Caught in the Middle

Chapter4:Part 1

Last night, it were hard for me to sleep. My mind revolving around what Finn had said. What we were to be doing... fake dating to throw off Troy and Isaac. I admit, I couldnt contain myself and had to reach Soph over the phone and blurt it all out in a rumble that may have lasted less than a minute. I was actually suprised she had taken in any of what I had said, and I could only tell she had gotten most of what I said when her lungs exploded into a scream! Her screaming only intensifies when I had mentioned Finn's intentions to pick me up the next morning... in his car... to lift me to school. Im almost one hundred percent certain she had dismissed the whole 'fake' part from our dating.
In the morning I were tired, but under Soph's advise, dressed myself proper (as she had put it). I made sure to brush my long wavy hair till it were smooth and flowingly mostly to one side. I wore my better black jeans, and a nice top (not my second ones, passed down from my big bro). I shoove on my sneakers, grabbed my bag and headed for the door.
Finn smiles as he catches eyes with mine, exiting the front of my apartment block. Is it just me or is his smile a slightly cringe? He sits in his car, leaning over, arm resting on his side of his wound down window, peering through the side that would be were I would sit.
"You always wear those old sneakers?" He asks, an amused smile spreads on his face.
"Nothing wrong with my sneakers. I made an effort today, ok?" I say as I open the door and slide in. His gaze strangely stays fixed on me. He gently leans back into his chair, eyes searching mine.
"Yeah, ok." He replies, shifting gears and gripping the wheel. I watch him as he leaves the curb, and begins to drive us to school. I find myself burning to ask him what he had meant by that reaction, but it's harder than I had thought to get it out. Had he thought I should try alittle harder? I feel my cheeks burn red. Maybe he were just as annoying as Troy.
"Ok, so for Troy and pretty much everyone to believe we are together, we need to... sort of act," he taps at his chin as he thinks. "We need to act like a couple. Have you ever dated anyone before?" He asks gazing my way quickly. Fuck. My cheeks must be fluorescent red by now! When my eyes sweep to meet his, he must of been able to tell how embarrassed I felt, he awkwardly returns my gaze. He stammers then.
"I-its ok i-if you haven't." He quickly puts in.
"Ok I haven't really. But how hard could it be? You know, to pretend?"
He returns his gaze back only to the road this time. His cheeks turn pink.
"So, was just curious if you've kissed anyone before?"
I mean, my heart starts to pick up pace...
"D-does any of that m-matter?" I stammer. He lightly shrugs, looking slightly worried.
"W-well, w-when we are trying to pull this off, it's a question that raced to mind. Well, have you?"
When I thought my cheeks couldn't burn any redder, here it were, making them explode into red. I shift in my seat awkwardly, turning away from him.
"No, ok." I groan frustratedly.
"Sooo..." He lingers on what he wants to ask.
"So, what?" I feel myself almost snap, feeling my anger build up.
"So... I will be your first." Its not a question, it's more like a statement. I don't reply, just fold my arms infront of me, feeling the annoyance thrumming. Does he not get he is embarrassing me?
I begin to realise his pulling over. I also begin to realise we aren't at school yet. My eyes widen as they sweep to him. He puts the gear into reverse after his parked. It takes him some time to let his eyes meet mine, tapping his knee nervously, and as they do, it's a quick glance. He clears his throat, trying to cut the tension in the car. He exhails deeply, running a hand through his hair awkwardly.
"Let's practice?"
My face drops. Let's practice?! That's what he wants to say?! The thought comes out almost as a squeal loud enough to erupt my brain.
"Do we need to, couldn't we just simply peck-" I begin, before his leaned over and locked his lips into mine, not a moment of hesitation. His lips brush mine, forcing my upper lip to open, openning his mouth to let me in. He dives himself in, in and out like waves of the ocean. Why the hell does this feel so good? How is he doing this? How are his lips so well synced with mine? Oh god, and Im melting... melting into everything and nothing all at once... in the moment of this... and when his hand slides into my hair and caresses the back of my head, his weakened me, and I let my head drop back into his hand. He pulls me even closer, our lips crushing into each other, and I feel his tongue sweep into my mouth, tangling with mine. The tingles rushing to my head explode, and I just want to collapse into his arms... Finn Walker has just kissed me... and it's the most incredible kiss... most memorable first kiss I could ever have...
As he pulls back, my eyes are melting into his... and god I wish straight off that this wasn't us 'fake dating.' I want more... I want to experience more of this... my eyes lower to his lips pleading for him to lean back in and lock his lips with mine again... God, my heart aches for it... I wish he... were mine... to keep... I wish he would reach for my hand, lock them into mine... Shit. I begin to finally realise Isaac were right... god, Im just digging myself into eventual heartbreak! Dating this jock will undoubtably break my heart... I feel my heart already tear at the thought.
He wipes his lips as he leans back into his chair, eyes upturning to meet mine, timidly. He can tell... I'm motionless... speechless. His paralysised every nerve in my body...
"W-was that ok? For a first kiss?" He questions, eyes dropping to my lips. Does he want to go in again, because I would in no way hesitate... and the question swims in my mind as he gazes at me the way he does right now... does he like me? Maybe... maybe it would be ok for me to kiss hi-
"At least when we do kiss infront of them, we will seem genuine... believable."
...the thought instantly pops out again... because its most probable he doesn't...
"Y-yeah." I shrug awkwardly. "Your a... good kisser." I blurt in awkward chuckles. His smile morphs to an amused grin. He takes the wheel, shifts the gears, and takes us off. Within minutes we are parked in the school car park.
"When we step out... would it be ok if I hold your hand? Or take you by the waist?"
Oh damn... my only thoughts are... hell yes...