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  Thank you for taking the time to read this book. This was actually a series of blog post, which I had deleted and was asked to repost or submit as an eBook. So here you go. I hope you guys like it and feel free to criticize as much as possible. I like to learn from my mistakes and you will be doing me a great service if you provide me with your honest and constructive reviews. Thank You.

  Never Loved

  It happened three months ago...

  Nicole Blake- The Breakup

  “Ready, Babe?” Morgan asked, slipping his iPhone into his back pocket, while I took a chance to sneak in a savoring look at his perfect derriere.

  “Oh-h Yeah.” I answered.

  He opens the door, and guides me into his black SUV with a soft gentle hand on the small of back and I'm -so- melting into the leather seat, like chocolate on a hot sunny day.

  Morgan-my boyfriend-and I were heading to Tony Bonnet’s annual end of the school year party. Aside from Saturday nights in the middle of the woods, Tony's parties where our only social reprieve.

  It's sad if you think about, but if you live in Crescent View Academy, the boarding school our parent’s ship us off to for nine months out of the year, it's no wonder we're starving for entertainment. Truth, it's like the VMAs but with a lot more drama and shocking performances that people will be talking about for years to come.

  It’s possible to walk to Tony’s house, everyone else was doing it, but cutting through the woods in three inch heal, No Way. Besides, it gave me a massive overload of the creepers just looking at it. It’s way too dark even during the day, and at night it becomes a black hole where all the flashlights in the world went to die. Seriously, I’ll only step foot in there if there’s at least six of us and I'm certain I could out run at least one of them.

  Jason, Morgan's best friend, insisted he heard screaming and voices during the night. Disturbing, right? Yet again, Jason also swears he saw some girl in his algebra class snap her fingers and then her breast blew up to the size of melons.

  Now that’s unnerving.

  “Babe.” Morgan said, taking his eyes off the road for a fraction of a second to unravel me with one of his awe-ing smiles. “My old man, wants me to fly out to Sydney tomorrow. But after that, I was wondering if your old man wouldn’t mind if I crash in y’all’s guest house for a week before I fly out to L.A to visit my mom.”

  “I know my dad won’t mind.” I eagerly replied. “He loves you.”

  I tried not to seem too obviously elated of the thought of having Morgan all to myself for a whole week. But it was short lived when reality slapped me across the face.

  The excitement in me subsided and I realize that’s all I was all the time I was getting from him during the summer was. One lousy week.

  “I hate that you’re leaving, it sucks.” I blurted out.

  The mood shifts and a thick wave of uneasiness takes over him. He stiffens his back, narrows his eyes forward and I’m slightly worried that he might be thinking I’m too clingy.

  He sullenly drops his shoulders, “I hate it to, you know…Us not being together. I’m going to miss you like crazy.” He declares.

  I'm not the kind of girl that goes all crazy for the little things but, those words melted away any fear I had of us ever drifting apart.

  I know, we've only been dating for like six months and it might not seem like such a long time, but for girl who had just turned sixteen, and was experiencing her first boyfriend (like ever), it meant -oh-my-god-we-are-so-getting-married-and-living-happily-ever-after.

  I was such an idiot, but in my defense, Morgan was the perfect boyfriend, anyone dating him would have thought the same thing. He was always sweet, understanding, funny, unbelievably gorgeous, and his body left nothing to be desired. Let ‘me tell ya, washboard abs, and a decent amount of bulging biceps, to even out those broad shoulders of his…Yum!

  (So. Where was I…? Oh yeah!)

  I've been having this weird butterflies-in-my-stomach feeling every day for the past two weeks, and tonight was no exception. I knew I wasn’t pregnant or anything like that. Morgan and I have only gone to second-and maybe third base… I think.

  Anyways, Morgan had been acting distant for the past few weeks, sometimes it was almost like he was a totally different person from the Morgan I knew. At times I thought he wanted to break up. I mean all his friends were breaking up with their long term girlfriends and bedding with some of the bitchiest girls in school. Maybe he wanted to get in on all the action, I don’t know. So I asked him, once.

  The way he reacted was something new to me (remember, first boyfriend newbie here), the nerve on the side of his temple pulsated with anger, his jaw clinched shut and his hands quiver with such velocity, I was certain if I placed a beaker of water in his hand he could extract H2O out of it and I’m pretty confident that’s not possible. God. A simple NO would have sufficed.

  That night was different, he was just Morgan, his old self.

  “So, I heard that Tony’s dad actually bought all the liquor for the party, and he has like this butler hiding in the bushes outside the front door. He’s under strict ordered to not let anyone drive drunk, and will tackle you to the ground if you don’t hand over your keys.” I chuckled.

  “Sounds about right, Tony’s dad used to be one of those party frat boy in college. He’s always buys the keggers for Tony’s parties.”

  “Really. How come I never got any?” I pouted.

