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"WHAT SHOULD I BRING?" cassie asks gwen as she begins to pack to spend the weekend with mckay at his college. cassie smacks her gum aggressively, her hip jutted to the left, and her head tilted to the right as she stares at her closet.

" i dunno, like cute dresses." Gwen suggests.

" ugh," cassie groans, " you're no help." she flops on the bed next to gwen. to be honest, gwen wasn't paying attention. cassie had a habit of only talking about herself. and not even like interesting things, so gwen had learned to just ignore her. Gwen is laying on Cassie's bed, painting her nails, and a green face mask on her pale skin. While Cassie rambles about mckay, gwen can't stop thinking about last night with Elijah. he gives her that butterfly feeling in her stomach that she's never felt before, but part of her knows it's wrong. pushing the thought aside, gwen watches cassie with careful eyes.

" are you going to nates party tonight?"

" no mckay's picking me up tonight, remember?"

" oh yeah, sorry i forgot." gwen calls over to lexi, cassies sister, " lexi, what should cassie bring to hang out with mckay?" Lexi doesn't even bother to look up from her laptop, as she types away rapidly.

" don't know and don't care," lexi says.

" you guys are no help" cassie claims, letting out a groan. she throws back her head dramatically and defeated. "you're supposed to be my best friend gwen, help meeeee," she whines, digging through her closet.

"hey" gwen says irritated, " i'm helping."

"whatever i'll figure it out. he's gonna be here soon though, so like you've gotta go gwen."

" i know cass. lexi, are you going to nate party?"

" no, just gonna stay home and watch love island with my mom. if you want me to come, i'll go gwen." Lexi always liked gwen, she was her favorite of Cassie's friends. gwen and Lexi were the same age, and although gwen would never say this she thought Lexi was much nicer, and they had a lot in common.

" no no. don't worry about it. i don't think i'm gonna go either." gwen waves her hand dismissively. because of how close cassie and gwen are, gwen and lexi have also become very close. in fact lexi is someone gwen would prefer to hangout with, but she can't just drop cassie because she's self centered and has surface level passions.

ping! gwens phone lights up. it's elijah. hey gwen, got a hotel for the weekend, want to stay with? attached is an awkward selfie of him in the hotel room. he's smiling in the photo, a real smile, with his eyes lit up and his deep dimples exuding in his smile. gwen finds herself smiling and blushing at the text.

" hello, gwen. gwen. are you even listening to my story." cassie says, sitting down at her vanity and touching up her makeup.

"yes i'm listening. my mom just texted me thats all." of course, i'd love to. send me the adress. be there by 6. gwen types disscretly.

"gwen why are you smiling so much, wasn't it just your mom texting you?" cassie retorts

"yeah, she just told me something funny, anyway continue with your story cass."

"okay, so mckay is the absolute sweetest, he's kind and funny, and obvi really hot. ugh, i can't wait to see him!"

"that's great cassie. listen i gotta go, my mom is really pissed at me."

"lame. whatever, i need to finish packing anyway. love you g, see you on monday."

"bye cass, bye lexi, love you guys," gwen replies, standing up from cassie's bed. walking through the very familiar howard household, gwen picks up her bike that was resting against a tree in the front yard. one of the reasons cassie and gwen are so close, is due to the two living merely minutes away from each other. popping in her earbuds gwen begins the ride to her house. she's already thinking of the clothes she'll pack to see elijah this weekend.

gwen jumps off her bike, propping it against the side of her house, and pulling the spare key out from underneath the doormat.

"gwen? are you home?" her mom questions. the pungent smell of incense floods gwens nose. she scrunches her nose, and bends down to pet her dog, daisy, who came running up to her. "I know it's stinky," she whispers in daisy's ear, picking her up and holding her in her arms like a baby.

"yeah mom. what are you doing?" she says walking through the dimly lit hallway, searching for her mother.

" just this cleanse i saw on instagram. it's a fertility spell."

"okay mom." gwen rolls her eyes at her mom's ridiculousness. gwen loves her mom, but thinks she's kinda crazy. i mean what woman does a fertility cleanse on her house? " can i spend the weekend with maddy?"

