To Find A Way. (V)
Title: To Find A Way
Pairing: Tessa & Scott with a little mention of Jessica and mysterious future lover of Tessa
Rated: PG
Synopsis: It is a thin line between platonic and physical relationship. Once the line is crossed there is no way back. With two more innocent hearts on the line and about to be broken, they are trying to find a way out of the mess they have made, at the same time needing each other more and more each day.
Author's Note: I know I promised to post this earlier this week, but I was super busy and I'm sorry. Accept yet another chapter as my apology to you all. Thanks to those who are reading and commenting, your support and comments mean the world to me. :D Thanks to Jade once again for editing this chapter. ;) Reviews are welcomed, loved and greatly appreciated. :) Enjoy!
Disclaimer: This story is not real, it's fiction. I don't know Scott, Tessa, their families and friends personally. Everything what you are going to read is my pure imagination.
Chapter number 5 - Can’t stand it.
Two hours later on Saturday night.
“I can’t believe this,” Alma managed to say in between fits of laughter as everyone started to laugh again. Everyone except Scott. This was getting ridiculous. He came uninvited and now he was getting all attention, even his girlfriend was wiping her eyes as she continued to giggle uncontrollably. He remembered something about his own mother calling Fedor charming. Charming? What was wrong with everyone? Two long hours he had endured his presence, and still it looked like he wasn’t going to leave anytime soon. Damn him! All night he had observed him with a blank expression, glaring at him every now and then when he was sure nobody was watching, and he honestly didn’t know for how long he would be able to stand his presence anymore. Things were slowly getting out of hand and he was ready to jump over the table and attack him. Another glare in Fedor’s direction who was the soul of their dinner party and then...
“I didn’t know that you and Tessa were dating again.”
Why thank you, Charlie, for reminding everyone. As if he could ever forget the fact that Fedor had indeed dated Tessa.
“Actually we are not...ouch!”
Fedor shot Tessa a questioning look as he bent to rub his leg. Tessa had kicked him in the shin and it hurt. Her gaze stayed glued on him, her eyes pleading.
“We are not actually dating. We realized that we wanted to give it another go, but we both are approaching it very carefully and slowly. Taking baby steps so to speak,” Fedor corrected himself immediately as he looked at Tessa lovingly and took her hand in his. He gave Tessa’s hand a gentle squeeze and smiled at her, she, of course, returned his smile.
ENOUGH! Scott had finally had enough of this! Trying to resist the urge to scream out loud, he stood up so sharply that he knocked over the chair on which he was sitting. Everyone turned to look at him, nine pairs of eyes looking at him questioningly.
“I need fresh air,” Scott managed to muster as he marched out of the dining room, leaving his family, girlfriend, best friend and Fedor behind. It was not like he would go outside; instead Scott decided to hide in the kitchen where his mother’s famous fruit cake would keep him a company. Taking the delicious looking cake from the kitchen counter, Scott sat down at the kitchen table. “Fucking Fedor! Who the hell he thinks he is? Always so charming and loved, very polite and funny, a gentleman and always so nice. He just comes and takes everything from me - my family, friend, even my girlfriend. The mere look of that Russian asshole and they all forget that I exist. Fuck him!” Scott thought to himself grumpily as he stuffed enormous pieces of fruit cake in his mouth one after another. At this point he didn’t care that he had probably ruined their dessert because Fedor didn’t deserve to eat his mother’s delicious cake, not that night, not ever.
“Scott?” A soft voice next to him made him stop and turn his head to look at the person that was standing next to him.
“Yes?” Scott’s voice was muffled by the big chunk of cake in his mouth. His hand that was holding a fork with another huge piece of cake on it had frozen in the air as he shot Tessa a questioning look.
“What are you doing here?” Tessa sighed and put her hand on his left shoulder.
“Isn’t that obvious?” Scott murmured as he put another piece of cake in his mouth. For a moment he was considering shaking off her hand because he was just that angry, but decided against it, it felt too good, and even if he tried to deny it - it was comforting.
“Is that dessert?” Tessa asked, pursing her lips. Scott was acting weird, and she didn’t like it at all. It was unlike him to just leave the table in the middle of the dinner, come to the kitchen and eat dessert all by himself.
“That was a dessert,” Scott corrected her indifferently as he offered her cake as well, but Tessa declined it, shaking her head.
“No, thank you. Scott, are you sure that you are feeling alright?”
“Am I feeling alright?” Scott laughed humorlessly and stabbed his fork in the center of the cake. “No! I don’t feel alright, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? I’m not alright; you see I’m far from alright. Happy?”
