It had started to get dark and after texting my mother I'd sleep over, and telling Nicole that mom was outside waiting for me, I found my way out the damn place. Diane and I made it out alive and we climbed in her Volvo on our way to her place. She seemed genuinely happy, but I still had too many questions on my mind to reciprocate the small grin that played on her lips.

I kept touching my bracelet and looking out the window and then I almost jumped when her hand touched my thigh, "Everything okay?" She asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, yeah."

We arrived at her place and she opened a bottle of wine for herself but offered me liquor, of course I declined and took a glass of water instead. I had never been much of a teenager, if you ask me. I'd rather spend my free time with friends, reading, even trying to understand math, and sometimes I enjoyed drawing, but I was never a party girl, so alcohol wasn't really my thing.

I had a cigarette that I had stolen from Nicole, so I lit it with the kitchen's fire and made my way to the living room, where she was almost halfway through her red wine glass.

"Okay, so... Uh..." Diane rambled, pacing around the room.

"Dee." I called.

She looked up and I saw her frightened eyes, "I'm sorry. I... It's hard for me. I don't... I never talk about this to anybody."

I walked towards her and grabbed her glass, leaving it on the coffee table and then walking along her to the couch. We both sat down and she took the cigarette from me, smoking what was left of it before she truly looked at me in the eye and took a deep breath.

Diane threw the cigarette butt on the coffee table as well, probably making a mental note to put it in the garbage later. Then she looked at me in the eyes again and swallowed, she was having a hard time and I could see it in her eyes.

"Just say something, please," I spoke.

Diane nodded, "I was nineteen, uh... I went to California, LA, to visit my cousins and just spend the summer..."

"And?"

"I went a little wild. Uh, I was partying and having fun, and I had sex with a man. I was experiencing and I was a little tipsy, so I had sex with a random dude. He was good looking and he had bought me a drink." Diane said a little shaky, grabbing her glass from the coffee table and taking a drink from it, "I came back home, my parents were already divorced and I lived with my mom, so, a couple weeks passed and I turned out to be pregnant. I never... I never imagined that would happen to me."

Diane's eyes filled with tears. She put her red wine glass back on the table and looked at me again. As much as all of this was unexpected for me and I still was so confused, I got closer to her and hugged her.

"It's alright," I whispered to her, rubbing circles on her back.

Diane pulled away after a while and talked again, this time she didn't meet my gaze, she looked down to her ring, "My mom kicked me out so... I moved in with my dad and he supported me to get through with the pregnancy." She brushed a tear away from her cheek.

"After writing down thousands of baby names and reading books on breastfeeding...I was twenty weeks,  I was off the hook. One day I didn't feel so good and I... I didn't tell my dad because I figured it was normal. I vaguely remember, but I woke up in the ER." Diane sobbed, her body shaking with each sob.

Now I felt awful. I was a damn monster for what I had said earlier this week and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Diane had been through so much crap and there I was on Wednesday, being a bitch, not to mention earlier when I confronted her about ignoring me. She was dealing with something deeply sensitive and I had treated her in such a crappy way.

My heart ached for her, "Dee, I'm so sorry." I told her as I embraced her again, tears leaving my own eyes.

TW: MENTION OF DEATH

"I lost him. I knew it was a boy from the beginning." She said, sniffing.

Diane hugged me back, "I'm so sorry." I repeated.

Diane cried against me and her tears soaked my sweater, but I didn't give a fuck. I was happy to be there for her and comfort her, to hold her and have her close to me. I cared so much for her that her loss felt like my own loss.

I kissed her temple and kept running circles on her back, "You're okay, you're okay," I whispered in her ear, trying to soothe her.

"Do you know what it is to push a baby out of you? A... dead baby? I never heard him cry, I never saw his eyes..." Diane said.

I closed my eyes shut, and held Diane even tighter, "I am so sorry, you can't even imagine. I am incredibly sorry you had to go through all of that." I told her.

"I got to hold him for a while, but I never got to be his mom."

I cried as she kept talking, "Do you hate me?" Diane asked.

I pushed away from her embrace, "Are you kidding? You should hate me for how I treated you."

She shook her head, "You didn't know, it's okay Lou."

"No, I'm truly sorry for how mean I was to you. God, I was an evil witch."

Diane giggled a little in between tears, which made some weight lift off my shoulders somehow, she tried her best to smile, "That's why I have a hard time around September 29th."

"I'll keep that in mind next time," I told her and leaned closer to kiss her cheek, "I'm still very, very sorry."

"It's okay. Thank you for letting me explain, It's already hard having to be your teacher, I didn't want to keep this from you."

Her hand found my jaw and pulled me closer to her for a peck on the lips, "What was that for?" I asked, watching her sad eyes turn into something more joyful.

"For being patient."

Her lips found mine again, but this time both her hands held my face closer to hers as her lips kissed mine passionately.

I moaned against her lips and the feeling of how they captured mine again and again, "Let's go to bed, shall we?"

"Yeah sure," I replied, and I smiled as I watched her smile.

We went to her bedroom and I used her makeup remover to get rid of the mascara that had gotten ruined while we both cried. She just sat there and I cleaned her face for her, then I pecked her lips before I finished.

