Don't Let Me Go

Because I Love You

"Wake up you miserable excuse for a team! You didn't even play this weekend! Wake up!" Coach yelled obviously missing his whistle. I open my eyes to see Scott had fallen asleep with head resting on his shoulder probably trying not to bother me. I didn't even remember falling asleep as I sit up stretching and yawing and look around. Everyone is still asleep and Coach resorted to going aisle by aisle yelling at everyone to get up.

"Scott... Scott.. Scott wake up." He wouldn't budge. Scott was probably so drained. Coach was getting closer and closer and I look down to see Scott has a bulge in his shorts. Oh my god. He's probably having a sex dream oh god. Allison think. How do I wake him up? Screw it I put my hands on his cheeks and pressed my lips gently to his. I wasn't expecting a flood of emotions to hit me like it did. I couldn't contain myself as I kissed Scott awake feeling as if I had never stopped kissing him. I felt right and safe and whole for the first time in months.

Scott opens his eyes and they widen when they realize I still have my lips pressed to his. I pull away and stare into the face of the guy who can make me feel like nothing else can.

"Why did you kiss me?"

"You wouldn't wake up... and I just... Because I love you Scott." I took a sharp breath. I couldn't believe I said that. I've held back from saying the words that only us two understood. How those four little words meant everything.

"Still?" Scott whispered.

"I never stopped."

Just as he was leaning in to kiss me Stiles comes up "Heyyyy... Oh did I just..." he noticed how close me and Scott were.

"It's okay." I said trying to hold in my laugh. "Can you give us a minute?"

"Sure thing I'll just tell coach you two want to kiss I'm sure he'll be very understanding." Stiles said walking away.

I stood up stretching and turned back to Scott looking at the still prominent bulge on his shorts. "So what did you dream about?" I made it really obvious as I looked to his shorts.

"Oh..Uh..." Scott joined me in my laughter as he stood up and grabbed his bag. I grabbed his hand as we walked off the bus.

Wow I was so caught up in Scott I didn't realize practically everyone had left already. Even the bus driver was ready to leave. I guess Stiles had told Coach everyone was off the bus. I see Lydia climbing into Stile's jeep. That traitor. She knew I was gonna have to ride with Scott on his motorbike. Yesterday I would have been mad but today I'm actually looking forward to having an excuse to wrap my arms around Scott.

"So is your dad going to pick you up?" Scott asked me as he let go of my hand to unchain his bike.

"Actually I was hoping you could give me a ride?"

"I was hoping you'd say that." Scott smiled and handed me his helmet saying there was no way he was going to let me ride without a helmet. I laughed because it was too big for me but he tightened it pretty good. Scott had to help me get on before he started the engine because I had never rode on a motorcycle. Somehow since it was with Scott I wasn't afraid. All the lectures my dad had told me about motorcycles vanished because as long as I was with Scott I felt like nothing bad could happen. I wrapped my arms around him as tight as I could as he headed out of the school's parking lot down the familiar path to my house. The entire trip all I could think about was Scott and how I hoped my father wasn't home.