Nathan Kingston has been forgotten by the world. A dad that fucked off when he was young and a mother gone days at a time with work he feels alone. Especially since he goes to the most elite private school in the city on scholarship. He's falling do...
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Nathan Kingston
I don't think the fact that I actually went on a date with Ivy sinks in for a couple of days. The first time I feel that it was real and not something my deluded mind came up with was a few days after our date, the first warm-ish day in March, and while I'm sitting on one of the benches in the courtyard of the school eating a slice of pizza and a giant bundle of energy comes barreling into the backside of the bench and covers my eyes.
"Guess who?" The mysterious voice that I totally can't place asks.
Of course, I recognize her voice but decided to jokingly play along with her game, "Hmm, I'm not sure. Is it Obama?"
"Dork, it's me obviously." Ivy takes her hands off my eyes and rounds the bench, plopping down next to me and stealing a bite of my pizza.
"What's up, princess?"
"I just wanted to see you," she shrugs, giving me back my pizza and scooching closer to me, "Dylan's meeting with one of her teachers and you've been so busy the last few days so I wanted to spend some time with you before you have to work tonight and before our date tomorrow."
"Why won't you tell me what you have planned?" I ask her, wrapping my arm around her shoulder when she shivers slightly and pulling her even closer.
Ivy insisted on planning our whole second date on her own and keeping it a surprise for me because in her own words, 'the person who pays gets to plan the date.' She told me to clear my entire calendar for tomorrow and after a very last-minute shift switch, I was able to do it for her. The only thing she told me was to dress warm, bring some gym clothes, and show up at her house at noon tomorrow.
"Because it's a surprise, duh." She exclaims like it's the most obvious thing in the world, "an all-day surprise, too. Is your mom going to be home tomorrow night?"
"No, she's not getting back until Sunday afternoon, why? What do you have planned?"
She doesn't respond verbally, only putting a finger to her smirking lips. I'm ready to grill her for answers again but the bell for lunch to end interrupts us, the shrill sound filling the air of the courtyard.
Ivy jumps up from the bench at the sound, picking her backpack up from next to her and slinging it over her shoulders, "looks like we ran out of time for me to tell you, better luck next time." She shrugs, turning away from the bench.
I don't let her get far though, grabbing her by the wrist and spinning her back around so she's facing me, the keychains on her backpack jingling with the movement, "not so fast."
"Am I forgetting something?" She questions innocently with a knowing smile on her face.
"you're forgetting something very important, Princess."
"I can't think of anything, care to remind me?" She says tapping a finger on her cheek in fake contemplation.
I smile a little at her antics before leaning down, connecting our lips briefly before I let her go so we can get to class.
