Cinnamon Girl

sitting in the tree

It's 11:29pn on a school night, a Wednesday to be specific. I'm sitting on my bed as my stomach fills with butterflies. He's going to be here any minute now. I'm a nice girl. I don't do things regular kids do like smoke and drink. I just sneak my boyfriend in from time to time...Oh, and fuck.

Jaden has been mine for as long as I can remember. We had a fake wedding six years ago when we were in fifth grade. Now, we're juniors and I'm already planning our real wedding. Of course, he'd have to actually propose first.

I take a deep breath as I mentally prepare myself to be caught with him in my bedroom...with the door closed...in the middle of the night. I could never leave the house again if my parents found out. In fact, my dad would probably throw me in jail under a technicality. My dad, Harold Morris, is the county judge. That comes with lots of advantages, but an equally amount of disadvantages like snitching teachers, awkward hellos in public, and having to attend press conferences and actually pretend like I care.

My phone dings, which startles me causing me to jump. I quickly switch my phone to silent and hurry over to my balcony. My favorite thing about having a dad as a judge is having a huge house. A house so huge, I have an all too convenient balcony attached to my room for my boyfriend to come over whenever he wants.

I open the window and look down. I spot him climbing up the usual tree and a smile creeps upon my face. I watch him as he travels up the tree and almost fall into a daze. I've got to be a lucky girl if my man can be this fine, and it's got to be meant to be if we've been together all this time.

He finally makes it up and I shoo him into my room quietly, closing the window behind us. I lean against it and watch him as he props himself in my bed. We make eye contact and my involuntary smile comes back. His lips crack into a smirk.
"Are you smiling at me?" He teases.
"Of course not," i say in a low tone. I force my smile away. I forgot I was supposed to be mad at him. I don't even remember why I was mad, but it's all about the chase, isn't it?
"Come here," he tells me.
"Nope," I reject. My smile begins to fight its way back.
"I'm sorry, okay," he willingly apologizes, but I know he doesn't even know why he's apologizing. Hell, I forgot why, too.
"For what," I ask to keep my act going.
"Not sitting with you at lunch. I forgot you was a little crybaby," he taunts. My smile grows even more. He motions me to come to him. "Now, come to daddy."

I must admit...I was pretty pissed at him for blowing me off at lunch, but I'd forgotten about that hours ago. I must also admit it's petty of me to pretend to still be upset, but it gets the job done. After all, making up is the best part of falling out.

I find myself walking towards him and onto the bed. He lies flat on his back, his head supported by one of my fuzzy pillows. He pats his lap and holds his hands out for me. The next thing I know, I'm on top of him with his hands roaming my waist.

"Did you lock the door," he asks.
"Duh," I reply.
"Where's your mom," he questions. I sigh.
"She's sleeping. We go over this every time," I groan.
"Just making sure. I'm not tryna get burned on a cross," he jokes, only it's not a joke. It's a low blow that he's earned the right to say unfortunately.

My parents hate him. I'm not even sure why. He's always been my favorite person. We've known each other since the third grade when he moved here. All of the girls at school wanted to be his girlfriend, but he insisted that I be his girlfriend because our names sounded alike. Eventually, everyone came to accept it and we danced to our own version of Sitting In The Tree at our pretend wedding.

Jaden & Hayden sitting in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G

My mom is a preachers daughter and likes to stick to her dad's parenting style. Girls play with girls. Boys play with boys. Jaden and I never fit that. We'd always sneak off with each other at birthday parties and recess. It didn't help that Jaden's dad turned out to be a convicted rapist. That was the reason he and his mom left Decatur, Georgia. My mom found us wandering off once and thought he was being mannish and following in his dads footsteps. She hated him ever since, and eventually my dad began to agree with her when he suspected we were dating. According to them, he's no good for me.

I know for a fact if they caught us here, I'd probably never see him again. Either I'd be homeschooled or I'd have to file a restraining order. That's why I understand his paranoia, but it never stops me from getting upset when he asks all of these questions.

But can I blame him?

"What's wrong," he questions. I cup his face with my hands.
"Nothing," I breathe out. "I just don't want anything to happen to you."
"Nothing's gonna happen," he contradicts himself in an effort to make me feel better.
"Unless I want it to, right," I tease, lightening the conversation. He flips us over and now he's on top. I tighten my legs around him.
"Such a nasty girl," he whispers in my ear.

Then his lips travel to mine and the next thing I know we're in our own erotic scene.