  “Come on babe… what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let my little ninja monkey consume anything stronger than O’Doul’s.” he laughed and I knew exactly why.

  “I can’t believe I actually believed you, when you said O’Doul’s had alcohol in them.” I smacked him on the shoulder, and I crumpled further down in my seat. Embarrassed that I had been duped for the past two years.

  “I can’t believe you actually thought you were drunk.” A howling laugh based around the inside of his car, drowning out the music playing on the radio. “Remember the last time you got drunk off O’Doul’s?”

  “Shut up! Don’t remind me.”

  “You came up to me, in front of all my friends, you looked so fearless, determined and extremely adorable that night. Like a cute drunk kitten getting ready pounce. You told me you were in love with me, and passed out on the hood of my car. I had to carry you back to your room, nearly got caught by the girls monitor, Mrs. Thumperman. Afterwards you tried to take it back by saying you were drunk and that you didn’t’t know what you were saying.”

  “Yeah, but you wouldn’t’t let me, texting me pictures you secretly took of that night, and telling me that there was no backsies.”

  I stared at him, lips puckered, eyes narrow and arms crossed, I wouldn
’t’t say I was angry, just a little on the defense.

  “Awe come on, babe. There’s no take backs, not when you looked so adorable.” A loud rippled escaped his lips again.

  “Oh My God. And when you finally told me O’Doul’s were none alcoholic beers. I thought I was going to die, I was so mortified.”

  “As you should be. I mean, wobbling around, slurring everyone’s name, spilling everyone’s beer.

  “Shut up!” I wailed. “I really thought I was drunk. At least I go you out of it.”

  “Damn right!” he shouted.

  “Why did you do that anyways? I mean… stop me from drinking all those times. Jason told me that you bought a six pack of O’Doul’s just for me whenever we went to a party together or when we all hanged out in that clearing in the center of the woods. You know I’ve always wanted to ask you that.”

  For a while, Morgan stayed quite, too focused on the road that was known for having only one or two cars pass by every night. I thought I had said something to upset him, maybe he didn’t want Jason to tell me the truth.

  I was unnervingly fluctuating in my seat, and my hands were fidgeting on my lap when he said. “Cause, even back then. I knew you were going to be mine, and that I just needed to figure out a way to get out of the friends zone. I knew you liked someone, I heard you talking to Mandy about it.” He gloats. “I didn’t’t want you getting wasted and doing something stupid. I thought for sure, Mandy was going to tell you but she didn’t’t. I never once thought I would be the lucky guy you’d pour your heart to.”

  I stayed quite for the longest time, trying to calm the overwhelming bliss his words generated in me.

  I notice a gleaming strand of Morgan's golden blonde hair had spilled on to his face. I slowly brushed it away as he drove through the open metal gates leading to the front of Tony’s house. He turns to me, and at that moment, one of the many rods lighting our way through the narrow path, glistens across his face. His honeysuckle eyes glowed with such métier, I quivered at the thought that he was mine. He held my gaze, not paying attention to the long stretch between his car and the front of the house. I swore to myself that I would never love anyone as much as I loved him at that exact moment.

  Chapter Two

  We reached the wide metals doors in front of the house, I checked the bushes on either side of the entrance way, expecting to find, the Ninja butler, I’ve heard about. Nope. Nothing.

  I’ve been to Tony’s house before, but I’ve never noticed the cast iron vines trailing down to an antique metal door handle. I thought it was weird since, they’re pretty hard to miss. I mean they practically scream, “Look at me!”

  I grasped onto door handle, and tried pulling it to open, locked. I turned to Morgan. It must have realized what I was thinking, he gave me a crooked smile and pointed at the doorbell right next to the door handle. I smile innocently, embarrassed at how nervous he made me feel, but not the bad kind of nervous the good kind, the one that makes everything around you feel like marshmallows.

  I reach for the doorbell. When Morgan unexpectedly grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me up to his chest. I'm forced to pressed up against him, and balance myself by wrapping my arms around his waist. (Huh-Uh)

  I felt the hardness of his chest pressed up against the softness of mine. I took in a deep breath and readied myself for the impact his touch always created inside me. I knew if that night kept getting better, (and if I could muster enough courage) Morgan might be allowed to hit a home run for the first time in both our lives.

  He opened his mouth, and stared into my eyes. I could tell he was struggling to say something. But at this moment, his lips would be wasted with words, I thought.

  Almost as if he had read my mind he gently places his hands on either side my burning cheeks and jerks me up towards him, searing our lips together, and once again, taking my breath away. I close my eyes and felt the waves of warmth that took over me. When he pulled away, I felt my knees struggling to stay firm.

  “Stay with me Nicole.” He said, his eyes devouring me from the inside out. “Don’t ever leave my sight, like never. I feel so much better when I'm with you. Like I'm where I'm supposed to be"

  I take in a deep breath, replacing the one he had stolen from me. My eyes intently focused on his lips. “I won't..." I managed to huff out before standing on the tip of my toes and I leaning in for one more wave of warmth.

