He kissed me, oh my god, he actually kissed me, Emma Pear!? she thought as she waited outside the school at the end of the day for her father to pick her up. Her mind was still racing from the kiss, but why did he do that? What was the real reason? What did this make them now, because friends don't kiss each other... Would he do it again? The thought that he would made her smile even wider. She wished she had someone to talk this out with because she definitely couldn't with her mom. Maybe once she got home, she would text Kandy.
The smile suddenly fell from her face, and dread coiled in her stomach as she saw a familiar car pull in front of her. The window rolled down. Jason sat in the front seat, grinning. "Hello, beautiful. Your father asked if I could pick you up today, and of course, I agreed."
She didn't believe a word coming out of his mouth. Sure, her parents liked him, but would they really let him pick her up like this? It all seemed a little too random for her to believe. He noticed the disbelief on her face. "Don't believe me, beautiful? What other options do you really have?" He had a point. Blake was already gone, and she had left her phone at home, hidden under her bed. He had her trapped once again. She pressed her lips together as she slowly pulled open the door, sliding inside. He just smiled as he zoomed down the road. To her relief, he was heading in the direction of her house, at least for the time being.
He set his hand on her thigh, rubbing upwards, making her body instantly tense up. "I like your outfit today. Did you dress this way for me?" He played with the end of her skirt. She grabbed his hand, stopping him from rubbing any farther. Did he honestly think she would just open her legs to him so easily? Because he was definitely wrong.
"No, I didn't," she huffed. He pulled his hand away, placing both hands back on the wheel. She suddenly felt naked sitting beside him. If she could jump out this car safely, she would, but he had locked the doors.
"Well, it better not have been for anyone else," he said in a hard tone. She rolled her eyes, looking out the window.
They slowly came to a stop outside her house. He unlocked the doors, and she quickly climbed out, setting a fast pace toward her house, her bookbag dangling in her hand.
"Seriously, I love this skirt. You'll have to wear it more often." Jason was directly behind her, putting a hand on her waist, making her jump. She quickly turned, finding him right against her. She tried to step back, but her back hit the door.
"What are you doing?" Her voice shook. She did not expect him to get out of his car and follow her to her door. He was so close she could smell the mint on his breath.
"Well, I wanted it to be a surprise. I'm staying for dinner tonight." Her eyes widened as he forcibly turned her around by her hips to face the door. His front was pushed right against her back while he leaned down, whispering in her ear, "Now be a good girl and play nice tonight." He gave her hips a tight squeeze before knocking on the door, letting go of her completely and taking a step back.
Her father opened the door, smiling, looking between them, obviously not seeing the fear in his daughter's eyes. "I'm guessing your new boyfriend told you the great news? He's staying for dinner!"
She pushed past him into the house, running upstairs into her room, softly panting. She closed the door while letting out a sigh as she sat on the corner of her bed. Her mother yelled from downstairs, "Your boyfriend wants to know if he can wait for dinner up in your room with you, Emma?" Was her mother being for real? Of course, she didn't want that weirdo in her room alone. She ran over to the door, locking it.
"No! I mean... no, he can't! I'm getting changed, Mother," she unbuttoned her shirt, quickly taking it off.
"Okay, come down when you're done," her mother yelled as Emma pulled on a random pink shirt. She slid out of her skirt, putting on a pair of black jogging pants, and slowly unlocking the door. Once again, she would have to put on a front for her parents. Here goes everything, she thought as she made her way down the stairs.
"Welcome, baby, I missed you," he cooed as he met her halfway, kissing her cheek. It made her insides twist as her parents 'awed' behind him. He took her hand, leading her into the living room. This was going to be a long night.
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It Started With Hello
Romance***** Emma Pear knew she wasn't the most popular girl in high school. Her nose was usually buried in a textbook, and her grades were as spotless as her reputation for always following the rules. "Nerd" was a label she'd long since embraced. Her pare...
