Diary of a High School Has Been (18+)

Entry 8: He KISSED Me

I love the self-destruct button! I should hit it more often! Yes, I know, more than one journal entry in a day! But you will never guess what just happened!

When Preston dropped me off this morning, I thought it was over for me like I said before. I only thought that because when he drove me home, he was completely silent and didn't say a word. He didn't even look my way. He just drove and followed the directions I gave him to my house.

I thanked him for the ride and still, he didn't say anything. He just drove off and went home. I didn't know what to think of the previous night because I could barely remember anything after leaving the party.

That is, until Preston came over tonight!

After I finished writing in this journal, I went downstairs for dinner. My dad didn't come to the dining room tonight and decided he'd rather eat in his study like a weirdo. I just can't believe how childish he's being. Yeah, maybe I shouldn't have called him out yesterday but he had it coming for at least 3-6 months. 9 months of ignoring your child is diabolical.

Mom and I were now sitting in silence. She was mad at me over Saturday night's dinner as well. In fact, she was eating a whole separate meal of lobster bisque and crackers while I was eating reheated leftovers. About 10 minutes into our meal, I heard a car pull up outside of our house.

"I wonder who that could be?" My mother asked.

I got up from the table, assuming it was Leah coming to ask me about what happened last night.

"It's probably just Leah, Mom." I rolled my eyes getting up.

When I opened the door, at the bottom of the driveway, Preston was getting out of his car. I shut the front door and speedily walked over to him.

"What's up, lightweight."

"What are you doing here?" I asked in a panicked tone.

The last thing I wanted was for my parents to see me with a guy. He looked so good though. He was just wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants but he had a baseball cap on too and it was backwards. Ugh, why did he have to look so good in sweatpants. And the hat holding his hair out of his face made him look even more handsome.

"We should talk," he shrugged casually.

"About?" I asked.

"Last night."

"Last night? What about last night?"

When I asked, I meant it. I truly didn't remember. Did he want to talk about Drake? Did he want to talk about the ride home? Did he want to talk about me sleeping over? I really didn't remember most of it.

"Last night in my bedroom. What you said...."

I squinted my eyes at him trying so hard to concentrate on what he was saying. I was racking my brain forcing myself to remember what the hell he was talking about.

Then it hit me. Looking at his face, my memories flooded my brain like a bad dream.

I remembered how we got to his house and he carried me inside. Alyssa had gone to her room and offered for me to sleep in there. Preston told her to go to bed and that he would stay up and watch me in case I vomited in my sleep. How romantic....

He laid me down on his bed and put one of his large t-shirt on me. It wasn't until I was fully covered that he pulled my dress off from the bottom so I could sleep comfortably. I knew he knew I was completely naked and still he didn't try anything. I think Drake would've climbed on top of me right then and there. Not Preston though. Preston went and got make up removing wipes from Alyssa and wiped my face clean.