Up in Arms - A Dave Grohl Fanfic

Chapter 3

Dave's POV

Needless to say Mrs Roberts was pretty pissed when the four of us walked into geography twenty minutes late. "Ah, it's nice of you to join us, now where have you all been?"
"Smoking pot," Kat coughed and muttered to herself, and I playfully punched her in the arm, grinning at her. "What was that young lady ?" Mrs Roberts asked sounding less than impressed.
"Nothing," Kat replied, shrugging her shoulders.
"Well, I have a class to teach, so if you go to your seats and don't disrupt my lesson I will let this one slide, but just this once, okay?"
She wasn't that bad sometimes.

Kat sat beside me once again. I've always sat on a table alone near to Kurt and Krist, so it's nice to finally have someone to talk to."
"So," she whispered in my ear. God that was fucking hot. I have no idea what's gotten into me lately, I guess I just used what Krist said at lunch to make out with her. After all, she didn't stop me.
"I was wondering if you might want to continue that little make out session, like you said, at my house tonight, after detention," she continued.
"I'd love that," I replied, looking deep into her eyes and smirking. I'm fucking in love and I've only known her for less than a day.

The day soon ended and me and Kat made our way to detention.
"Listen, my mom is on some business trip all week and my brother's always at his girlfriend's so I was thinking we could have more than a little make out session.."
She glanced over at me with a seductive look in her eye.
"Wow, Kat, I've known you since 8am this morning, and you're already offering sex," I replied, casually snaking my arm around her waist.
"Is that a no then?"
"No," I answered with a smirk,opening the door to Miss Pearce's classroom.
"Nice to see you both turned up," she announced as we entered, " now, I want you on the opposite corners of the classroom, no talking or whispering across the room, and I will be here at all times, understood?"
We both grunted and made our way to our seats.

The hour was one of the most dull hours of my life, it mostly consisted of me making 69 gestures across the classroom at Kat and her then flipping me off when Miss Pearce wasn't looking. Eventually, we were allowed to go, and I have never moved faster in my life. "Shit," I thought, I had this for another 4 days after today. At least I'm not alone, I guess.

We made our way out of school as I lit up a cigarette, lighting one for Kat too, before we made our way to Kat's house, narrowly avoiding being ran over a couple of times.

Kat's POV

"Mom? Mark?" I called out, just to be sure we were completely alone, before grabbing Dave's hand and leading him up to my room. He immediately grabbed my shirt and pinned me against the wall, and went in for a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth as we moved towards my bed, and he laid
me down so I was on my back with him hovering above me. He continued to kiss me before moving down to my neck and presumably leaving marks everywhere. His hand moved slowly up my shirt, as he whipped off his own jacket and shirt, before doing the same to me, leaving me in my black, lacy bra. I admired h thin yet toned body as he reached around and unhooked the clasp of my bra. His hands then slowly moved around to my breasts , before I heard the front door open and footsteps up the stairs. " Kat? Mark? Where are you both?" my mom called.
My heart sunk.
"Fuck!" we both exclaimed in unison.
"We really need to stop doing that!" Dave laughed.
"Be quiet!" I whispered quite loudly, before shoving him in the closet and quickly throwing on a random t shirt that was on the floor. I jumped on the bed and trying to act casual just as my mom walked in.

"Hey honey!"
"Hey mom!" I replied through gritted teeth. She looked around my room, looking puzzled.
"Why are you wearing a Ramones shirt? Since when did you have that shirt or even like the Ramones? And why is your bra on the floor?"
"I just bought this shirt, mom, and I always take my bra off after school. Besides, I've listened to the a Ramones for ages, I thought you knew that?" I answered, trying to keep my cool.
"And why are there two leather jackets on the floor? I know for a fact you don't have two leather jackets."
I remained silent, I had no way to respond. I was fucked. She shook her head, looking disappointed.
"Where is he?" she sighed.
I groaned, defeated.
"In the closet."
She swung open the closet door to find a shirtless Dave sat among my clothes. "Come on," she gestured towards him, as he awkwardly stepped out , smiling at my mom to try and break the tension.

"Now who are you, may I ask?"
"I'm Dave, Dave Grohl , ma'am," he replied, stuttering slightly. I snickered, and he shot me a dirty look.
"Now, what were you doing with my daughter?"
"I think it was pretty obvious," I answered for him.
"Did you use protection?" she asked.
"Well, um, we were going to, but we didn't get that far ma'am," Dave replied.
"Will you stop it with the interrogation now mom?" I spoke, getting slightly angry.
"Well, as long as you were being safe I guess, I can't complain, you seem nice enough Dave, would you like to stay for dinner?"
"I'd love to, Miss Allen."
"Please, call me Kim," she replied, before leaving the room. Dave and I exchanged looks, before collapsing onto my bed in fits of laughter in each other's arms.

Note ー I know that escalated pretty quickly, but it's all part of the story ..