Finding Mollie.

Chapter 10: Dealing with Demon Spawn 101.

"Mollie! Mollie!" I hear as I get out of my car in the student parking lot. I look around and realize that Alley is yelling my name. I start to walk over to her when two ripped arms wrap around my waist. 

"Morning," he whispers in my ear. I turn around in his arms and kiss him. 

"No need to remind me what time of the day it is," I say. Matt rolls his eyes at my comment. I grab his hand and continue over to Alley. 

"Where are we going?" 

"Before you decided to go all octupus on me and wrap me up in your arms, I was en route to see what Alley wanted," I say still dragging him behind me. "Hey Alley," I say once we reach the car, which is Weston's, she's leaning up against. 

"Hey Mollie. Matt? Are you two?" she asks quizically.

"Kinda," I say as I squeeze Matt's hand.

"Kinda?" Matt says. Then he takes my head in his hands and gives me a very nice kiss. "I don't think 'kinda' cuts it in this case. It's a definite yes, Alley."

"Okay, well, congrats then. I was going to see if you guys wanted to come to Weston's and I's wedding reception. I shouldn't really call it a reception, because it's basically just going to be a big beer bash. We're having it up at the Reservoir, Saturday night around 8 until dawn, if you can last that long."

"We're in," Matt says for the both of us. 

"Thanks Alley. Tell Weston thanks too. Where is he anyway? You two are usually inseparable," I say.

"He's inside finishing up a test from yesterday. I better get going. I have go to a prom committee meeting," Alley says as she checks her phone for the time.

"Alright well, we'll see you," Matt says as we walk towards the building."You know, I was wondering if we should go to prom. I know it's a little short notice with it being next Saturday and all, but I think we'd have fun."

I stop and turn toward him and say,"I wouldn't have it any other way." At that point he leans in and kisses me, again. We continue on in the building with Matt's arm wrapped tightly around my waist. 

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"Alright, you guys are all set," Mrs. Mitchell says as she hands a calculator to Matt and I. "Remember, all you have to do is make sure their math is right and see that they go to the right station. They'll be here in about ten minutes.Thank you, you two."

"No problem, thanks for letting us help," Matt says. 

"Alright I have to go back and take attendance, so you guys have about ten minutes to relax," Mrs. Mitchell says and then she leaves the gym. The next thing I know I'm on the floor with Matt on top of me.

"What, exactly, are you doing on top of me?" I ask pretty casually. 

"I thought we could 'relax' by maybe making out. If you're up to it that is," he states realizing that he should probably let me make the decision. 

"I'm not opposed," I say with a grin. 

"I'm taking that as a 'yes'," he says as he slides his hands through my hair and starts kissing my neck. He leaves a trail of butterfly kisses up my neck until he reaches my mouth. I start running my hands up the front of his shirt. My hands runover his perfectly sculpted abs. 

He suddenly pulls back. 

"What? Did I so something?" I ask nervously. I've honestly never made out with anyone else, so this a whole new ballgame for me. I know exactly when I do an explicit roots of a quatic problem wrong, but I'm a complete dumbass when it comes to making out. 

"No. You were amazing. I think I hear the kids coming," Matt says as he stands up and grabs my hands to pull me up. 

"Damn it," I say as I stand up. 

"Don't worry we finish it later," Matt says as he kisses me one last time. Then, all hell breaks loose.

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After three hours of whirlwind questions of 'Did I do this right?' and 'Am I almost done?', we finally break for lunch. 

When you're a senior you may go outside and eat lunch, but you can't leave school grounds. It's kind of pointless in my opinion. 

So, Matt and I head out to my car to eat in peace. We get a whopping 30 minutes for lunch, so we have to eat fast. 

"Damn, Mollie. Nice car," Matt say, thoroughly impressed, as he runs a hand over the shiny hood.

"Oh you know, divorce present from my dad. It's a 2011 Dodge Challenger Inaugural Edition," I say as I open the driver's side door and hop in.

Okay, so maybe most teenage girls don't drive muscle cars, but I love it. My car is named Percy, after the great Percy Jackson & The Olympians series. Percy is almost a cobalt blue with a white racing stripe down the middle. The interior is blue leather with white stripe down the middle as well. I'm very proud of my baby Percy. 

"Wow. You're hot, smart, hilarious, and a car lover. Where have you been all my life?" Matt exclaims as he gets in the passenger side door. I reach in the backseat and grab my 'gourmet' turkey sandwich that my mother almost forgot to make for me this morning, while Matt pulls out a cold personal pan pizza out of his Target plastic. 

"A pizza? Really?" I say a little in awe.

"Hey, my mom and dad have basically left me to fend for myself. Dad is always at work, or at the golf course. He owns a string of little computer repair shops around the Midwest. Mom is either at work, or at the country club, gossiping with the other trophy wives. She works at the Chase building in the city. So I'm usually home alone," he says. 

"I thought you had a brother and a couple sisters?" I ask.

"I do. My brother is 25, and my twin sisters are 21."

"Aw. So Matt's the little baby Miller?" I say in a baby voice.

"I am not the baby, I am the youngest." he says, with a fake little pout on his face.

"I didn't know there was a difference."

He sits there, obviously pleased with himself, and says,"Besides, babies can't do this." He leans over and pins me against my seat and kisses me. 

"If you don't mind, I'd like to eat before we maul each other again."

"Fine," Matt says. He then literally inhales his pizza in less than ten bites. I just stare at him shock.

"Please?" he pleads as he looks at me these puppy dog eyes I hadn't seen him wear before. And obviously they were too cute to resist, because not ten seconds later we were in the backseat making out, for the seconf time this morning.