Tessa jumped a little when she saw him stab the cake, but didn’t move away. She wasn’t scared of him since he knew that he would never hurt her. In fact he would never hurt anyone, not even that guy who broke her heart when they were still at the high school. She could remember him having heated exchanges with people, but not once he had hit anyone.
“Maybe I can help,” she offered sweetly, leaning down and placing a kiss on the top of her best friend’s head.
“You can’t, Tutu,” Scott’s voice was weak, but she heard him anyway. Tessa sighed and rested her chin on his head, her arms sneaking around his neck.
“I didn’t mean to cause you any trouble.”
“I know, T. It’s not you, it’s everything else,” Scott sighed and closed his eyes. Usually it was him that was comforting Tessa, funny how things had changed and now it was Tessa who was comforting him. He didn’t mind since she was the only one who managed to calm him and comfort him these days.
“What are you doing here?” His mother’s voice made them both turn their head to look in her direction. Tessa let go of Scott quickly and took a step back, while Scott shifted in his seat, his eyes resting upon the cake with the fork right in the middle of it.
“We were just talking,” Tessa supplied with a weak smile, and Alma nodded. Then she finally noticed the disaster Scott was looking at. Her eyes widened as she rushed over to the table and observed her cake with shocked expression.
“You better have a good explanation about what happened to my cake,” she warned, glancing at her son and then turning her attention back to her poor cake.
“I...well...it’s delicious,” Scott stuttered, looking at his mother sheepishly.
“And that’s why you had to ruin our dessert? Scott, what is wrong with you? We have guests, but we don’t have a dessert. What are they going to think?”
Scott stared at his mother for a long time. He loved her dearly, but that night she just didn’t understand. Nobody did, to everyone he probably seemed like a madman walking around, screaming, knocking over chairs and stabbing cakes, but the truth was - it hurt so much it was hard to act normal. With another sharp movement, Scott was already on his feet, knocking over his chair once again. The loud noise echoed in the silent kitchen, and Tessa closed her eyes not really wanting to see and know what would happen next.
“Why don’t you both bake a new cake for your beloved Fedor. Otherwise I’m not sure what he will think if you are going to let him leave without having a dessert,” with that Scott rushed out of the kitchen, leaving the very stunned Tessa and Alma behind. He didn’t know where he was going; all he knew was that he needed to get out of there as soon as possible. He ran upstairs and quickly disappeared behind the first door. Only when the door closed behind him, he breathed out a sigh of relief as he found himself in the bathroom.
Scott didn’t know how long he had stayed in the bathroom alone, leaning over the sink with his both hands holding onto it to keep him up, but it had been quite some time he guessed. The sound of the door opening shook him, but he didn’t dare to turn and look at the incomer. What if it was his mother who had come to scold him once again? Maybe it was Jessica who was worried and suspected that something wasn’t right. Probably the incomer was his father, one of his bothers or what would be even worse Fedor. Scott closed his eyes and took a deep breath, this was harder than he had expected, to have dinner with your family shouldn’t be so complicated and hard.
“Scott...” the familiar, melodic voice filled his ears, and Scott’s eyes snapped open. The familiar, comfortable silence enveloped them again, but this time there was something more in the air...tension, expectations, need. Whatever it was it reminded him about the strange moment before the storm. The moment when everything looks calm on the outside, but somewhere something strong is building up, preparing to break free. Looking up, he saw Tessa in the mirror. She was standing at the closed door, wearing her beautiful dark blue dress. Scott had been so busy with himself and his guilt trip that he hadn’t even noticed how beautiful she looked that night, every little part of her was stunning, extraordinary, special and so Tessa. Only her ever so familiar sweet expression was clouded by the one only he and maybe few others knew. It was something had had become so familiar with in past few days yet at the same time it was still so strange. In a reflection of the mirror he watched her as she locked the door, her eyes like glued to him. Scott waited for her to say something, anything, but looked like she would go for less talking more action this time. Once the door was safely locked, Tessa made her way over to Scott, and it wasn’t until her slender arms slid around his waist that he finally dared to let out a breath he didn’t even know he had been holding. It came out shaky and loud, but at this point he couldn’t bring himself to care. With the feel of her hot breath on his neck, her warm, soft lips on his neck as her hands kept tugging at his sweater, he slowly came undone, losing himself to her gladly, ready to fulfill her wishes and give her everything she would ask for.
