The Jersey Girl

THE CAUGHT RED-HANDED SCENE

**THE CAUGHT RED-HANDED SCENE**

I shuffle around my bed a little bit, yawning loudly. As I turn on my side, I bump into something extremely warm. I don’t hesitate; I snuggle up closer to it. I peek open my eyes to see Scene.

I almost yelp in out surprise. Then I remember last night, and what happened. How I broke and gave in. I shouldn’t of done that. He thinks everything is going to be okay, when in reality, it’s not. College starts soon. Who knows where he’s going. And I just can’t be with him. It would ruin everything.

But I gave him a second chance. Everybody deserves a second one, right?

But why put yourself at risk?

I sigh as I look at the sleeping body next to me. Sometime last night, he peeled off his shirt, leaving him with creamy hot skin. I slowly start to detangle myself from his arms and legs. A moan escapes his lips and I freeze. I hope I didn’t wake him up.

His eyes don’t open, so I continue gently getting off the bed. I succeed without waking him up and I head over to my dresser to grab clothing. Deciding on a nice v-neck and some shorts, I head over to my bathroom to take a shower.

I put my phone on my counter, hit play on my music, and hop into the shower. One of my favorite songs plays at random, and I sing along.

I don't know why sometimes we seem so far apart

Sewn together with a broken heart

I try to see you but it's getting dark

Words keep flowing out I wonder what they mean

You're like a little piece of kerosene

But girl you've always been a friend to me

And I've been too proud sometimes

Chasing fault lines

Oh no

I'm gonna be there always

After the pain has gone away

The feelings are so strong

This can be our song

This can be our song

Oh no

I'll never make you cry again

I'm gonna set things right again

And I won't let 'em go wrong

This can be our song

This can be our song

A couple more songs play, and soon after, I’m done with my shower. I run a towel through my hair quickly, even though it’s still damp. I shove on my clothes and turn off my music. I open my bathroom door, still humming tunes.

The heat of the damp air slowly leaks out, letting my bathroom breathe again. I head over to my little desk that I brought home from school and take out my brush. I comb through my wet hair quickly, tossing it back onto the desk.