The Window He Couldn’t Climb Back Through

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The Window He Couldnt Climb Back Through

I had a crush on the football star next door for three years.

The first time he climbed into my room, he took my virginity.

I thought my crush had finally come true.

Until the next day, when I heard him bragging to his teammates with my own ears:

The one I really want to chase is the cheer captain, and Mia was just practice.

He told me to buy emergency contraception myself, then turned around and kissed another girl in public, turning me into the laughingstock of the whole school.

Crying, I deleted every memory related to him, gave up on the university I had applied to for his sake, and instead applied to Cornell University, a thousand miles away.

But just when I decided to disappear completely, the man who had destroyed me with his own hands climbed into my room again and again.

"Didn't you say you liked me? Then why are you running now?"

I smiled and pushed him away.

"Chase, this time, get out of my life."

After I came home from cheer practice and was about to change for a shower, my bedroom window was smashed.

A football rolled to my feet.

Startled, I quickly grabbed my clothes and covered my chest.

"Who is it?"

Chase poked his head out from behind my curtains, then jumped in through the window with a charming smile.

"My football."

He was wearing only a pair of gray athletic shorts, sweat rolling down his pecs to his abs, his bronze skin glowing in the afternoon sun.

He took a few steps toward me, covering me in one huge shadow.

When he bent down to pick up the ball, the back of his hand brushed over my ankle and calf, and his hard knuckles sent a tremor through me.

I froze in place, my heart pounding like a drum.

Chase's friends whistled from downstairs outside my house.

He called out the window:

"Coming."

As he jumped out the window, he turned back and winked at me.

"Sorry I broke your window, Mia. I'll pay for it."

I walked to the window, and through the gap in the curtains, I saw Chase and his friends laughing and talking downstairs, making my heart race wildly.

Chase was my neighbor, and he was also the school's football star.

I had liked him ever since he moved here three years ago.

As an introvert, I forced myself to join the school's cheer squad just to get closer to him.

And today, he had actually appeared in my room?!

The little person in my head was screaming like crazy.

What I did not expect was that he climbed in through my window again that night.

"Jesus! You scared me!" I jumped up from my bed.

He leaned down and moved close to my face.

"I told you I'd pay for your window."

"Are you insane? You came over at night just to pay for my window?"

"Is that not allowed?"

"Fine, then. Fifty dollars."

"Are you sure you don't want any other compensation?"

Chase hooked a finger around the Pisces necklace on my neck and pulled me closer.

I smelled the lemon-scented body wash on him, and droplets of water from the ends of his hair fell onto my chest, bringing a trace of coldness.

Then he bit my lower lip and reached into my nightgown from behind.

Like a frightened cat, I arched my back, yet I could not help responding to his touch and kisses.

But he suddenly stopped, let me go, and gave me a playful smile.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

I opened my eyes and looked straight into his ice-blue ones.

"Yes."

Maybe my movements were too clumsy, because Chase whispered in my ear:

"First time?"

"Yes."

He frowned.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm sure."

"I'll be gentle."

Without warning, he shoved inside me in one hard, violent thrust.

I desperately held back my moans, biting Chase's shoulder as my fingers dug into his solid back.

I listened to my parents moving around downstairs, every noise magnified in the dead of night.

Thwack

Thwack

Thwack

I felt like I had been nailed to a cross.

I did not know how long passed before he finally rolled over and lay beside me.

"I have to go back, beautiful." His tone was a little cold as he put on his clothes.

Then he jumped out the window.

I stared at the fluttering curtains, feeling as if I had lost something.

Chase's scent, his warmth, his breathing, everything felt like a dream.

The next morning, I ran into Chase while practicing cheer with my teammates.

My face was bright red, and I did not dare look him in the eye.

But he acted as if nothing had happened.

After practice ended, I passed by the football team's locker room.

I heard Chase chatting with his teammates.

"You really slept with Mia?"

I felt a little embarrassed and was just about to quietly leave.

Then I heard Chase say carelessly:

"The one I want is Gianna, but I was afraid Gianna would think I'm too inexperienced, so I just used Mia for practice."

Chase's words were like a muffled thunderclap from a clear sky, striking me without warning.

Gianna was the cheer captain, the object of every guy's fantasies at school.

It was a hot afternoon, yet I felt cold all over.

The conversation in the locker room continued:

"Sounds like you two had quite a night."

"Did Mia make all those scratches on your back?"

Chase said arrogantly, "Mia should be grateful that her first time was with me. There are plenty of girls chasing me."

One guy cried out:

"What the fuck? You actually took Mia's virginity?!"

"As expected of our captain!"

Another guy commented:

"Mia is pretty, but she's too skinny, and her chest is smaller than a guy's. She can't compare to Gianna."

Chase irritably threw the football at him, cutting him off.

"I was just caught up in the moment, and besides, she seemed like she was having a hard time holding back too... she was the one who asked for it."

The others understood without needing more words and started teasing him one after another.

"Mia usually acts like a nun, but who knew she was that slutty in private?"

"The way she looks at you normally is like she wants to eat you alive."

The laughter in the locker room grew noticeably louder.

I bit my lower lip hard and clenched both hands into fists.

The sound of high heels came from the end of the hallway.

I suddenly snapped back to myself and fled in a panic.

I hid in the restroom and cried silently in front of the mirror.

My self-respect was completely destroyed.

If I had not heard it with my own ears, I would never have believed that the person who had been tangled with me so intimately last night was the same person.

So it turned out that people could do something so intimate without love.

