Garden of Eden

A/N: The reason I started this story is because when I was High School (a long time ago) I had a couple of friends who got pregnant, they weren’t slutty bad girls. Just regular girls who loved (or thought they loved) their boyfriends. I wanted to show a regular girl (well, relatively normal) get pregnant, and I wanted to show it as accurately as possible (with a lot of fluffy puppy love thrown in), using examples of things my friends went through. So please read, enjoy and don’t judge everyone you see by their young age and protruding bellies. They aren’t bad people, just made a couple of choices without thinking.


Garden of Eden


Chapter 2


I stood on my tiptoes and tapped loudly on Zach’s window. I knew he was rushing around last minute, despite how long we had been going to school he never seemed able to get used to waking up at seven o’clock. I could hear loud slamming sounds coming from inside before he pushed aside his curtains and opened the window, “My mom has gone nuts!” He said, his face a study in panic. I chuckled at him, “Why, whatcha do?” He looked toward his door, “She keeps sobbing hysterically when she looks at me. She is trying to make me a lunch, even though she hasn’t done that since I was six, but she keeps forgetting what she’s doing. So far the sandwich is all mustard and no sandwich.”


“She’s just freaking ‘cause it’s your last day of High School. Her baby boy is all grown up.” I said the last in a cooing voice, the kind you used for infants. Zach scowled at me than looked back inside his room worriedly. He ducked down and I heard him rustling around, he stood up and threw his shoes out the window, pushed the window up and than jumped out. I smiled in amusement as he shoved his feet into his shoes. “So you’re just going to avoid your mom and not let her sob in your presence on your last day of High School?” He looked up from tying his shoe, “Basically.”


He looked down again, his soft brown hair falling in front of his eyes. His fingers working quickly on the lime green laces. “We gotta get outta here before my mom checks my room.” He stood and shook his hair out of his eyes. We only lived a block away from school, so we walked everyday. Zach had a car but couldn’t drive it yet, it was a blue 1964 convertible T-Bird that he had bought at the beginning of the year. He had saved up for about two years and when he bought it-it was in a sorry state, the paint was sun-bleached to a dirty white, the seats where missing, it needed a new engine and the break band was missing and it needed a new roof and new tires.


He had been working on it all year. Rain or shine or excessive heat whenever he had time he worked on that car. It was almost to the point where he could legally drive it. He needed to work on the exhaust system and get it tested before he could start driving it.


We scuffled down the street in relative silence. The sun wasn’t high yet, so the desert heat wasn’t beating down upon us. “So what did’ya do yesterday?” He scowled, we had planned to hangout yesterday but he hadn’t been able to get out of his house before his dad caught him. So he had to go to church and I hadn’t seen him. His parents were Born again Catholics and felt it was there duty to force their belief’s on everyone around them, it was one of the reasons the moment she graduated his sister Shane had moved back to Michigan where Zach’s family was originally from. It was also the reason Zach was atheist, he said if it hadn’t been forced down his throat his whole life he might have liked God


“Church.” He said, I rolled my eyes, “I knew that, but what about after?” “I tried to tell him I wanted to hang with you but... you know how he feels about you. So he made me help do some repairs on his friends roof.” I tucked my hair behind my ear, his dad hated me. Not only was I Jewish (which he had major problems with) but he hated that his son’s closest friend was a girl, Mr. Tanner didn’t think that it was right for a boy to be best friends with a girl. It wasn’t tough enough, he thought it would make him gay or something. Plus I was a bastard, who livid in a house with a single mother and no man in sight to keep us in line. So if he could keep Zach from seeing me he would.


“Do you have to work today?” I asked him, changing the subject from his jerk of a dad , he shoved his hands in his jeans pocket and swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “No, I don’t work ‘till Thursday. You?” I shook my head. Zach worked at a Café, it was across the street from the Comic Book shop that I worked in.


As our school came into view he stopped and stared at it. I looked back at him, “What’s wrong?” He gave a rueful little sideways grin which made my heart stutter, “It’s just weird,” He shook his hair and looked down, digging his feet into the gravel, “I never really thought about after High School, you know?” I nodded and scratched my elbow, I didn’t know what to say. I had never thought about it either. He gave a short chuckle, grabbed my hand and started walking again, “Never mind.”


