enough for everyone to hear. Ding, Ding, Ding, I think I just won round one. Now that I have Cameron’s attention because I know he heard, when I glance over my shoulder he looks straight through me. When he does, my body tenses into a tight ball.
I would have never done this in a million years, but I am really mad at him. Who the hell does he think he is? If he thought, he could turn on his charm, sing a song or some other crap to get in my pants he has another thing coming.
I dread walking to my locker and toward Matt, but he is there, waiting patiently for me to arrive.
“Hey,” I say.
He looks me up and down, “Hey, you ready to go?” He asks.
I look around, nothing. Cameron is nowhere. And why would he be? His locker is in the other wing, clear across school.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I reply.
I throw my bag over my shoulder, and start to walk toward the big steel doors, when I feel his hand go around my shoulder. Shit! I close my eyes, but keep walking, hoping Cam’s not waiting around in the parking lot to pounce. I don’t see the white shiny beamer, so all is well. What am I doing, if I do anything with this guy, the entire school will know tomorrow. Is this what I want? Not really, but what the hell you only have one life, might as well make it count.
He reaches over and grabs my hand as we pull into my driveway. “Can I come in?” He asks.
My brain freezes momentarily, trying to figure out what I’m supposed to say. I know I am supposed to say no, but I don’t.
“Sure, why not,” I smile, smugly.
A huge grin spreads across his face. I can tell he likes my answer.
The only thing I can think of is Cameron. Wondering if he will drive by and see Matt’s car in the driveway. That is what I am hoping for, only time will tell if he does.
Matt looks at the house, then back at me, “I had no idea you moved into Ben’s house?”
“Who’s Ben?” I ask.
“Just some guy we all used to hang out with, moved to Boston a few months ago,” he says, as he walks me to the door.
I throw my bags down on the foyer bench, and turn to look at him. “Can I get you anything to drink or eat?”
He smiles and shakes his head. “Not right now, how ‘bout a little tour?” He asks, still smiling. What’s with him and the tours line?
“Sure,” I say nervously.
I know where this is leading, yet I can’t stop my feet from moving from one room to another. We reach the stairs, and I stop.
“The upstairs is a mess, it’s just a bunch of bedrooms.”
He tilts his head, “Kat, do you really think I care if your room is a mess?”
He pushes my hair behind my ear, and pulls me up the stairs. What’s with guys constantly pushing the hair behind my ear? Do they think this works? Or, is my hair constantly a mess?
As we start to climb, he is still holding my hand, and I can’t stop shaking. As I bring him to my father’s bedroom, he stops me from entering. “Kat, I’m really only interested in your room.” I see him scanning the hallway as he pulls me toward the purple room, my room. He looks around.
“Are you a dancer?” He asks, as he looks at the ballet poster hanging from my wall.
I shake my head, “Was, not anymore.”
“Why not? You’ve got great legs,” he grins.
“It’s complicated,” I tell him.
He shrugs, but doesn’t push.
I see him walking toward my bed and he grabs the teddy bear that sits between my pillows. “Why don’t you come sit with me?”
I bite my lip softly, but walk over to him, wondering if he is one of the guys that has me on their senior mission list.
He scoots back against the pillow and pulls me in closer. He touches my face, then leans in to my mouth with his and kisses me. I’m not completely grossed out, because as I open my eyes I see Cameron’s face as I keep kissing Matt. For the life of me I don’t know why I’m letting this continue, but I am. As he reaches up my tee shirt, slowly moving his hand further, I push him away.
“Matt, I’m
I would have never done this in a million years, but I am really mad at him. Who the hell does he think he is? If he thought, he could turn on his charm, sing a song or some other crap to get in my pants he has another thing coming.
I dread walking to my locker and toward Matt, but he is there, waiting patiently for me to arrive.
“Hey,” I say.
He looks me up and down, “Hey, you ready to go?” He asks.
I look around, nothing. Cameron is nowhere. And why would he be? His locker is in the other wing, clear across school.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I reply.
I throw my bag over my shoulder, and start to walk toward the big steel doors, when I feel his hand go around my shoulder. Shit! I close my eyes, but keep walking, hoping Cam’s not waiting around in the parking lot to pounce. I don’t see the white shiny beamer, so all is well. What am I doing, if I do anything with this guy, the entire school will know tomorrow. Is this what I want? Not really, but what the hell you only have one life, might as well make it count.
He reaches over and grabs my hand as we pull into my driveway. “Can I come in?” He asks.
My brain freezes momentarily, trying to figure out what I’m supposed to say. I know I am supposed to say no, but I don’t.
“Sure, why not,” I smile, smugly.
A huge grin spreads across his face. I can tell he likes my answer.
The only thing I can think of is Cameron. Wondering if he will drive by and see Matt’s car in the driveway. That is what I am hoping for, only time will tell if he does.
Matt looks at the house, then back at me, “I had no idea you moved into Ben’s house?”
“Who’s Ben?” I ask.
“Just some guy we all used to hang out with, moved to Boston a few months ago,” he says, as he walks me to the door.
I throw my bags down on the foyer bench, and turn to look at him. “Can I get you anything to drink or eat?”
He smiles and shakes his head. “Not right now, how ‘bout a little tour?” He asks, still smiling. What’s with him and the tours line?
“Sure,” I say nervously.
I know where this is leading, yet I can’t stop my feet from moving from one room to another. We reach the stairs, and I stop.
“The upstairs is a mess, it’s just a bunch of bedrooms.”
He tilts his head, “Kat, do you really think I care if your room is a mess?”
He pushes my hair behind my ear, and pulls me up the stairs. What’s with guys constantly pushing the hair behind my ear? Do they think this works? Or, is my hair constantly a mess?
As we start to climb, he is still holding my hand, and I can’t stop shaking. As I bring him to my father’s bedroom, he stops me from entering. “Kat, I’m really only interested in your room.” I see him scanning the hallway as he pulls me toward the purple room, my room. He looks around.
“Are you a dancer?” He asks, as he looks at the ballet poster hanging from my wall.
I shake my head, “Was, not anymore.”
“Why not? You’ve got great legs,” he grins.
“It’s complicated,” I tell him.
He shrugs, but doesn’t push.
I see him walking toward my bed and he grabs the teddy bear that sits between my pillows. “Why don’t you come sit with me?”
I bite my lip softly, but walk over to him, wondering if he is one of the guys that has me on their senior mission list.
He scoots back against the pillow and pulls me in closer. He touches my face, then leans in to my mouth with his and kisses me. I’m not completely grossed out, because as I open my eyes I see Cameron’s face as I keep kissing Matt. For the life of me I don’t know why I’m letting this continue, but I am. As he reaches up my tee shirt, slowly moving his hand further, I push him away.
“Matt, I’m
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