Crashing into You (Wattpad Edition)

Chapter Forty: Valentine's Day

Friday

"I can't believe it'll be just us tonight," Chance whispered, "Did your aunt and uncle give you permission even though my parents are away? Or did you leave out that detail?"

"I didn't feel comfortable lying about it," I flung my backpack over my shoulder, "I asked Felicity about it yesterday and she didn't love the idea. She said she'd rather we spend the night at their house, with supervision. But then Dan said it was a great idea. He said you're a good influence on me and that it would give them the house to themselves for Valentine's day. A win-win."

"Your poor aunt!" Chance laughed, "I guess she couldn't come up with any reason not to let you come over without outing us, huh?"

"Exactly," I nodded, "I feel a little guilty about it, but it did work out in our favor."

"Let's skip art club today," Chance suggested. He was leaning against the wall of lockers, tapping his foot anxiously. "I just want to be home already."

"You want to skip art club?" I gave him a sideways glance. "I'm starting to get nervous."

Actually, I've been nervous since you invited me over. We haven't really been alone... like ever.

Sure, we walked to and from school together, but that was out in public, and freezing. We'd had movie nights with Leo and Jessica, where we could curl up on the couch and exchange a small kiss here and there, but we'd never been alone. In Private. Without the possibility of being interrupted.

Does he realize how inexperienced I am? How far did he go with his last girlfriend? Does he have expectations for this weekend? What if he wants more than I'm ready for? What if I want more than he does?

I'd always imagined myself waiting until I was married to share certain things with my partner, but that was a lot easier to imagine when I didn't have one. Now that the opportunity might very well present itself, would I still want to wait? What if my hormones took over my brain and I ended up doing something I'd regret later?

This is exactly why Mom and Dad would never have allowed me to spend the night at a boyfriend's house.

"Hello? Earth to Tristan. Do you copy?"

Chance gripped one of my shoulders and was waving his free hand in my face.

"Sorry, what?"

"Do we need to stop at your house before heading to mine? Or do you have a bag here?"

"Oh," I mumbled, "I packed a bag."

I pulled my duffel bag out of my locker.

"Straight to my house then!" he smiled, snagging the bag and throwing it over his shoulder.

Chance was light on his feet, practically bouncing down the sidewalk as we walked to his house. Meanwhile, it felt like a rock had lodged itself in my stomach.

Of course he's not letting himself get nervous, like I am.

As we walked, he told me all about his day. He'd never been so chatty before, even when we'd been alone.

Maybe he is nervous, after all.

It's not that I wanted him to feel nervous, but the thought that he might be made me feel a bit better.

His parents had already left by the time we reached the house, and Emma was heading out the door almost as soon as we walked in.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Chance joked as she marched past us.