Love to Hate You

Who Taught You How to Hate

I was full of nervous excitement, my stomach flipping and flopping. I smoothed my dress out – it wasn't the maroon one Eddie complimented earlier in the week, but I still liked it. It was a light blue with buttons down the front. I finished my makeup and jumped when I heard knocking. I glanced at the clock – 6:52. Eddie was early.

I trotted out of my room and opened the door. Eddie was in a tight, white shirt and his normal jeans and boots. He smiled and his eyes traced my body. I leaned against the doorframe and grinned at him.

"You're early," I said finally. He raised his eyebrows and leaned close to my face,

"Just excited," he replied before kissing me. My butterflies started up and I smiled into the kiss. I leaned back and cleared my throat, trying to calm my nerves.

"I need to leave my mom a note in case she gets home early – want to come in for a minute?" I asked. His eyes widened and he nodded his head. He followed me in, closing the door behind me, and quickly caught up to me, setting his hands on my waist like he had at the party. I felt my face flush and grabbed a post-it in the kitchen.

I started scribbling a note, trying to focus as Eddie pressed himself to my back, kissing the nape of my neck and making my mouth dry.

Out with a friend. Will be back late. Love you!

"Friend?" Eddie whispered, close to my ear. My mouth twisted into a smile, and I turned to him, my back pressed to the kitchen counter.

"I know – maybe that's too kind of a word to describe you," I teased. His eyes flashed and he grinned, closing the distance between us. We got lost in each other again, the two of us trying to pull the other one as tight as possible. He was the one to finally pull away and he kissed my jaw quickly.

"Okay, Icky – let's hit the road," he said, taking my hand. I nodded and followed him, grabbing my bag on the way out of the door. He kept leaning in to kiss me as he walked me to his van and opened the passenger side door for me. He helped me in and kissed my forehead before closing it. He jogged to his side and climbed in, starting the van and turning to me. An Iron Maiden album started, and he grinned.

"You look really pretty," he said, reminding me of the night he had come up behind me at the record store. I flushed and nodded my head. He was staring at me, but it didn't frustrate me like it had before. It made my stomach toss and flip, and my body feel tingly.

"Thanks, Munson," I replied. He kissed me again before pulling away from my house. I leaned back in the chair and stared ahead. "So, where are you taking me? A seedy hotel? Some smoky dive bar?"

"You have high expectations of me, Icky," he teased. I placed my hand high on his thigh and grinned when I saw him visibly stiffen.

"Just speaking from experience," I replied. He laughed and shook his head, placing his hand on top of mine.

"You'll see – we are going to one of my favorite places," he answered. I grinned and started scratching the top of his thigh, delighting in how much my touch affected him. He was surprised when I sang along to the cassette he was playing and leaned over to kiss me on the temple quickly. I was surprised when he pulled off to a wooded area and stopped the van. He grinned as he got out.

"Do you plan on murdering me or something?" I asked as he opened my door and helped me out. He raised his eyebrows.

"I wouldn't be able to do this if I murdered you," he said before taking the back of my neck and pressing his lips to mine. I grasped at his t-shirt and pulled him close to me, delighting in his smell and touch. He pulled back and kissed my forehead before heading to the back of his van. He pulled it open and pulled out a heavy duffle bag.