It was weird to not know what Zach was thinking about, usually his feelings were written on his face. He was a very open person, but right now I couldn’t see what he was telling himself.


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It was the last day for the seniors, but everyone else still had two days of school. Mostly the teachers just let us fiddle around on the class computers and play board games, two classes had us finish final presentations. I sat in the back of geometry class talking to a girl who was gorgeous enough to make anyone choke on envy. Melody could easily be a model, she was tall and willowy. People wanted her to be a bitch, they figured if you are as pretty as her you should at least have a crappy personality but she was the nicest person in the world and had been one of my closest friends since sixth grade. “Are you going to the Graduation ceremony with me tonight?” I asked, Zach wanted me to come and then go to dinner with him and his family, he said it would be fun to watch his dad’s face go red. I planned on sitting far away from Mr. Tanner.


Melody brushed her short fluffy blonde curls from her ear and looked at me with her big gray eyes. Her eyelashes were long and dark, brushing the lenses on her green square glasses. Her eyebrows were also naturally dark, they should have contrasted with her bob of nearly white hair, but the brown went well with her hair and made her skin looking even more caramel colored. She gave me a hopeless smile, “I can’t. I’ve got piano practice, and then I have to start packing for Hawaii.”


Melody’s parents were extremely pushy when it came to their children achievements. They wanted her to participate in everything and she had to do perfect. So in school she was the top in our class, she also played piano like a prodigy, was great in gymnastic and was an amazing Jazz dancer. But when ever she did well they rewarded her nicely so she didn’t mind the pushing. Last year she got a Hybrid car for her 4.4 GPA and this year she, her parents and little brother were going to Hawaii for the summer.


I slammed my forehead on my desk, “I am going to be alone all summer.” I said woefully, she gave a tinkling laugh. “I thought Zach was adamant that he wasn’t going to go to Michigan this summer?” I looked up at her, “That’s what he says, but you know what’s gonna happen. His mom will cry and his dad will yell at him until he gets so pissed that he makes Zach come.” Zach visited his family in Michigan every summer. She snorted and adjusted her plastic glasses, “Mr. Tanner is an ass.” Melody had such a sweet pink rosebud mouth that it was always a shock to hear her curse. I smiled at her, “You only say that because he says that if you were a Christian you would be perfect to marry Zach.” Melody’s family was not atheist but they were very New Age. Tarot cards, crystals all around the house, and Full Moon ceremonies.


She started rummaging around in her purse, she made it herself out of pairs of old jeans so it was all different colors and had patches of rock bands that she found in a vintage shop sewn all over it. “As if that would work out, he would cheat on me in four days and I would run from the house screaming in two.”


She pulled a bottle of rose hued nail polish from her purse and looked at me slyly, “Besides, you’d kill me if I married him. And you’d probably be the one he was cheating with.” I groaned, “I wish.” She handed me the bottle and I named it without looking at the bottom, “Wicked.” Melody and I were addicted to the Sally Girl brand of nail polish, my nails were a different crazy color every week. Today they were ‘So Barbie’ which was a soft glittery pink. I opened the bottle and proceeded to put tiny dots on top of my nails. “So, I heard that Zach broke up with Christa.” I didn’t look up from my nail work, “Who told’ya?” “Nobody, she was talking to that red head about it in the bathroom.” I put the wand back in the bottle and gave it back, “Yeah well, she and Zach were always arguing anyway, she’ll find someone better.” Melody started painting her own nails and didn’t reply.


At lunch Melody and I sat with a group of friends on the football field, which is where we ate everyday, Zach usually sat at an outside table with his friends. I was sucking on a popsicle and snatching fries from my ex-boyfriend Trey’s basket. He and I had ‘dated’ back in sophomore year, you know; held hands on the way to class, closed mouth kisses and going to the movies, typical first boyfriend stuff. We never actually broke up, we just stopped kissing and holding hands and went back to being friends. Zach thought Trey was a pansy. I popped my popsicle back in my mouth and looked around in boredom as my friends chattered behind me. On the tall stone bleachers sat two people I recognized, Zach and Christa.