After that Diane browsed through her closet and I sat at the edge of the bed, watching her look for something I could sleep in.

I stood up and intervened, "A shirt will do just fine."

"Are you sure?" She asked looking back as I took off my own shirt, and I saw her eyes move to my chest, clearly watching my breasts against my bra.

"I am." I said, turning away and unclamping my bra so I could take it off. Her eyes saw only see my bare back, but I knew she was enjoying it.

I put on the shirt I grabbed from Diane and then turned around to meet her looking at me like I was a piece of meat.

Her eyes were full of lust and she was biting on her lower lip, looking at me like all she wanted was to have me then and there.

I smirked, "What?"

Her eyes widened and she stopped biting on her lip, "Uh... Nothing." Diane said and she turned away to remove her own clothes as well, to this I stared.

She got rid of her baggy jeans first, stepping out of them, revealing her naked, toned, perfect legs. She then took off her shirt, leaving her wearing her matching white laced underwear.

I was practically drooling when she turned around and revealed another perspective of her perfect body. Her tits were round and they looked even more delicious in her brallette, since I could see a glimpse of her hard nipples.

"What?" She said, reciprocating my earlier question.

I rolled my eyes, "Shut up" and I took a step forward to kiss her delicious lips.

She giggled against my lips, "Lou, Lou."

"Oui Madame?" I replied in my best try at french, watching her eyes sparkle with must down at me.

She pecked my lips before caressing the contours of my face, "You're gorgeous."

"You're smoking hot."

Diane started laughing, but I was too distracted with her bare neck and how close her breasts were to mine to laugh along.

I ran my fingertips through her collarbone, watching every inch of her perfect skin, feeling the goosebumps rising on my own skin.

"Look at me," Diane demanded in a soft tone.

I looked at her, "My, my, my... those eyes."

Diane turned around and then put on an oversized shirt as well, then she took off her bralette from underneath and tossed it before walking past me to the bed, where she got under the covers.

I took off my skirt and walked to the bed as well, getting under the covers. I supported myself on one arm, facing her as she laid her back against the mattress.

"What happened to the body?" I asked.

She looked up at me a bit confused, "Aaron's body." I specified.

"Oh, uh, well we planted a tree with his ashes. It's in my dad's backyard. He's my neighbor, actually."

I nodded, "I didn't expect that."

Diane giggled, "Thank you for understanding, Lou. It's... it's a big deal for me and I don't trust anybody with things like this."

"Of course I understand, I still feel so sorry for being a bitch." Yeah, I wasn't super proud of the superman joke.

She looked down to her lap, "I kinda deserved that, I should have waited for a good moment to tell you the whole story." she looked back at me in the eye.

"It's alright." I told her and grabbed her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, "Is it weird I thought that Sarah girl was nice until I found out you two dated?"

"Aw, jealous?" She asked, bringing her body closer to mine.

"I normally don't admit it, but yes." I said, rolling my eyes.

Diane giggled and kissed the back of my hand, the same hand that remained glued to hers.

"You're cute when you're jealous." The blonde said as she got even closer to me, close enough I could feel her body temperature.

"It's a little infuriating though." I say, looking into her brown greenish eyes and how beautiful they look when there's not much light in a room.

"You want me all to yourself?" She raised an eyebrow, to which I replied by kissing her lips and letting go of her hand, because now I was grabbing her by the hip, trying my best to pull her closer to me, and I loved the feeling of her naked skin underneath my palm.

I also loved the feeling of her tongue battling against mine.

Next think I knew I was on top of Diane with a leg to either side of her, kissing her and holding her chin with one of my hands while the other one supported me on top.

"Lou," She moaned, my lips trailing down her neck.

One of her hands held my head and the other one was on my shoulder, grabbing onto it. I started kissing her collarbone but she surprised me by throwing the covers off of us somehow and then taking the position on top of me, my back against the mattress this time.

I gasped at the feeling of her tongue licking behind my earlobe, and then moaned at the feeling of one of her hands grabbing one of my breasts.

"Dee..." I said, to which she kept kissing my sensitive skin, "Diane," I called again.

The blonde stopped what she was doing and got her hand off my tit, looking down at me with an alarmed look, like she had done something wrong.

"Everything alright?" She asked, getting her hair off her face, pulling it over her shoulder.

I nodded, "Yeah, I just... I..." I rambled, feeling so silly and embarrassed.

She smiled at me, "You haven't done this with a woman before?"

"Yeah... or ever." I said shyly. I know she wasn't going to think that I was a prude, but I still had that insecurity living inside my head.

Diane smiled softly at me and pecked my lips, "It's alright. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, I don't mind stopping."

"I'm sorry." I said, feeling pathetic. We were having a good time but my fears had taken over.

"Don't be. It's okay if you want to wait," Diane said, leaning closer to kiss my forehead, "How about some cuddles?"

I smiled at her and nodded my head yes, then she got herself off me and I turned around to be the little spoon.

Her arm brought me closer to her, to the point my back was against her chest and her lips were against the back of my head.

"Night, Lou." She muttered.

"Good night." I muttered back, and I felt her lips pressing against my shoulder over the fabric of the shirt I still had on.

I smiled to myself and tried to get some sleep before regretting ending our hot make out session.