All Chapters of Changing Him: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

I awoke the next morning to see sunlight streaming in through my white shutters. For a moment I panicked, thinking I was late to school, but then I remembered it was Saturday.   Last nights events came rushing back to me and I groaned in frustration. I wrapped myself tighter in my thick comforter and buried my face in the pillow, trying to go back to sleep and forget about everything.   After a few minutes of attempting sleep to no avail, I threw my blankets aside and got up.   I walked out into the hall, finding it empty. Tyler must still be asleep. I got into the shower, sighing in contentment when the hot water hit my back. After washing my hair and scrubbing myself for longer than what was probably necessary with yummy lemon body wash, I turned the shower off and wrapped my body tightly in a towel.   After making sure the hal

BeepBeepBeepBeepBee-  "Shut that bloody contraption off, Lauren!"  I groggily turned over in my bed to see Charlie burying his face into the pillow next to me, while my alarm clock went off.   Still a little disoriented, I hit my hand on my bedside table a few times before I found the alarm clock, finally ending the shrill beeps.   Charlie was mumbling incoherently, while I sighed, sitting up and throwing the blankets off of me.   "Why'd that stupid thing have to wake me up?" Charlie groaned.   I slid out of my bed, "Some of us have school today, Charlie."  He didn't say anything, his eyes closing as he drifted back to sleep.   Lucky bastard. &nbs

All my anger, hurt, and frustration disappeared when he placed his lips on mine. Against my better judgment, my mind went blank, and all I could think about was the swarm of raging butterflies in my stomach.   At that moment, I could really care less that we were standing in the middle of a neighborhood sidewalk. All I could focus on--all I wanted to focus on--was Tyler, who had one arm wrapped tightly around me and the other reaching up to caress my cheek.   My left hand was tangled in his silky hair, the other clenching his shirt tightly. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip, causing me to shiver, which only seemed to ensue him further.  Embarrassingly enough, I let out a little moan when his tongue stroked mine. His hold on me tightened, and shivers of pleasure ran throughout my body. He moved his hand away from my cheek and into my hair, undoubtably messing it up, but

It had been about two weeks since I started fake dating Brandon, and I was extremely frustrated. Besides that first day, Tyler hadn't even looked at me. He all but refused to be around me anymore, even though he was still living in my house.   He started walking in the door around six every night, mumbling something about hanging with his friends whenever I tried to ask. I couldn't help worrying that he was spending too much time time drinking while out because the stench of alcohol was noticeable whenever he walked somewhat close to me. Then, after speed eating his dinner, he'd spend the rest of the night in his guest bedroom.   Luckily, I hadn't seen him with any girls lately, but I had a feeling it would hurt really bad when I finally did.   It was now a Monday, after school, and I was home alone. Mom had to work late, and my dad was still at work too, as usual.&nb

"You ready, Lauren?" Trent asked, running a hand through his tussled brown hair.   I nodded, tapping my foot on the linoleum floor of the school gym, where we were lined up, and all the while humming with a mixture of nerves and excitement.   It was finally the day, we had finished our senior year and were minutes away from officially being high school graduates.   The names having already begun being called, Trent and I were approaching the front of the line increasingly fast, especially with the last name Blake. I wiped my sweaty palms on the sides of my blue gown, and took a deep breath.   ...  "Lauren Blake"  ...  I stood there for a second before I fully registered the fact that my name was called. I had spaced out a