Living With The Bad Boy

62) You Make Me Horny

"Where to first?" Sam giddily asked, stabbing his pancake with his fork. We decided to stop by at a cafe and get breakfast since the house was pretty much empty... unless vodka and pizza counted, but they didn't.

"Eat your breakfast first," I said, laughing at his excitement. Great, now I can tell him that I love him without worrying about his reaction. He loves you too, my mind told me. A giddy smile spread across my face too. Since when was I this happy?

"But there are so many places you need to show me," he said, taking a bite out of my pancake. Since I'm the amazing person I am, I took a big bite out of his pancakes too, licking my lips.

"I'll show you once you finish eating," I promised, grinning at him. Confessing our love to each other changed some things. For instance, he's been a lot more affectionate, more so than before.

Like now, after finishing his pancakes, he leaned over the table and cupped my cheeks, pressing a hard kiss to my mouth and leaving me dazed.

"So where are we going?" he asked, wrapping an arm around my waist, blocking me from going. Stupid crutches.

"We're visiting my old high school first," I informed him. He gave me a smirk before pressing his lips to my jaw.

"How about we take a break," he suggested, trailing kisses down my neck. He didn't even mind that there were other people on the sidewalk and I was starting to not care either.

I took his head in my hand and crashed my lips onto his, moving in sync for about five seconds before pulling away. "C'mon, there's a school waiting for you."

"You're mean," he huffed, following me.

"You love me," I winked, pecking his cheek.

"That I do," he confirmed, squeezing my hip. I giddily smiled like a lovestruck teenager and took him to my old high school where there was no one but a couple of freshman boys playing basketball. They didn't seem to notice us.

"Why the fuck is this school so big?" he asked, looking around the fields and three story building.

"Because there's a million people going there," I said. "Our school has more fields anyway." In a way, it really did support sports, which was good, I guess.

"But it's huge," he said. "How the hell did you find your way around here?"

"It was tough freshman year but you get used to it," I shrugged, looking around. This place didn't bother me as it used to.

A couple of kids I recognized from my old classes walked to the fields and noticed me. Honestly, I was used to this so I rolled my eyes and kept walking.

"Do you know those people?" Sam asked me, glaring at the group so that they would look away. He had that power in him, the power to make my knees wake and make others shit their pants. I don't know how he does it.

"I used to go to school with them but I don't know their names," I shrugged. Even if I did before, I genuinely forgot.

"You barely remember people's names," he noticed.

"Neither do you," I pointed out. Sometimes, his memory was worse than mine.

He simply shrugged and turned his head when he heard footsteps marching towards us. I really should have booked our leaving ticket yesterday night.

"Hi Lauren," one of the girls said. She had dark hair and pretty golden skin and her friend next to her was blonde with blue eyes. Both of them were tall but I was taller and that look on their faces. It was the kind of look that Katherine carried.