Graduation Day

They're gone.

The ceiling that once held my biggest regrets, my darkest secrets, and my worst pain they're no longer there anymore; the words have merely vanished, leaving no trace of what used to be. Now when I look at the ceiling, all I see is a bare white wall, no hint of the old me; looking up, I don't see the words and thoughts of pain I once had. It matches what I feel because I don't feel the pain anymore.

"You should probably get dressed now,"

"I know," I climb out of bed and walk into my bathroom, turning on the shower. I'm super excited, but this whole day feels like a dream. It's graduation day; I am actually graduating; I never thought I would make it to this day.

If someone was to tell me anytime last year, hell, if someone told me three months ago that I would be going to my senior graduation, I would have laughed right in their face.

I get out of the shower and then go to my closet, grabbing the black dress my mother bought me and then slip it on. It fits perfectly. I smooth it down. There's a knock on my door. Blair walks in. "You look hot,"

"And so do you," she's wearing a form-fitting nude dress; her blonde hair is pin-straight, and she is wearing red lipstick.

She takes a seat on my bed, "Remember last year; you weren't you even planning on being here,"

"Of course," How could I forget?

"Now look at you, you're excited to graduate; your parents are downstairs excited to see you graduate,"

"Pfft, only so they can be on the first flight out of here," I'm counting down the seconds till they leave.

She grabs my ringing phone and says, "It's Ryder!"

I take it from her and answer. "I hope you're getting ready," I say to him.

"I'm already ready; my mother woke me up at like 7 am,"

"Of course she did," Evelyn is so punctual; I would have hated to be there with him at seven; he is not a morning person.

"I was just calling to make sure you didn't jump off a building or something,"

"Nope, still here," I'm not going anywhere.

"Good!"

"I have to go; my mom's calling me, but I'll see you there," I hang up the phone and then place it on the charger; she narrows her at me as I walk over. "What?"

"Nothing," she hums.

I walk out of my room and down the hall to my parent's room; my mom sits on the bed with her hand on her belly, taking deep breaths. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, your sister is just moving a little too much,"

"Sister?!"

"Oh yes, so sorry, pregnancy brain, it's a girl,"

That doesn't make me feel any different, "Did you pick out a name yet?" I ask, even though I really don't care.

"No," she shakes her head. "Not yet, we can worry about that later," she stands up and places her hand on my shoulder, "There are bigger things at hand; my baby, my firstborn, is graduating today," she puts her hand on the side of my face, "I am so proud of you,"

"Thank you,"

"And... and I am so sorry about the school situation and not believing you, I'm sorry that you had to go through that, I'm so-"

"It's okay mom," I have forgiven her; I can't hold on to that anger; all it's going to do is bring me down. "Please don't cry, then we're going to have to wait another hour, so can you redo your makeup," The last thing I want to be is late to my graduation.

She fans her eyes, "Your right?"

"Are you two ready?" My father comes into the room.

"Yes,"

"Jay, you're riding with Blair, right?"

"Yup," I lie, Ryder is actually coming to get me.

"Okay, well, we are going to go ahead and go," he takes my mother hand, "We will see you there,"

I tell them bye, as they descend down the stairs. Once the front door shuts, Blair comes out of my room and shakes her head slowly, "What? My parents don't like him for whatever ever reason," Honestly, what did he ever do to them? Besides walk-in on my father and our principal, well, former principal.

"I didn't even say anything," she folds her arms.

"Yeah, but you keep looking at me!"

"Whatever, Jayda, I'll see you there," she also walks down the steps, I tell her to make sure she stays out of my parent's sight. I don't need them to see her pulling up to the school without me.

...

I place more of my things into the cardboard boxes; there's a presence at my door, and without even saying a word, I already know who it is. I slowly get up from the floor and turn around. Ryder is standing right in front of me, dressed in a suit; I feel like his mom picked it out for him for some reason. It looks good on him; he looks good, but he looks so elegant; he definitely has Evelyn written all over him. He even got a haircut. Which I'm sure Evelyn played another part in.

"You look beautiful," he says while walking into my room. I hold my breath when he gets closer and turns towards my desk, placing the book down. I watch in the vanity mirror as he walks and stands behind me.

He slowly wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me back; I breathe even harder when he plants a kiss on my neck from behind. While bringing the skin in between his teeth, he uses his hand to unzip my zipper slowly.

We don't have time for this, but I am too zoned out to stop him. It's been too long, even though we've been together like every day this week, we haven't done anything. My dress falls off my shoulders and drops to the floor, revealing my bra and underwear.

I watch in the mirror as he sucks on my brown skin. I take my hand and place it on the back of his head. I let out a breath of air; how can something so simple feel so good?

His hand plays on the waistline of my underwear; he's teasing me. I know he is. He likes when I am like this when I am not in control, and my body begs for him.

His hand finally goes in my underwear, and his finger slips into me. I stand up straighter as I take in the feeling. My hand still rests on his neck and runs through his hair. I will never be able to get this image out of my head; watching us in the mirror makes me feel more than ever before.

