Saturday Night Five Ch 13

The birthday weekend away will be a memory I'll always cherish. I didn't want that weekend to end but like all good things, they never last forever.

I was swept back to reality with exams set to begin the following week. It felt like everyone was studying and spending extra unwanted hours in the library. That week, I had never seen more people corrugating in the library ever than right now. All sorts of people, from the jocks to the nerds to everyone else that had any interest in passing their final exams.

What caught my attention was that fact that my old friends were busy with Bella and her crew. Michael, Chris and Theo all sat down with members of their group, preparing the girls for their exams rather than their own.

I know it sounded hypocritical but from across the library, something about this seemed off.

I didnt trust Bella and not just because of what Rose had been telling me about her. From an outside view, it looked like Bella and her friends were using them ahead of their exams. Taking their help and then ditching them straight after.

Again... hypocritical considering many people from school still believed the Saturday Night Five were using me in that exact same way.

I ran into Michael on my way home and knew I needed to approach him.

"Hey man, how have you been?"

He scoffed as he saw me approaching, we used to be such good friends and it was still a relationship I wanted to mend.

"What do you want Leo..." he spoke quietly, still walking.

By his side, I started to make a bit of small talk before I finally built the courage to bring up Bella and her crew and how they might be trying to take advantage of them. His eyes widened at the fact that I was being so bold to come to him with this.

Michael slowly began to laugh, "Oh really... the Saturday Night Five not enough for you? You want to try and take Bella's crew for yourself as well..."

"No Michael, Bella's toxic... the girls I hang around with... are different," I try telling him, "It's hard to explain but it's not the same."

"Please... if Bella is using us, then those girls are using you."

We went back and forth on the walk home from school but at this stage we were just butting heads. Neither one of us backing down from our own opinions or arguments. If anything, I was just making this even worse, it was time to start considering the fact that me and Michael may never be friends again.

***

The more I thought about it, the more I realised why I was coming off as a bit of a jerk. Michael rightfully so didn't trust my word. There was nothing I could do about that.

That night I went home and had an evening solely dedicated on my studies. I understood that I hadn't been as focused on it since I became friends with the Saturday Night Five. I was still continuing to help them study when and where I could but they appeared to be already back on track themselves.

Without a manipulative boyfriend, even Tayla who I was once worried about, was spending hours upon hours each week, studying for the upcoming exams.

The time flew this evening as I sat at my bedroom desk, finalising some psychology revision. My father popped his head in the door around 9:30pm to say they were off to bed downstairs.

Half an hour later, I was closing up my textbook, yawning at my desk. It so happened that my phone was vibrating on the bed as I was preparing to jump into bed. I tried to reach for the phone in time but I was too late, I had missed a call from Rose.

Unaware, I had missed multiple calls from the brunette.

"What the hell..." I muttered to myself.

I was reading a text that had followed the calls.

Rose: U awake? I'm out the front. Can you come and let me in?

Immediately I had to go and find her. I quietly moved down the staircase and to the front door. Behind the glassed window of the door, I could see the silhouette of a female figure on the front porch.

Letting her in, I directed her upstairs to my bedroom, cautious about waking up my parents. From the moment I saw her, I knew something wasn't right. Her smile was missing, her eyes were red and puffy which indicated that she had been crying not very long ago.

Rose knew my room well enough by now, she had a bag full of what I assumed was mainly clothes. I took it from her, and placed it below my desk as she dropped down onto the bed.

"Is everything okay?" I asked with concern.

She laid back on the bed with her hands moving straight to her eyes. I thought I could hear her laughing, that's what it sounded like anyway. The closer I got to her, the clearer I heard her.

It was tears, not laughter.

The brunette had her eyes covered, not wanting me to see. The moment I got closer, she flipped over on the bed and buried her head into my pillow.

"Rose? Are you alright?"

I heard her sob, muffled by my pillow.

I sat on the side of my bed and put a hand to her back. Over a baggy t-shirt she had thrown on before coming here, I gave her back a light rub. I didn't know what to do or what to say so I just continued to rub Rose's back as she tried to hide her emotions by covering her face.