  I finally pressed the soft lighted button next to the door handle and this ridiculously loud orchestra of chiming bells invaded the quacking base of alternative rock and laughter coming from inside the house.

  “Have I told you how beautiful you look” he said admiring every inch of my body. “And, how sexy you look, and how incredible your lips feel, and that I love you.”

  “I love you too, and no you haven’t. But, I’ll forgive you. Eventually”

  I was completely exulting, I ran my hands over the bustier top, down to my waist where it begins to flare out. I made sure my cleavage was hidden and no loose strands escaping from my wild fringed out ponytail, making sure everything was perfect, when Morgan ran a finger across my collar bone and I shuttered to his touch. I was about to lean in for another heart stopping kiss when a familiar tall muscular body the size of –I don’t know- the empire state building, pulls open the front door.

  I curve my focus to the big ass spacious room behind him, filled with loud music, drunk dancing, and lifted red cups up in the air. I turned my attention to the set of eyes blocking my way. He smiles, and there is deviance in his eyes as they trailed down to my legs and up to my chest where they lingered, as he stepped to the side.

  Pervert. I thought.

  I’m half-ways done maneuvering myself between him and the party when this tall lumber, called Tony, wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me over his shoulder. I hold on to Morgan’s hand, pleading for him to help me off this Neanderthal, and preferably before I flash my pink satin underwear to everyone at the party. But, something had snatched Morgan’s attention from the other side of the room. He loosens his grip and let's go. Disappointed, I called out him.

  “Hello! Um, uncomfortable butt and boob action happening right here!” I wave my hands in front of me, trying to snap Morgans but nothing. I try again. "Girlfriend getting swept off her feet, little help here?."

  I thought it was strange that whatever Morgan was staring at, had him spaced out like stupor space, not hmm what am I having for dinner spaced.

  I couldn't focus on that too much, since I notice that one of my boobs was about to start playing pick-a-boo. I clamp my hands across my chest and screamed out to Morgan again by name, this time I managed to seize his attention back to me.

  “Tony, What the hell man!” Morgan shouted.

  “You snooze you lose, bro. Next time make sure to hang on to your woman. This sexy ass belongs to me now.”

  “Fuck you, Tony. You’re such a douche, Man.”

  “Go find your other girl, Jason. I think he’s on his rag and needs you to go get him a tampon or something." Tony smugly yelled out." He’s been asking for your sweet ass since earlier.”

  “Nicole…” Tony started to say, but I couldn’t hear him, a bunch of drunk sophomores, one I recognized as Stacy, a sweet smart girl from my English class, bursted out laughing. Judging by the way she smacked Eric on the shoulder I guess he must have said something stupid. Typical Eric. I thought, but then I remembered my dire need of assistance.

  “I can’t hear you…” I screamed.

  But it was too late, Tony had already beguiled around a group of seniors carrying a keg to the other room and now they were blocking Morgan’s path to get to me.

  I felt myself getting carried to somewhere in the back of the house-which later turned out to be Tony's dad's man cave, filled with those old style video games you found in outside of supermarkets, a pool table and a ninety inch television covering the back walk. Morgan protested but Tony yelled something over his should and Morgan took off
in the other direction.

  Chapter Three

  Morgan was off somewhere and I was tossed over Tony's shoulder, being carried like a potato sac, and exposing myself to the entire party. So-oo not how I saw things going.

  I did this awesome ninja move, where I twisted to the side, moving my center body in the opposite direction. It worked. Well, kind a, I managed to hide my underwear from everyone at the party, but somehow I ended up being cradling in Tony's arms like newlywed couples crossing the threshold of our new home.

  He smiles and I blush at how adorably bright his face lit up.

  To be completely honest,(and I'll deny it if it gets out) I always felt chipper from all the attention Tony showed me. He might have the body of Hercules but he has the face of an angel. Almost childlike with soft brows that never seem to frown, a cute button nose, and pucker lips. About half of the school would agree with me when I say, he’s quiet handsome fellow.

  No wonder I let him get away with his constant and barbaric jostling.

  I grew up as the red headed, freckle faced girl, with extremely white skin and green and gold tie dyed eyes. Yeah, I used to get teased a lot growing up, mostly because I was as straight as the school’s flag pole, minus the pulley thingy. It wasn't till the middle of last year, when I turned sixteen that my curves started to pop out. Nothing to brag about, just a nice round butt, and a solid B cup. It was enough to get some attention from other guys like Tony and that geeky kid from my chemistry class, Duncan, I think his name was. That didn’t say much, I mean once they hit puberty anything with boobs would do, right?

  It wasn't like I was interested in any of them. I knew my heart belonged to Morgan, but being flirted with always brought my confidence level up a notch. And in my warp self-conscience mind it kind a validated my relationship with Morgan, who happens to be the guy every girl pines over.