He removes his hand and turns me to face him. I immediately look down at the floor, a reaction I have whenever he looks at me with such intensity. His finger goes under my chin, and he lifts my head back up, forcing me to look at him; he bites down on his bottom lip. And I pull mines in between my teeth.

He leans down and plants a soft kiss on my lips. His taste plays on my mouth, and then his tongues enter; our mouths mold with each other, like our lips, were made for one another. I pull off his jacket and then unbutton his white shirt; it falls on the floor on top of my dress. He grabs my waist, and we take steps back onto my bed. He lays on top of me, right between my legs. He smells so fucking good every now, and then I get a whiff of his cologne. The smell alone makes me feel warm.

Ryder pulls down my underwear and then spreads my legs wider as he kisses down my stomach. When his mouth reaches my private area, my head dips back at the feeling. I moan loud, enjoying the fact that no one is in the house.

He sips his finger back in a while; his mouth is still on me, and I twist at the lustful feeling. Heat builds up in my stomach, and he removes his mouth and then comes back up; his muscles contract as he props up on his arms over the top of me. He eyes me like he's debating whether or not he should kiss me again; I answer it for him and lift up to kiss him, embracing, I guess myself.

He lays on top of me, and we continue to kiss; my hands go to his pants, and I start to unbutton them. He pulls away, "What are you doing?'

"I want to do something for you," I say. He's always done something for me; it's selfish of me not to do anything in return.

"Oh uh, you don't have to,"

"I want to," He takes off his pants, revealing his boxers and the bulge in the middle. Surprisingly I'm not even nervous; there's too much electricity shooting between us right now for me to be scared. He lies down on my bed; he sucks in a breath as my fingers trace the hem of his boxers.

If anything is making me nervous, it's his staring. I hope I don't do anything wrong. I slowly pull down his boxers, revealing his length. It takes everything in me to suppress my nervous giggle. This isn't the time to laugh; it could like, mess up his ego or something.

It's bigger than what I expected, if only that day in the shower. I looked at it, but no, I kept my eyes on him; bad enough, I was in there naked. I didn't want my first time seeing him to be when I was an emotional wreck.

"Do you know what to do?" he asks. I slowly shake my head. He smiles, but then it fades when I frown at him. He takes my hand and then places it around him. He takes another breath as I slowly begin to move up and down. I'm too scared to look at him, so I keep my eyes on his growing length. Yes, growing.

His breathing becomes heavy, and I have to say it's nice being the one with the power and in complete control over him. A moan leaves his mouth, and I tighten my grip around him. I move up and kiss him on the neck doing him as he just did me. Red marks are left behind.

He swears under his breath, and I smile against his neck. "Am I doing okay?" I whisper in his ear.

"Yes, baby,"

I know I am, but I just want to hear him say it. He flips me on my back, "What are y-"

"Keep going," he says.

I do what he says and place my hand back around him, still moving up and down. God, I want him so fucking bad right now; he's literally inches away from being inside me; I'm about to tell him to let's just do it and get it over with but, then he flips his finger in me at the same time my hands are wrapped around him.

At the same time, we both bring each other pleasure. He kisses me passionately, and we connect our blissful moment taking in each other's touch and reaching our point together.

I feel him tense up in my hand. We both let out one final moan simultaneously, I release, and then he turns over, releasing. He lays right beside me; we both breathe heavily, trying to catch our breaths; his and my chest move at the same pace as we both stare up at the ceiling.

...

"Wait," He stops me before we enter the auditorium.

"What? We're already late," My parents are going to kill me.

"Turn around," I do as he says, and turn around; he tucks the tag of my graduation gown.

"Oh, thank you," Wait, oh my god, "My cap?" I search the floor; I could've sworn I had it.

"Jayda, it's on your head,"

I feel my head and find the silkiness, "Oh," I laugh.

He shakes his head and says, "People are going to think we fucked,"

"What?" I growl. "Why would you say that?" I look both ways in the hallway, making sure no one is out here.

"Because you're acting...weird. You're acting like we just did a q-"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, don't say it," I place my hand over his mouth. "I know what you're going to say, so don't say it,"

He takes my hand and places it at my side, "Fine when we walk in here, I don't know you," he walks past me smiling.

We tiptoe into the auditorium and into our designated spots. We were told to stand according to our last name. They are just now about to give out the diplomas; we missed all the other stuff.

They call the first person's name, and then we all take a step forward. My phone vibrates,

*I know a quickie when I see one- Blair

*BLAIR!!!!

Thirty minutes later, they finally get to the K's. My name is called sixth. A loud scream flies through the building; it's Blair. Everyone in the crowd laughs, and she continues to clap her hands powerfully. Ryder is standing beside her, looking at her and frowning; he really doesn't like her.

I laugh while taking my diploma from the woman and continue to the end of the stage and down the steps; all I can think about is how I spent four years doing this shit all for some paper that proves I can do the Pythagorean Theorem and completed random useless shit, I will never use in life.

I have no idea how to do taxes or what the hell credit is; I don't even know how to balance a check. How and the hell am I supposed to survive?

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