YOUNG VOLCANOES

sixteen

KATE'S P.O.V DURING THE CONCERT

"STOP"I laughed as me and Felix made out in the backseat of the car.
I'd already dropped off Sam at the theather proud that she'd started dating. "Better not" Felix says and as he gets closer to me making it seems like he's about to kiss me, he tickles my stomach. I scream in suprisement and laughtrr then I hit his shoulder. My arm barely causes any damage on his toned arm muscles. "Ow!" He pretends and laughs, grabbing my wrists with his hands and holding them playfully so that I can't attack him back. "Don't tickle me you bitch. Well unless it's on my vag-" he cuts me off with a kiss. "You are so fucking inappropiate Kate" he says, finally letting go my hands as we sit on the backseat of his car with our faces red from laughing and making out. He flexes (sense we'd been in the same position for a while now). This letting me stare at how his biceps flex when he's stretching his whole body for his own satisfaction (and not knowing he was letting me feast my eyes).

His muscly chest can be seen through his pink floyd tank shirt. Just like his father, his face was quite young looking; maybe because he didn't have any particular or atleast noticeable body hair (other than on his head,eyebrows and well penis).

"Aw, my bad. Do I make you uncomfortable?" I ask him but my phone rings and I ignore what his reply. I look down at my phone which I had pulled from the back pocket of my cute high waisted denim skirt that I was wearing.

Hey, Alex is giving me a ride to the concert. See you there - Sam.

I put my hand on top of all Felix's face as he is about to kiss me and push his face away like if he was a dog. "Sam is meeting us here" I tell Felix. I fell his face flexing into a smile on my hand, the smile precisely because of my hand on top of his face. I get my hand off his face and exit the backseat of the car. "Then why are you getting out?. If we don't have to pick her up at the movies we have some more time to fool around in the car" Felix suggests and wiggles his eyebrows at me. "Sadly Felix, I have more of an appetite for nachos than your dick right now...so..." I tell him and he just winks at me in amusement.

I go through the open car door and get back in the car for a second. He thinks I'm going to kiss him but I grab my perfume instead. I spray it on and smile at the flavorus scent on my body. And I just feel Felix starring at me.

Guys most of the times see girls that are: independent, smart and as dominant as them like a threat. But I honestly liked that. It makes it fun, to find a guy that can actually handle you. I'd never been interested on high school boys until...Felix. Even if I'm basically dating him I have to come clean with the fact that this is not my plan. He's an amazing guy but the fact that I was falling for a fuckboy was the worst. He's a fuckboy. I'm not the first one he's used his charms on. And as genuine as how this feels, I know he'll soon dump me. But I need to be strong, I will not be used and certainly I will not be dumped. The problem was...I often forget about the facts when I'm with him and it all just feels like hot sex and cuddling.

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The concert still hadn't started, me and Felix made our way from the parking lot to the stadium holding hands. "You get the nachos and I get the extra cheese" he suggests in my ear and I smile. He says that once we're in and we've see the food kiosks. "You know me so well". I kiss him on the cheek and then slap his ass, sending him away. He blushes slightly embarassed and I smirk.

As I stand in line to get nachos I notice a small ginger hair kneeling on the wall next to the nacho kiosk. I assume she's waiting for her boyfriend sense she looks like she's the kind of girl who just needs a boyfriend to survive (I'm judgy sometimes). But some girls just give off that kind of energy.
I order two big nacho baskets and wait for the order to be up. I stare as the freckled college guy worker prepares the nachos. He slides them to me on the counter and I pay. He gives me the receipt with his number and a smily face on it. I smile, set the receipt besides the nachos on the tray and begin to put away the change on my jacket. When I look again, my nacho tray is gone. I don't understand how sense I literally looked away for 4 seconds.