Don't You Remember by Lana Davison

me.
    “Thank you.”
    It felt strange walking side by side not touching each other. Inside the school corridors we walked together side by side until I reached my locker. I stopped and said my farewell, finding it difficult not to kiss him. The bell would go soon so I gathered the books I needed when Joanne Green, the school gossip, come up to me and asked, “Is there something going on with you and Johnny?”
    “Why would you think that?”
    “Because you were holding hands in the car park yesterday morning.”
    “Listen, Joanne, I’ve known Johnny most of my life, we often hold hands and it doesn’t necessarily have to mean anything,” I said, neither confirming nor denying anything as I walked away from her. Boy, that was close, I thought.
    I went through my first four lessons barely concentrating on anything but Johnny. Lucky for me I had already read my English novel, so I was able to answer any question when asked. The lunch bell rang and I realized I would have to go to the cafeteria and buy something as I had forgotten to pack anything. I had a couple of dollars on me, so I picked up some soup and a bread roll and found myself a table and seat on my own. I saw Johnny sitting at a table with some of the other seniors but I didn’t bother to acknowledge him because he hadn’t seen me.
    I sat quietly on my own and got my book out to read. “Hi, gorgeous,” Johnny slipped into the spare seat next to me.
    “Hello,” I said, smirking at him before darting my eyes around the cafeteria to do a quick reconnaissance of the room to make sure there were no prying eyes. “What are you doing here?”
    “I’ve come to see my girl,” he whispered. “Seeing as you won’t come and sit with me, I’ve come to sit with you.”
    “Next week we can do that. I think it’s only fair on Samantha,” I whispered.
    “I know you do. Samantha will probably be going out with someone else next week. I bet I was just flavor of the month.”
    “Maybe.” I shrugged.
    “I’ll see you later then?” he said, standing. He bent forward and whispered, “This is hard, being away from you.”
    “It is hard for me, too”.
    At two-thirty I looked at my watch and noted I only had one more period to get through before I would see Johnny. I went to the bathroom and had to go back to my locker to get my science textbook. The bell rang and I knew I was going to be late. I hurriedly walked down the empty corridor and saw Johnny walking the other way. “What are you doing?” I asked.
    “Free period.”
    “I’m going to be late for class.”
    “Come with me,” he said grabbing my arm and jogging down the corridor until we reached a storeroom. The sign read: Storeroom Staff Only. He opened the door and pulled me inside. I dropped my books and bag throwing myself at him, kissing him ardently. Between breaths, Johnny said, “Jen, this has been the most difficult day. I just want to rip your clothes off.”
    “Ditto,” I laughed. I pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and touched his perfect chest everywhere with my hands. “I’m going to be in so much trouble skipping class”.
    Johnny put his t-shirt back on and then opened the door and looked out to the right and then the left to make sure we were clear, and then walked out holding my hand. “The coast is clear, on you go. I don’t want you to get into trouble because of me.”
    “But I like it when I’m in trouble with you,” I said mischievously.
    “I’ll see you in just over half an hour now, so go to class,” he said guiding me towards my destination. “Just tell your teacher you were in the bathroom, they won’t pry further.”
    “OK,” I said, jogging down the corridor towards class. I looked back and smiled besotted with the most wonderful person I have ever known.
    After school I rushed to the Trans-Am and saw Johnny waiting for me. “Johnny, can you teach me how to drive?” I asked as I climbed in.
    “I can. Can you see the pedals down here, the three