This wasn't a girl that ever revealed her deepest emotions. While she sobbed, I wondered what boy had gotten to her this badly, trying to work out how on earth this could happen.

When the tears eventually stopped, she sat up and I finally got it out of her. She opened up to me and what I heard left me shocked.

It was her mother's boyfriend.

Meeting him once, I knew he wasn't a very nice person. But Rose started to tell me what exactly had been happening at home and what had pushed her to her limit. She briefly explained how they had yet another fight and this time the crazed man had slapped her with a back hand after she refused his drunk advances.

I was lost for words.

She couldn't go back there, not ever as long as he lived there. Even if she tried to go back, I wouldn't let her. I couldn't bare to let her go back to that environment.

Rose was adamant about not calling the police or reporting anything. I told her that she could stay at my place for as long as she liked.

I didn't know what to tell her, I was honestly shocked to hear this. It made me feel worse of a friend to not realise this was going on. Rose was so mentally exhausted that it didn't take long for her to fall asleep in my bed. I did my best to comfort her, staying close to her body as she slept.

***

Saturday Morning rolled around and I was laying next to Rose who was well and truly still passed out. It was a known fact that she loved to sleep in, on occasion she had missed first period at school because she would fall back to sleep after turning her alarm off.

I knew my parents would see her car in the side street which they now recognised at Rose's, and be wondering why it was there.

Wanting to clear things up with them, I got dressed and went downstairs to explain. I didn't go into detail but I made sure they knew that Rose had family issues at home which meant it wasn't safe for her to stay there. Of course my parents were understanding to this, offering up the spare bedroom for Rose to use for as long as she needed. For so long, having very little friends and no girlfriends, my parents were very receptive to my friendship with girls like Rose.

Giving her time to get up herself, I kept myself busy, even going to the gym off my own accord. By midday Rose was awake, showered and dressed, sitting cross legged on my bed, watching the tv.

"Hey, how you feeling today?" I asked, closing the bedroom door behind me.

Rose shrugged, "I dunno, fine I guess, I'm sorry about last night."

"Sorry? Are you serious, don't apologise for anything, I'm glad you came to me, I would have been annoyed if I found out you stayed there after that."

"Yeah, yeah I know... but I have to go back there eventually anyway, I just have to deal with my shit."

"I told you last night, you can stay here for as long as you need, I've already cleared this with my parents," I explained to her.

"Your mom told me, she set up the spare room for me," she said through a half-smile, "She's sweet. I see where you get it from."

"I just want to know that you're safe."

Rose sighed, I could tell she didn't want to talk or think about this any longer than we already had. What happened last night was her chance to get it off her chest, all at once, that was all she wanted to speak about the manner and I wanted to respect that.

"Anyway," I stated as I went to leave the room, "I can let you go, give you some space."

"Leo, it's your room for christ sake," Rose exclaimed, "If I wanted to hang alone, I'd chill in the spare bedroom."

I smiled, happy to see that she was too.

We organised time to help Rose temporarily move in, waiting for a moment where her house was empty.

Everything she needed, Rose brought with her. The brunette wasn't one for sentimental items, most of her belongings that she was bringing over were clothes and make up accessories.

For the rest of the afternoon, we set everything up in the spare bedroom which now felt a lot more like it belonged to her. I then let her settle in, fill the closet with her clothes and set up the room how she wished. In the meantime, I studied, prepared for the first exam coming up on Monday morning.

On my way to the bathroom, I stopped at the doorway and looked at what was an enormous pile of lingerie spread across the floor. Rose was on her knees, folding and sorted the whole lot.

"Wow... you own a lot of lingerie," I commented.

She chuckled, a thin light blue g-string in her hands, "You can say that again."

It was a sea of different colours in front of her, all sorts of materials.

"I'm obsessed with them," Rose commented again, "The different styles, the colours, my favourite thing to shop for... I'd love to design some one day..."

"Why don't you?"

She shrugged this time, now holding a light green lacy bra, "I couldn't... they've got professionals for that sort of thing, I'd be a amateur."