And even at the most emotional, irrational moment, people could still lie and deceive.

What I had foolishly believed was my happy ending was nothing more than a joke in someone else's mouth.

The more I cried, the more miserable I felt.

Yet I did not even dare make a louder sound, and my body kept trembling.

After a long while.

A notification popped up on my phone.

It was from Chase.

[I forgot to remind you about something. I didn't wear a condom last night. Go buy emergency contraception yourself, and make sure you remember to take it. Good girl.]

I stared at the message, not knowing what to reply.

He and I had done it twice last night, and I clearly knew there would be risks, but I did not dare ask anything of him.

I had even felt secretly happy that he had not worn a condom, as if we could completely belong to each other and become one.

I never thought all I would get in return was his mockery.

In that instant, I became much more awake.

I turned on the faucet and washed away my tears.

After tidying myself up, I walked out of the restroom, rode my bike, and went to a pharmacy far from home.

After I got home and swallowed the pill, I sat on the carpet in my bedroom in a daze.

Through the window, I could see his room.

I watched him listen to music in his room and run on the treadmill.

To me, that had been the most charming view in the world.

Now, I only felt bitterness.

And he had broken into my window, then closed it with his own hands.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, lights came on one after another, then went out one after another.

I did not know how long had passed when my best friend Lily called me on video.

"Mia, why didn't you come to my birthday party tonight?

"Gianna showed up uninvited. While you're not here, she's trying to seduce Chase!"

After Lily finished speaking, she turned the camera around.

Gianna was wearing a miniskirt that barely covered her butt, sitting on Chase's lap.

Just as those boys had said, she really was sexy, with her chest and hips like taut balloons.

Gianna had her arms hooked around Chase's neck and was saying something in his ear.

Chase's hand rested casually on Gianna's thigh, and she made him burst out laughing.

Even through the screen, I could feel the intense, flirtatious atmosphere.

A sharp pain went through my chest.

I had secretly loved Chase for three years and approached him carefully, yet I had become a sex toy for his practice.

So it turned out that Gianna could get him so easily.

Then the people at the party started playing a dare game.

Gianna drew a dare to do fifty push-ups in the missionary position and needed to choose a male guest to cooperate.

As expected, Chase immediately stood up.

Everyone started cheering.

Gianna blushed and obediently lay down on the couch.

Chase braced himself above her and did dozens of push-ups in one go.

Several times, their lips touched.

On the last one, I did not know whether he had finally run out of strength or whether Chase had done it on purpose.

He failed to hold himself up and fell directly on top of Gianna.

The screams around them grew even louder, nearly lifting the roof off.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

Amid everyone's frantic cheering, Chase wrapped his arms around Gianna and kissed her wildly.

I stared at the screen, my heart feeling as if it had been cut by a knife.

On the other end of the call, Lily complained:

"Mia, do you see him clearly now? This is the man you're obsessed with."

"Don't blame me. If I didn't let you see it with your own eyes, you would never give up."

I gave a bitter smile.

"I don't blame you. I already knew."

I only blamed myself for being too stupid.

Lily said with heartache:

"I'm going to help you teach that jerk a lesson. If he doesn't love you, he could have just rejected you. Why did he do that to you last night?!"

"That was your first time! Stop loving him!"

"I won't, Lily," I said calmly.

"I've already decided. I'm going to Cornell University with you. But you have to help me keep it a secret for now."

After hanging up, I applied to Cornell University online.

I had originally wanted to apply to the University of Alabama because I hoped I could still go to the same school as Chase in college.

It had the best college football team in the country.

But now, I decided to stay far away from Chase, even though I was afraid of the cold and did not really like the North.

While showering that night, I saw myself in the bathroom mirror.

There were still obvious hickeys on my chest.

Memories of last night flooded back to me uncontrollably.

I shook my head hard, forcing myself to forget everything about last night.

Then I found the roughest washcloth and scrubbed my skin over and over until my whole body turned red.

I clumsily tried to wash away this most unbearable memory of my life.

Sure enough, Chase did not send me any more messages.

I mocked myself, wondering what I was still expecting.

I fell asleep in a blur through my tears.

Early the next morning, while I was still fast asleep, I suddenly felt in my dream that someone was chasing me.

I woke with a start.

But when I opened my eyes, what I saw was a familiar jaw and Adam's apple.

It was Chase, lying beside my bed.

I glanced at the pushed-open window, realizing he had broken into my room through my window again.

Seeing that I was awake, Chase stroked my face with his hand.

I hurriedly turned my head away and pushed him off.

"What are you doing in my room again?"

Chase froze for a second, then laughed at me.

"Why are you still shy?"

I sat up in bed, put some distance between us, and pointed at the window.

"Get out!"

Not only did Chase not move, he asked me with a playful grin:

"Why didn't you text me back yesterday?"

I opened my phone, and he really had sent me a message at one in the morning.

"Did you take the emergency contraception?"

Looking at that cold message, I said sarcastically:

"Don't worry. I took a whole box. I'm more afraid than you are of getting pregnant with your bastard."

Chase's jaw tightened, and his expression darkened.

But very quickly, he gave a playful smile again.

"What? Are you mad at me? How about we do it again as my apology?"

He took a condom out of his pocket.

"This time I'll remember to wear one."

Then he pulled me closer and reached into my nightgown.

A tingling sensation ran through me, but I quickly came back to my senses and struggled desperately.

But at five foot three, I was no match for this six-foot-three man.

"Chase, what exactly do you want?"

"Is playing with me and humiliating me the only joy in your life?"