The head boy

Part 41 - Don't call me cute

Today is a good day, today is the day.

This morning, I was slowly recovering from a dream in which Lin wanted me to bake her grandmother with curry but I only had a potato and a hamster, I didn't want to bake the hamster but then William stepped in and offered to go on a trip around the world by hot-air balloon, so Tom and I made stew and offered Kala who had just rejected my dad after he offered to be her sugar-daddy, which is gross by the way, and then we met an od emperor of China who was supposed to be dead. And then I got woken up by Tom twirling my hair with his finger, obviously he acted as if he wasn't twirling as I emerged from dreamland but I didn't believe him one bit...

Why was I saying all this?

Oh right! Since I was woken up, Tom and I started talking, he said something about my hair smelling good before literally placing me on top of him as he was lying down on the bed and said with his typical icicle voice: "Miss Abberline, we're soon gonna run out of condoms."

And I know it's not romantic but what I said afterwards was interesting. So me and my charming, enchanting voice: "I guess we're gonna have to buy some in town." And then a wonderful idea occurred to me, "what if we went to town together and just wandered around hand in hand, smiling to people and enjoying cake from that fabulous bakery not far from the mall?"

To which Tom responded, while slowly sneaking his hands up my thighs until it started reaching the clothed area, which he trespassed. "I like cake, but I don't smile for no reason, it's a lack of time and energy."

He was right, so I didn't say anything. The rest of the morning was made of William trying to cook us something, us acting like it was good, Lin, as blunt as ever, telling him that she'd rather eat poop then vomit it and eat again rather than finish her plate and then they argued. Tom and I left right after lunch, with empty stomachs...

Tom drove us there and we argued about me not having my driver's licence, not because I didn't have it, but because I wanted to pass it and Tom didn't see the point since he enjoyed driving me around. I might have said something about him being a jerk and he might have responded something about me being insufferable and then I told him he looked good in this t-shirt and he looked at me for a second and then said: "yes, we definitely need more condoms."

And now we're in town, in the parking lot, exiting the car.

Our second date and our first normal date.

Yes, today is the day.

"What happened to the 'let's wander around holding hands'?" Tom complains as I start walking without him.

"Is holding hands not a waste of energy?" His smart remark about smiling is still engraved in my mind, and so is his naked butt but that's a story for another day...

He starts glaring at me, probably for being a smart-arse. "Hold my hand or hold my hand, your choice."

I think about it for a second, "umm...hold your hand!" He laces our fingers together and nods down at me with a solemn/satisfied expression on his face. The condoms are our first targets today, I try to get Tom to penetrate a sex-shop, no pun intended, just for fun but he refuses and says that he can't be seen in such inapropriate places. So we just go to the drugstore instead.

"Oh look, these glow in the dark!"

"Stop sounding like a child at a fair," Tom says from behind me and I roll my eyes.

"Here I found some," I hold out a box, he looks down at it before chuckling.

"They're not the right size," he binds his hands behind his back and looks at me in a patronising way. "You should know it, you've felt it after all."