Zach was talking to her and she was nodding while looking at her feet, he smiled and she looked up at him. She smiled back at him and gave him a small hug before getting up and walking away. He watched her leave, his body frozen in time for a moment before giving a big sigh. He looked down toward the football field, and when he saw me he waved.


“Didn’t Zach and Christa break up?” I heard Michelle ask behind me.


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I didn’t talk to Zach again until after the Graduation and he was too excited so he did all the talking, so at dinner I didn’t need to worry about Mr. Tanners scathing remarks because he couldn’t get a word past Zach.

I had to wait until after school the next day, when I got home I heard Green Days ‘Homecoming’ blaring from the back yard mixing with the sound of splashing. I turned my key in the look and went inside, “Mom?” I inquired, closing the door behind me. My mom in an interior design company and sometimes worked from home when she didn’t feel like getting out of bed. I put my bag down in the hallway and walked to the clear back door, I looked out and saw Zach swimming in our pool, he didn’t have one at his house so he always used ours. I pushed the door open and walked onto the patio watching him. I turned the music off, that got his attention, he finally popped his head out of the water and noticed me, “Hey!” He shouted enthusiastically.


“Hey, what are you doin’ here?” I asked, “Your mom let me in.” He pulled himself out, his muscular form glistening with the pool water. I enviously watched a drop of water roll down his hard stomach and into his swim trunks. Thank god for things like soccer and basketball which sculpted such lovely bodies. I shook my head lightly, trying to clear it. He reached for his towel, which was draped over a chaise lawn chair and began toweling himself off. He smiled at me as he rubbed his ears, “Guess what?” he said, I sat on the chair he just picked his towel off of, “What?” “I’m not going to Michigan!” I looked at him skeptically, “Sure you aren’t.” “No, seriously, I’m not.” He sat down next to me, “I told my dad I need to get ready for college and work on my car.” I gave a short laugh, “And he fell for that?” Zach smirked, “Yeah I know right? This means I get the house to myself until the end of July.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, and I laughed at him. “Oh yeah, and what are you gonna do all by your lonesome?” The smile fell off his face, his eyes connecting with mine. I couldn’t stop the flush that was rising to my face. I could feel his breath on my neck, it smelt like peanut butter.


He cleared his throat and moved away, running his fingers through his wet hair. “So,” I said, getting to what I had wanted to ask him since lunch the day before, “What were you talking to Christa about?” I watched as he put his thumb nail in his mouth and chewed on the edge of it. He did this when he wasn’t sure of himself, so I didn’t see it often. He took it out of his mouth, “I told her I was sorry, that she didn’t deserve to be treated the way I did.” I nodded before he added, “And I told her about Amber and Taylor, why I didn’t break it off with them until later.” Now that surprised me, it wasn’t like it was a dark secret as to why he was still with them, but he didn’t like to admit it. Aside from Christa, Amber and Taylor where the only other girls he had slept with


Amber had been his first real girlfriend, the first girl he slept with and she was someone he really admired, she was two years older than him and had been through a lot in her short life. When she was a kid she had been molested by her uncle, her mom split on her when she was five and her dad took his anger out on her. Zach had a weak spot for her, he told me he didn’t love her, but she would come to him every couple of months sad and angry and all Zach wanted to do was make her happy. He admitted it wasn’t a chore to sleep with her, but he always felt guilty for doing it. Like he was using her, even if it was the other way around.


He met Taylor after he broke up with Amber the first time, she was the exact opposite of Amber and was the female version of him. Free, fun, loving and wild. She had no boundaries and tried everything once. He met her at a soccer field where she played with her team and he with his. He said he needed someone like Taylor after the way it had been with Amber. They never got serious, I think everything worked with Taylor because they both liked sex and didn’t really care about each other. So whenever Amber came back so did Taylor, he needed one to balance the other.


“She told me I was an asshole anyway, that I shouldn’t have got with her if I was in some creepy threesome with those two. She didn’t get it, but I told her I was sorry and I should have treated her better. She liked that so she said she forgave me.” Christa wasn’t the only one who didn’t get his relationship with those girls, I never could figure out why he couldn’t say no to Amber and of course whenever she came with all her baggage so did Taylor because he needed the carefree sex with no strings attached. But I nodded like I understood.