"Everyone's an amateur when they first get into something, you have to start somewhere," I told her, excited to hear Rose talking about a possible future career path or opportunity, "If it's a dream, you should pursue it, you've got nothing to lose."

Rose smiled very softly, "Thanks Leo..."

***

Despite the girls eagerness to always be out partying on Saturday Night's, with exams starting on Monday, no plans were created. I particularly was happy with this knowing I needed extra revision before my first exam.

My parents were out for a rare holiday for a week and left while myself and Rose were in the dining room, preparing for the first exams. They put down some cash on the kitchen bench, said we could buy what we liked for dinners, as long as it was used for dinner only and not put towards alcohol for the evening.

It was just over a minute since they had left the house that Rose brought up what I was worried she may suggest.

"You know this would be the perfect opportunity for you to throw your first house party..." she told me, sitting on the seat next to mine at the table.

"Rose... don't even think about it," I warned.

But even the brunette wasn't feeling like it this evening, "I know, I'm just saying... any other weekend and I'd be pushing harder for it."

It was probably partly due to the fact that we were letting her stay here. That would be testing my parent's patience and something that could ultimately see her kicked to the curve.

"What do you want for dinner?" Rose shut her laptop.

I shrugged, attempting to push my hunger aside and keep working. I was still locked in a zone, revising because I felt like I needed it.

The brunette asked the same question again.

"Whatever you want, I'm not fussy."

She didn't appreciate the way I ignored her, not even looking up from my textbook. She got up out of her chair, grabbed my text book and started to walk away with it.

"Rose, what are you doing?"

She was heading for the backyard, "You've been studying all day, you're not going to learn anything more than what you already know, it's time for dinner."

"What are you doing with my textbook?" I said, standing up.

"Getting rid of it," she said so naturally as if this made any sense.

I went to follow her and as soon as I did, she began to run outside. I chased after her, into our backyard. The brunette jumped off the porch and onto the grass, running towards our back fence.

"Rose!!"

She laughed, enjoying the sight of me chasing after her over a stupid school book.

"Give it back, those textbooks are expensive!"

Ugh... that sounded so lame.

The brunette came to a halt at the back fence, the way she held the textbook, I knew she was going to threaten to throw it over the fence.

"Your neighbours have a pool don't they?" she teased, starting to wind her arms back and fourth with the book in hand.

"Rose... don't..."

Such a cheeky and guilt smile on her face, I was inching forward to her as if I was about to leap forward at any second and tackle her to the grass.

"I'm warning you... don't throw that.... NOOO!"

I watched her attempt to throw the book, charging forward to try and stop her. It was too late, it had left her hands. The only problem for Rose... she can't throw to save her life.

The heavy textbook couldn't even get over the top of the fence. It crashed into the wooden pickets and fell back down in our backyard. She may have had front position to pick it up again but I was now right behind her which allowed me to tackle her from behind.

I lifted her up off the ground, listening to her laughing at our spectacular fail.

"You are so, so bad!!" I laughed, dragging her away.

It was all for nothing for Rose, I took the textbook back inside, a few pages damaged but all in tact and not in my neighbours outdoor pool. But I clearly got the message from her, no more studying.

After some back and forth argument, we settled on Pizza. It was such a nice evening, the sun setting on our walk to the local pizza shop, more than comfortable weather to be in shorts and t-shirt. Something as simple as walking down the street while the sun set was made so much better when around Rose.

It was dark by the time we were back. We took advantage of having the house to ourselves to parking ourselves in the lounge, eating pizza and having a movie marathon night. It's what Rose wanted to do and she was my guest and after all, what she had been through yesterday, putting an end to my own. studying for a day was the least I could do.

We ate, laughed, watched a light hearted film, chatted and got along like two best friends. It was the side that most people didn't see of Rose. Boys will continue to paint her with one shade, seeing her as nothing but a sexy slut that would put out. Everytime I heard that now, it bugged me, it bugged me that nobody appreciated the other fun side to her.

Don't get me wrong, she was the most sexual girl I had come across. But it sure wasn't her entire personality.

