthwash, then wandered downstairs. Mrs. DeSantis was in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, she stood to hug Izzie. 

“Your parents came last night to get you but you looked so peaceful, so I asked them to let you rest.”

“Thank you, thank you so much for everything. For letting me be here with your family during such a personal time.”

“Izzie sweetheart, my Timmy loved you.  I've never seen him look at anyone the way he looked at you.  I've been hearing about you for years, I would have you no other place but with us, family.”