“I need you,” her voice was hoarse and a mere whisper, but it was all he needed. Turning around, he wrapped her up in his arms and crashed his lips against hers. If that was what she wanted then she would get it.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Pairing: Tessa & Scott with a little mention of Jessica and mysterious future lover of Tessa
Rated: PG
Synopsis: It is a thin line between platonic and physical relationship. Once the line is crossed there is no way back. With two more innocent hearts on the line and about to be broken, they are trying to find a way out of the mess they have made, at the same time needing each other more and more each day.
Author's Note: I know I promised to post this earlier this week, but I was super busy and I'm sorry. Accept yet another chapter as my apology to you all. Thanks to those who are reading and commenting, your support and comments mean the world to me. :D Thanks to Jade once again for editing this chapter. ;) Reviews are welcomed, loved and greatly appreciated. :) Enjoy!
Disclaimer: This story is not real, it's fiction. I don't know Scott, Tessa, their families and friends personally. Everything what you are going to read is my pure imagination.
Chapter number 5 - Can’t stand it.
Two hours later on Saturday night.
“I can’t believe this,” Alma managed to say in between fits of laughter as everyone started to laugh again. Everyone except Scott. This was getting ridiculous. He came uninvited and now he was getting all attention, even his girlfriend was wiping her eyes as she continued to giggle uncontrollably. He remembered something about his own mother calling Fedor charming. Charming? What was wrong with everyone? Two long hours he had endured his presence, and still it looked like he wasn’t going to leave anytime soon. Damn him! All night he had observed him with a blank expression, glaring at him every now and then when he was sure nobody was watching, and he honestly didn’t know for how long he would be able to stand his presence anymore. Things were slowly getting out of hand and he was ready to jump over the table and attack him. Another glare in Fedor’s direction who was the soul of their dinner party and then...
“I didn’t know that you and Tessa were dating again.”
Why thank you, Charlie, for reminding everyone. As if he could ever forget the fact that Fedor had indeed dated Tessa.
“Actually we are not...ouch!”
Fedor shot Tessa a questioning look as he bent to rub his leg. Tessa had kicked him in the shin and it hurt. Her gaze stayed glued on him, her eyes pleading.
“We are not actually dating. We realized that we wanted to give it another go, but we both are approaching it very carefully and slowly. Taking baby steps so to speak,” Fedor corrected himself immediately as he looked at Tessa lovingly and took her hand in his. He gave Tessa’s hand a gentle squeeze and smiled at her, she, of course, returned his smile.
ENOUGH! Scott had finally had enough of this! Trying to resist the urge to scream out loud, he stood up so sharply that he knocked over the chair on which he was sitting. Everyone turned to look at him, nine pairs of eyes looking at him questioningly.
“I need fresh air,” Scott managed to muster as he marched out of the dining room, leaving his family, girlfriend, best friend and Fedor behind. It was not like he would go outside; instead Scott decided to hide in the kitchen where his mother’s famous fruit cake would keep him a company. Taking the delicious looking cake from the kitchen counter, Scott sat down at the kitchen table. “Fucking Fedor! Who the hell he thinks he is? Always so charming and loved, very polite and funny, a gentleman and always so nice. He just comes and takes everything from me - my family, friend, even my girlfriend. The mere look of that Russian asshole and they all forget that I exist. Fuck him!” Scott thought to himself grumpily as he stuffed enormous pieces of fruit cake in his mouth one after another. At this point he didn’t care that he had probably ruined their dessert because Fedor didn’t deserve to eat his mother’s delicious cake, not that night, not ever.
“Scott?” A soft voice next to him made him stop and turn his head to look at the person that was standing next to him.
“Yes?” Scott’s voice was muffled by the big chunk of cake in his mouth. His hand that was holding a fork with another huge piece of cake on it had frozen in the air as he shot Tessa a questioning look.
“What are you doing here?” Tessa sighed and put her hand on his left shoulder.
“Isn’t that obvious?” Scott murmured as he put another piece of cake in his mouth. For a moment he was considering shaking off her hand because he was just that angry, but decided against it, it felt too good, and even if he tried to deny it - it was comforting.
“Is that dessert?” Tessa asked, pursing her lips. Scott was acting weird, and she didn’t like it at all. It was unlike him to just leave the table in the middle of the dinner, come to the kitchen and eat dessert all by himself.
“That was a dessert,” Scott corrected her indifferently as he offered her cake as well, but Tessa declined it, shaking her head.
“No, thank you. Scott, are you sure that you are feeling alright?”
“Am I feeling alright?” Scott laughed humorlessly and stabbed his fork in the center of the cake. “No! I don’t feel alright, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? I’m not alright; you see I’m far from alright. Happy?”