"sure honey. just make sure you are home by five on sunday because we have that church event."

"okay, i will be."

gwen rushes to her room, digging through her closet for her duffel bag she always uses for sleepovers. except, this wasn't a sleepover. gwen wasn't going to maddy's house. she was going to a hotel, with a guy, that she lost her virginity to. pushing the thought aside, gwen picked out her favorite clothes from her closet. nothing too skimpy though, she didn't want elijah to think she was a whore.

ping! elijah. excited to see you tonight :)

gwen fights back a smile, quickly typing back a response. she finishes packing her bag. elijah replies quickly, sending gwen the adrress. good, not too far. gwen thinks to herself. " i'm leaving mom!"

"okay!" her mom shouts back, placing rose quartz all over the house.

[ rue's pov]

gwen was a changed woman. yes, woman. after all doesn't having sex make you a woman? looks like someone needs to take off their purity ring. however gwen felt really guilty. first of all, who was she going to tell, certainly not cassie. although the girls were the best of friends, cassie could not keep a fucking secret. gwen would tell cassie, and by the end of the night the whole fucking country would know. second of all, she can't take off her ring. gwen's parents were kinda crazy and if they saw their daughter was not wearing her purity ring, well, let's just say that's the last you'd hear from gwen.

room 319. elijah's room. gwen stands staring at the door, fist raised, inches away from the wood. she couldn't do it. gwen's most vunerable moment of her life was with elijah, but now she is too much of a pussy to knock on a door. screw it gwen knocks twice on the door, biting gently on the inside of her cheek whilst waiting.

" hey gwen," elijah smiles taking gwens bag into the room. gwen shuffles in behind elijah her hands nervously linked behind her back.

"hey elijah. can i sit on the bed?" gwen asks anxiously.

" of course, don't be nervous gwen," elijah begins while placing gwens bag down on a chair. " you look beautiful," he adds sitting next to gwen. taking her hands elijahs says, " thank you for meeting me, really. listen gwen, this may seem really fast but i meant it when i said i love you. you are unlike anyone i've ever met and i understand if you are scared but i need you to trust me, okay?"

" yeah i trust you."

" can i show you how much i love you gwen?" elijah says caressing his hand over gwens thighs. gwen looks up at elijah, nodding slowly. he moves closer to the girl lips pressing against her. gwen opens her mouth allowing elijah to slip his tongue into gwens mouth. he uses one hand to dig is hands into her hair, and with his other hand he wraps it gently around her throat. startled, gwen freezes for a moment. "hey, hey" he whispers into her mouth, "I'm not going to hurt you. do you trust me." no. gwen thinks, but she can't say that. so instead, she nods, closing her eyes and hoping this was all a dream. but it's not, this is her life, what if someone found out? Elijah would get fired, or worse go to jail. she pushes the thought aside as Elijah tugs on the hem of Gwen's shirt.

"Lift your arms, darling." He says in a tone that gwen didn't recognize. His eyes had darkened, and his voice deeper. gwen lifts her arms tenderly, and Elijah slowly pulls her shirt over her head. He kisses she stomach mumbling about how she's "perfect" and "doesn't deserve her." his lips trail over her soft adolescent skin, eventually reaching her skirt. he pulls her skirt down slowly, moving her panties aside. "Did you wear these just for me?" He asks gruffly. Gwen had almost forgotten that she changed into red lacy underwear she had stolen from cassie last summer.

she says nothing. Elijah flicks his tongue over her clit, pressing his thumb into her warm center. "you're so tight," he groans, his eyes looking deeply into gwens. He uses his spit as a lubricant, as he sucks and licks her clit. Gwen stirs under his touch letting out breathless moans. Elijah slides a second finger in, pumping slowly as he licks and sucks fast and aggressively. He pulls away pinching her clit, and digging in his pocket for a condom. Ring, ring. fuck, it was Elijah's phone. He groans, "hello?" focusing on the tiny voice coming from the speaker, gwen could barely make out the voice of a woman no older than 30, his wife.