Warning: arguing, talking about sex, making out, cussing, ykyk
♡◇♧The next day was very interesting. Me and Camila were walking to out first class and- "Hey Ivy." Aidan said coming up to me.
"Hey Aidan." I said blushing. After last night I wouldn't be surprised if my whole face was red.
"I'll leave you two alone. Bye Iv, see you in class." Camila said walking away.
"So, do you need anything?" I asked.
"Yeah, um, can we talk during lunch? Or any free periods?" He asked. I'm not catching onto anything here so I hope he knows that.
"I my next class is a free period." I say.
"Ok we could talk during that. Meet me in the Janitors closet upstairs." He said and quickly walking away.
Well, I should have known. I'm honestly scared but I'll do it. And- wait does he even have a free period?
I walked into my first class right before the bell rang: "Move dipshit, this seat is taken." I heard Camila say to this boy named Dj. Poor Dj- just kidding, he stole my dolls in first grade and put them down the toilet. Yeah I had a messed up first grade year. "Ivy! Come here before bird brain over here takes your seat!" Camila shouted over to me. Luckily the teacher wasn't there... yet.
"So!" Camila said banging her hands onto the desk. "What did he say?!""Well he said he wanted to meet in the Janitors closet next period." I confess.
"Ooo girlfriend, Haye to break it to ya but," she sucked in "your gonna pop your cherry." She said.
Is she high? "What- are you high right now?" I asked totally confused. Not going to lie: she's scared me.
"You know!"
"No, I don't."
"Uggghh." She sighed "losing your- you know!"
Oh that's what she meant. "I'm not- we're not! I'm not gonna 'pop my cherry'" I said mocking her. "Plus I'm not gonna do it, in a fucking closet. That crazy."
"Could be a possibility." She said shrugging. Then the teacher came in. I'm so eager to get this class over with.
"Isley! Stop lacking! You have been barely doing your work. See me after class."
Fuck! I was dozing off and I didn't mean to. Shit! God, Im just eager to here or see what Aidan wants after this class since I'm so curious that I have been zoning out!
After class I walk up to my teacher. "Yes Mr. Rogers?"
"Isly, you know Ive been noticing that you have been zoning out, talking, lacking in behavior, and other things right? Not just today." He confessed.
"No sir."
"Is everything OK at home?" He asked. What the fuck is wrong with this dude?!
"Yeah everything is ok?"
"Good. Good. Are you, you know sexually active by any chance?" He asked. This is getting weird.
"Ew no! Can- can I just leave?" I asked.
"Fine, but we will have to talk another time then." He said letting me leave. Thank goodness.
Once I got up to the upstairs level I walk to the Janitors closet. I cross my fingers: please let this be normal. PLEASE.
I went to open the door: I saw Aidan looking at his phone. "Hey, what took you so long?" He asked.
"Don't wanna talk about it." I replied with.
"Ok?" I walk over to him and sit up on top of the barrel. Why is there a barrel here. I don't even know.
"So why did you call me here?" I asked.
"I wanted to tell you something."
"Like what?"
"You gotta promise me, not to tell anyone."
"Depends on what it is."
"Isly!"
"Sorry- fine, I promise." I giggled.
"Ok, I really don't know how to say it-"
"You like me?" I cut him off.
"Yeah- wait, what?"
"You. Like. Me?" I repeated but slowly.
"How did you know?" He asked confused.
"So you do like me?"
"Yeah- I do, but-"
I cut him off again. "No, I was just asking."
"Oh, well do you feel the same thing-" I cut him off again, but a different way this time. I kissed him. It was another cloud 9 moment. He caught up and our lips were in sync. He moved in between my legs and grab my arm putting it around his neck.
It. Felt. Good.
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