After that evening beneath the stars, everything went back to just how it had been before. We weren't quite a couple, yet we weren't only friends either.
I kind of liked it that way.
My parents didn't know that Jordon and I weren't speaking in the first place, because I couldn't tell them about me cutting, so at home, I'd made up stupid stories about him, to make it look like we did still talk.
Now I had to tread carefully - I couldn't contradict anything I had told my parents.
**
A week later, after we were more comfortable with each other, Jordon asked me on another date. This time, we were going out for dinner.
When I told my parents, the reaction was unexpected.
'It's about bloody time too! It's been a very long time since your first date. Playing hard to get, are you darling?' My mother winked at me.
I cringed.
**
Just as the time before, I was ready early, and Jordon was there perfectly on time. I climbed into the car, wearing a skirt, knitted tights, and a fitted blouse that complimented my figure well. I saw his eyes rake over me as I got in, which made me feel slightly uncomfortable. Jordon didn't do that type of thing. Jordon was a gentleman.
'Umm, hey.' I said awkwardly, trying to forget his recent actions.
'Beautiful. You look so beautiful tonight.'
I blushed. Beetroot red.
**
The restaurant Jordon took me to was the most expensive in town. I was glad I had dressed up, and also that I'd borrowed cash from my mother, because damn, it didn't half cost a bomb to eat there.
We drove back to my house, and I invited him in. He said he had to get home, and this time, when he made the 'move', I didn't hesitate. His lips slowly caressed mine as his tongue slowly invaded its way into my mouth, deepening the kiss. I tangled my fingers in his soft hair, and his own brought my face closer to his.
We both broke apart at the same time.
I giggled uncontrollably, unable to stop myself. I'd always imagined my first real kiss to be special.
But not that special.
Aware of the time on the dashboard clock, I made to get out of the car, smiling in thanks to Jordon, but he grabbed my hand. As I turned my head, his lips met mine, and drew me into an even more powerful kiss, leaving me lightheaded and dizzy.
'You're absolutely certain you've never done that before?' Jordon joked.
'Bye Jordon. See you on Monday.' I flashed him a quick smile, and then got quickly out of the car. The lights in my house were out, so I knew my parents were already in bed. I unlocked the front door, closed it, and then leant against it and slid to the floor.
I sat there for a while, contemplating everything that had just happened. But only one thing kept creeping into my head.
If this was what it felt like to be in love, I never wanted it to end.
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Hurting
Teen FictionLaura is a seventeen year old girl, who falls in love with the wrong person. Will her ex Best Friend's evil plan be the thing to finally break her? Will it be her first Heartache? Or are they the same thing?