Tessa jumped a little when she saw him stab the cake, but didn’t move away. She wasn’t scared of him since he knew that he would never hurt her. In fact he would never hurt anyone, not even that guy who broke her heart when they were still at the high school. She could remember him having heated exchanges with people, but not once he had hit anyone.
“Maybe I can help,” she offered sweetly, leaning down and placing a kiss on the top of her best friend’s head.
“You can’t, Tutu,” Scott’s voice was weak, but she heard him anyway. Tessa sighed and rested her chin on his head, her arms sneaking around his neck.
“I didn’t mean to cause you any trouble.”
“I know, T. It’s not you, it’s everything else,” Scott sighed and closed his eyes. Usually it was him that was comforting Tessa, funny how things had changed and now it was Tessa who was comforting him. He didn’t mind since she was the only one who managed to calm him and comfort him these days.
“What are you doing here?” His mother’s voice made them both turn their head to look in her direction. Tessa let go of Scott quickly and took a step back, while Scott shifted in his seat, his eyes resting upon the cake with the fork right in the middle of it.
“We were just talking,” Tessa supplied with a weak smile, and Alma nodded. Then she finally noticed the disaster Scott was looking at. Her eyes widened as she rushed over to the table and observed her cake with shocked expression.
“You better have a good explanation about what happened to my cake,” she warned, glancing at her son and then turning her attention back to her poor cake.
“I...well...it’s delicious,” Scott stuttered, looking at his mother sheepishly.
“And that’s why you had to ruin our dessert? Scott, what is wrong with you? We have guests, but we don’t have a dessert. What are they going to think?”
Scott stared at his mother for a long time. He loved her dearly, but that night she just didn’t understand. Nobody did, to everyone he probably seemed like a madman walking around, screaming, knocking over chairs and stabbing cakes, but the truth was - it hurt so much it was hard to act normal. With another sharp movement, Scott was already on his feet, knocking over his chair once again. The loud noise echoed in the silent kitchen, and Tessa closed her eyes not really wanting to see and know what would happen next.
“Why don’t you both bake a new cake for your beloved Fedor. Otherwise I’m not sure what he will think if you are going to let him leave without having a dessert,” with that Scott rushed out of the kitchen, leaving the very stunned Tessa and Alma behind. He didn’t know where he was going; all he knew was that he needed to get out of there as soon as possible. He ran upstairs and quickly disappeared behind the first door. Only when the door closed behind him, he breathed out a sigh of relief as he found himself in the bathroom.
Scott didn’t know how long he had stayed in the bathroom alone, leaning over the sink with his both hands holding onto it to keep him up, but it had been quite some time he guessed. The sound of the door opening shook him, but he didn’t dare to turn and look at the incomer. What if it was his mother who had come to scold him once again? Maybe it was Jessica who was worried and suspected that something wasn’t right. Probably the incomer was his father, one of his bothers or what would be even worse Fedor. Scott closed his eyes and took a deep breath, this was harder than he had expected, to have dinner with your family shouldn’t be so complicated and hard.
“Scott...” the familiar, melodic voice filled his ears, and Scott’s eyes snapped open. The familiar, comfortable silence enveloped them again, but this time there was something more in the air...tension, expectations, need. Whatever it was it reminded him about the strange moment before the storm. The moment when everything looks calm on the outside, but somewhere something strong is building up, preparing to break free. Looking up, he saw Tessa in the mirror. She was standing at the closed door, wearing her beautiful dark blue dress. Scott had been so busy with himself and his guilt trip that he hadn’t even noticed how beautiful she looked that night, every little part of her was stunning, extraordinary, special and so Tessa. Only her ever so familiar sweet expression was clouded by the one only he and maybe few others knew. It was something had had become so familiar with in past few days yet at the same time it was still so strange. In a reflection of the mirror he watched her as she locked the door, her eyes like glued to him. Scott waited for her to say something, anything, but looked like she would go for less talking more action this time. Once the door was safely locked, Tessa made her way over to Scott, and it wasn’t until her slender arms slid around his waist that he finally dared to let out a breath he didn’t even know he had been holding. It came out shaky and loud, but at this point he couldn’t bring himself to care. With the feel of her hot breath on his neck, her warm, soft lips on his neck as her hands kept tugging at his sweater, he slowly came undone, losing himself to her gladly, ready to fulfill her wishes and give her everything she would ask for.
“I need you,” her voice was hoarse and a mere whisper, but it was all he needed. Turning around, he wrapped her up in his arms and crashed his lips against hers. If that was what she wanted then she would get it.
TO BE CONTINUED...