I stood up and stretched, my shirt rolling up in the back, I jumped when I felt his finger draw along that strip of exposed flesh. I looked at the top of his ducked head, he was watching the finger that touched my back. My entire body was hyper focused on that one finger, my nerve endings leaped and my stomach trembled until he dropped the finger and time began moving again.


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We spent the rest of the day in the pool and then came in and watched movies in my room. I was always trying to convince Zach to let me put make up on him, he was such a gorgeous boy that I wanted to know if he would be a pretty girl. Tonight he was just bored enough to let me. We sat on my bed, the sun setting outside, his eyelids lined with purple and turquoise powder. The lower lid rimmed with purple liquid liner, a creamy pink stain rubbed on to his cheekbones. His lips were a rosy red. I looked at him from different angles and sighed, “Nope, you just look like a guy with makeup on.” I commented, he hadn’t stopped scowling since I started this project, but he had a problem saying no to girls and hence his current position. “Thank God.” he mumbled, and rubbed his eyes, smearing the liner and shadow. He did the same to his cheeks, trying to get the color off. “Stop!” I yelled, grabbing his arm, he put his hands down and looked at me in question. With the make up rubbed into his skin he didn’t look like a boy with make up on anymore, he didn’t look human even.


The color glimmered on the bones of his cheeks and eye sockets like it had always been there, like that was the color of his skin. His lips looked like a red wound, and his eyes were so dark and sparkling. The stain made his skin look slicked with Vaseline, I chewed my lips, “Can I take a picture of you?” I asked, he raised his left eyebrow but nodded anyway. I jumped up and grabbed my Polaroid camera, “Lets go outside.” I said, he followed me to the backyard where the moon was making it’s slow rise into the sky.


“Okay, take your shirt off.” I demanded, “Why?” he asked, I huffed through my nose, “It ruins the illusion.” He shrugged and whipped it off standing near our wooden fence. I squatted down, so I would only get his upper chest, his head and the moon in the picture. I snapped the picture and waited for it to come out, when it did I shook it so it would dry faster. I looked at the developing picture in my hand and saw someone who looked like my best friend but didn’t. He came over and clenched the other side of the picture. He looked at it, the Polaroid made the color even darker, his eyes were a flashing red in the picture, he was like some inhuman creature.


“It looks like the cover of some Scifi novel,” He said, I nodded quietly, “I should go home like this,” he continued, I looked up at him, surprised to see him so close to me. He watched me as if he expected me to jump away from him, but I couldn’t move, my legs were as heavy as leaden trunks. He took that last step closer, “Maybe he’ll hit me.” He finished, I said nothing, if Zach went home with his face covered in makeup his dad would hit him, there was no question. He leaned down and put his hand on my shoulder, his gaze on my lips. I closed my eyes and then his mouth was pressed to mine. It wasn’t any of the little joking kisses we had shared. We were touching lightly all along our bodies, but our lips were molded together, devouring each other. I felt tongues and lips and teeth and he was nipping my bottom lip and the ground was falling and light was whooshing around my head and tiny colorful stars burst behind my eyelids and nothing else mattered only that his lips stayed on mine. When we both ran out of air, he pulled away from me and I almost whimpered from the loss.


Our bodies had not gotten any closer, my hands were still clenched on the camera and picture, he had let go of the picture and let his hand fall to the curve of my elbow. I watched his lips curve into a smile, and saw his lipstick smeared on his mouth. I dropped the picture and my hand pressed to my own lips, I looked down at them, they had pink color from his lips painted on the fingertips. “You got lipstick on me!” I said, in shock over what just happened. He gave a bark of laughter before leaning down and kissing me again, this time wrapping his arms tightly around me.


I tried to remember not to drop my camera.

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A/N: I wanted to kinda spoof those stories that have the girl get lipstick on the guy (even though I have probably written that too) by doing it the other way around, I thought it would be funny. They have finally started the kissing, what shall happen next? I don’t know uhm so I guess I will have to get back to you on that. So please REVIEW! I only got one review and it made me said, I know this isn’t my best work but I am trying to get back in the swing of writing and thought I would do it by writing something new to me. REVIEW PLEASE!