Her Touch

21

After nearly having a heart attack with the tutoring, my impatience getting the best of me, I made my way to the principal's office, a bit agitated if he would go forth with my desire or not.
I headed to the door and rapped twice, before waiting. I didn't hear a response, so I rapped again, before the door swung open and I nearly punched him, "fuck, I'm so sorry," I placed my hand over my mouth, as I realized that I swore in front of the principal.
"Kylie, it's great to see you. I knew you would stop by my office someday," he looked up at me, his shortness making me tower over him by almost an entire foot, "come in," he walked toward his desk, leaving the door open for me to enter.
I walked in and left the door open, "I wanted to discuss something important," I took a seat on a chair in front of his desk.
"Go ahead then," he smiled and sat down.
"I have enough credits to graduate early. I'm sure you know that already," he nodded and clasped his hands in front of him.
"I was wondering if you would ask me that. You're a brilliant young woman. It would be my honor to allow you to graduate early."
"Thank you, I can always take beginner's Literature in college."
"I see. We can get you all set by the beginning of the New Year," he grabbed a folder out of one of his drawers, "you already have everything in order for the process to go through, honestly why now? You could have graduated earlier this year if you wanted to."
"My life goals have changed, I guess."
"If that's it, I'll begin to set things in place. Go on as normal, but you aren't normal, are you?" He chuckled, as I got up, "maybe you can even graduate before school lets out for the holidays, it all depends on what I find out from the board. I will get back to you on the details," I nodded and gave him a smile, content with the answers that I was given.
"Thank you, sir."
"Oh call me, Aaron, don't be so formal. I'm not that old," he waved me off.
* * *
AS I ENTERED the house, I heard laughter and the clacking of unknown objects. I walked up the stairs, the sounds seeming to come from my room, and entered to see my mother and Ava hustling around with clothes in their hands.
"What are you guys doing?" I questioned, as Ava spotted me. She threw the clothes onto the bed and walked over to me, before placing a kiss on my lips, making my insides fill with sudden butterflies and I almost forgot about the world around me.
"Earth to the lovebirds," mom clicked her fingers beside us, as Ava and I just looked intently into each other's eyes. She shoved my arm, snapping me out of my trance, "you two need to get a room," she looked around, "okay, seeing the circumstances that we are in your room," she looked over to me, "you two need to wait until I leave tomorrow," her tone was serious, as she threw a handful of clothing onto my bed.
"Sorry, mom," I pressed my lips together, as my eyes travelled back to grey ones.
"Hey, cutie, I'm not that pretty," Ava chuckled, as she shook my shoulder and placed a kiss on my cheek, "come help us pack up your room."
"You're very beautiful," I whispered, as I walked over to my closet, only to see most of my clothing already on the railings.
"We ran out of hangers," mom sighed and placed her hands on her hips, "come help us sort out your shoes," my eyes travelled to the pile of footwear and I gulped. I hated cleaning, but I couldn't refuse.
"After we're done here, we're going to go to my parents and pick up my stuff," Ava's voice was a bit cold, making me cup her cheeks with my hands and pull her in for a kiss. She smiled against my lips, as her warm breath swarmed into my mouth.
"God, what did I tell you two? I am in no position to watch my daughter get all lovey-dovey with her girlfriend."
"Mom, she's not my girlfriend," I snickered, not even convincing myself.
Mom chuckled, "don't deny it, Kylie, you'll make the girl re-evaluate her relationship with you," Ava cleared her throat and moved away from me, as she made her way over to the pile of shoes.
"I didn't mean it like that," I sighed, as I walked behind her and wrapped my arms around her torso. I rested my head on her shoulder, as I looked at her tracing the mouth of one of my sneakers with her finger.
"I know," she whispered, "not for now at least," I kissed the side of her head, feeling guilty that we were yet to define our relationship. But it wasn't my fault, right? Of course, it was. We were taking it slow, because that is what I asked for.
After pairing off all of the shoes and placing them on the large shoe rack that fenced the entire closet, we sat there on the floor for a bit, trying to regain some strength.
Ava ran her fingers through my hair, as I rested my head on her chest. And mom was on a hunt for hangers in the other rooms. I looked at Ava to see her looking down at me. We both smiled. She leaned down and placed a kiss on my lips, "will you be my girlfriend?" I pressed my lips together and gave her a small smile, her eyes filling up with emotions.
Twin tears cascaded from those grey eyes of hers and down her cheeks, before falling onto my chin. She smiled and wiped them away, before kissing my forehead, "yes," she answered, "it would make me the happiest woman in the world," she enthused, as I wrapped my arms around her neck.
"Say it," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers.
"Say what?" She questioned, with a playful grin.
"That you're my girlfriend."
"I'm Kylie Blanckaert's girlfriend. The most beautiful girl I've ever met is my girlfriend," I felt my heart thump inside of my chest, as tears began to build up in my eyes.
"I am yours," I whispered, as she pressed her lips against mine, my back resting on the carpet floor, as she straddled me.
"I am yours," she assured against my lips, before we heard someone clearing their throat.
"Now, if you two would stop trying to have sex while we're packing, we would be done a lot faster," we both looked up to see mom leaning against the door frame with hangers in her hands. What was it with everyone always clearing their throats while invading my privacy?
"Mom, I'm trying to have a moment here," I grumbled, as Ava moved from on top of me and stood, "see what you did, I was about to get some action and you ruined it."
"Shut up, Kylie," Ava and mom said at the same time, making me frown.
"You're sounding like my mother already," I looked at Ava, which made her shove my arm.
"Just for that, I'm showering alone tonight," I pouted and furrowed my brows.
"Babe, you can't do that. That's so unfair," I crossed my arms over my chest dramatically.
"I can if I want to," she raised her brows and walked out of the closet.
"You see what you did," I looked at mom, who held her hands up in surrender.
"Don't blame your girlfriend issues on me," she moved away from the closet and into the room as well.
"I'm going to go collect my things. Kylie doesn't have to come," Ava looked at me, as I walked into the room.
"I'm coming, you have no choice, you grumpy ass," she arched her brows and gave me a glare that seemed more suitable for a five-year-old.
"Whatever," she grumbled, before picking up her handbag and walking out of the room.
"You better do something nice for her," mom whispered, "she's going through a lot at the moment, and your constant bickering isn't helping much."
"What bickering?" I furrowed my brows, "I'm the nicest girlfriend."
"So nice that Ava just walked out of your room angry," I pressed my lips together and sighed.
"Okay, I will do something nice."
"You can go down on her, that always cheers me up."
"Mom!" I yelled, "so fucking inappropriate."
She shrugged, making me storm out of my room. I walked down the stairs, wondering if Ava left without me. I peeped into the kitchen and the living room, before spotting her through the glass door, as she stood outside by the pool.
I slid the door open and walked out, before I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and kissed the side of her face, "I'm sorry, babe. I know that I'm an insensitive ass."
I then felt the tears against my lips and realized that she was crying once again. I moved to face her and cupped her face with the palms of my hands, as I used the pads of my thumbs to wipe away her stray tears.
"I don't like this feeling. I know she probably hates me," I bit down on my bottom lip, as I pulled her closer, allowing her to rest her head on my shoulder, as I rubbed my hands up and down her back.
"She doesn't hate you. She's just confused and conflicted with her own thoughts," I whispered, as she dug her nails into my arm, tightening her grip on me.
"You're coming with me, right?"
"Yes, I will be with you every step of the way."