We put on another movie, this time Friday the 13th, a horror film. It did present some different talking points, particularly in the nudity scenes. During Julianna Guill's topless sex scene, I couldn't control my boner. I can't have been the only one.

Now under a big blanket on the couch, you wouldn't be able to tell. But Rose so open with this and the fact that we have been so intimate together in the past, she had no hesitation to reach over to her left and feel my crotch.

"Awwwhh someone likes this movie!" she exclaimed.

"Oh leave me alone!"

She gave my cock a few squeezes from the outside of my shorts, "She does have nice titties, you like them don't you??"

Rose messed with me for the rest of the movie, teasing me about my boners. I certainly wasn't complaining about it, a bit of friendly action was definitley on my radar now that the books were put away.

Friday the 13th finished and we started scrolling through Netflix, working out what we could watch next. It became quite the challenge, nothing we could agree on, getting pickier as the night wore on.

We were at a loss.

Rose was getting distracted now, her phone was constantly going off every two seconds, a new message coming through each time.

"Who is it now?" I asked her.

"Eric Mooney," she said, texting away.

"What does he want?"

"He's trying to figure out who I'm going to prom with," Rose replied, this time, putting her phone down, "I told him I'm taken."

"Who are you going with?"

"That depends."

"On what?" I asked now with curiosity.

"On you of course."

"Me? You want to go with me?"

"I think it would be nice," she shrugged, "But the more I think about it, the less I think it would work."

Again I wanted to know why, I pressured her to continue.

"If you go with me, you risk hurting your chances with Annie... who I know is who you really want to be with."

She looked at the guilty look on my face and smiled, "We all know Leo, we know how much you like her and if you don't ask her to prom then maybe you might miss your chance with her."

I could barely respond, the whole conversation made me feel a little sick in the stomach. Exams were still first in mind, I had been putting aside the thought of prom until this moment. The pressure of picking one girl over the others was extremely high. Rose could tell I was beginning to worry about it. We had been having such a wonderful night and the last thing that she wanted to do was ruin it for me by making me stress about something like this. She tried to take the pressure off me, "Don't worry about it now anyway, it'll all work out, no matter who you go with. Come on, let's get back to our movies, we've got to pick something."

"Alright but no more on Netflix, we can't decide on anything off this," I smiled, "We'll just find something pirated online to watch, I'll have a look now."

"As in you'll cast it to the screen?" Rose asked.

"Yeah."

"Alright... that sounds cool," Rose said, looking back at her phone.

But it wasn't long until the brunette had another idea. She held her iPhone in her hand, glancing over to me. I looked back at her, wondering why there was a smirk that had creeped up on her face.

"Can you cast porn to this tv?"

"Uhh yeah... yeah I guess I could."

Rose smiled, "Good... let's give it a go. We'll never agree on a movie and this should be a little more interesting. When else are you going to get a chance to sit with me on this couch and watch porn on the tv screen?"

"Fair point."

My dick began to stir hearing the way she spoke to me. The girl was right, the idea of sitting in front of the television, watching porn next to arguably the hottest girl I knew was very appealing.

We had to pick something we both agreed on, searching through Pornhub, we eventually decided on something.

Rose was the one pushing me to decide on something, maybe wanting to get a better idea on my kinks. I went with what was the safe option, a Lana Rhoades video. Dressed in tight blue yoga pants, a very thin material that made it easy to rip open, the porn actress on screen had me erect in no time.

Unlike before, I didn't try to hide the tent in my shorts. Besides me, Rose who was wearing a simple maroon coloured Harvard sweatshirt and black bike shorts, was leaning further back on the couch.

"She's so hot," Rose said.

"Yeah," I replied, almost a little awkwardly.

She looked to her right at me, "Is she your ideal type?"

"I don't know, I don't really have an exact type..."

We kept watching, the terrible acting from both Lana and her male co-star making us quietly chuckle. When she started to handle the gigantic cock in front of her, things started to heat up here on the couch. I instinctively touched myself from the outside of my shorts. It was something that did not go unnoticed from Rose.