Salty Licorice

Chapter 33

Liz's POV

I see Avery standing on the side of the bus lane waiting for me, it seems to have turned into a routine we have acquired. I jump off the bus and meet her with a wide smile and she smiles back but with her ears turning red followed by her cheeks. I grab her hand and swing it back and forth pulling her towards the double glass paned door. She runs a hand through her hair as she follows me into the school towards my locker.

"Nice jacket," She comments with amusement in her voice. I look over my shoulder to catch her smirking as she reads the back of the green and white jacket with the name Sullivian printed.

"Green is a ginger's color," I say passively as if completely oblivious to the fact that it's actually her varsity volleyball jacket.

"It sure is, so is that Irish name on the back," She snorts a laugh.

"Funny, but actually Scotland has more red heads then Ireland. But you know what's even funnier," I turn abruptly when we get to my locker, and rest my hands on her collar pulling her face towards mine by the v in her hood. "I'm neither, just German," I whisper against her lips but not close enough to connect them.

I watch her eyes run up and down my face till they linger on my lips and she closes the gap with a hot kiss, pulling me to her with her flat hand across the small of my back. I smile against her lips and pull my lips back keeping my forehead against hers. I pat her chest lightly and pull out of her grip and open my locker leaving her to just stand there. When I open my locker I see a small growing pile of twizzler wrappers slowly accumulating at the bottom under my spare hoodies. I groan and look over at Avery with my irritation clear.

"It wasn't me?" She blurted, clearly lying.

"No one else I know who has access to my locker eats these, and you're a terrible liar." I roll my eyes, grabbing the wad and my books I need, closing my locker.

I walk down the hall heading to the Art room while my hands are full of her licorice wrappers. As I pass a trash can I dump them inside and glare at Avery as if to say it's not that hard to just throw them away properly, but all I get in return is a sheepish smile. I sigh, finding her too irresistible to actually be mad at her, especially when she looks at me with those clear blue eyes of hers.

I roll my head back and grab her arm pulling her with me towards the art room. Maybe we'll get lucky and Marisa won't be in yet. I pull her into the clay room and close the door right away and pull her into me and kiss her hard. I bit her lip and pull, making her wince in pain.

"That was for the wrappers, don't leave trash in my locker." I scold before kissing her hard again.

"Maybe I should start leaving more, if this is my punishment." She grins against my lips picking me up and sitting me on the counter.

"Just shut up and kiss me," I beg, pulling at her collar and running my hands into her hair.

She kisses me running her tongue along my lip making me open my mouth only for her to catch my lip between her teeth and biting it hard. I pull back and bring a tentative finger to my lip and find my finger red when I look. I look back at her and watch as she licks the blood off her lip with her eyes holding an even darker blue than I've seen before. I go in to kiss her again but we get interrupted by a cough and a book slamming closed.

"Oh, hey guys, still here," Marisa sarcastically announces as she gets up from her stool on the other end of the counter.

I glance over to her but once seeing her eyes on me I lean forward and hide my face in Averys chest. I feel my face burning red and still feeling my body running hot from kissing Avery.