I woke up to a fresh Saturday morning, with nothing but the feeling of happiness and the taste of Elaine's lips.
Yep! We kissed; right after the game. Well, actually more than once. Right after he pulled away from me the first time he did it, I stared at him with astounded thoughts. Something came over me last night, making me want more, and I knew he could tell that I was pleading for it just by the shining in my eyes.
And so that's what he did. He leaned into me again and started making out with me. At first I didn't know how to kiss, seeing as though I've never kissed anyone before other than my parents, but the more I started to feel lust, the more I started to take part in it, and turns out, I'm actually alright at it. I told him goodbye right after and then I went inside to calm my adrenaline that was pumping consistently.
Anyway, back on today. As soon as I brushed my teeth and washed my face and brushed my hair, I walked downstairs calmly with nothing but a huge grin on my face.
As soon as I went into the kitchen, the smell of blueberry pancakes and bacon welcomed my nose. I smiled. Life couldn't get any better than this.
Mom was flipping Bacon on the stove while having a conversation with dad, who was reading the newspaper with coffee by his side.
I grinned excitedly like a fool. "Good morning mom." I went over to her and hugged her lightly, and she quickly turned to me as if I came out of nowhere. Either way, she smiled as a response to the hug. I walked over to my dad and kissed him on the cheeks, "Good morning dad."
"Good morning, Denny. Someone having a good morning?" He guessed with his deep and business-like voice.
"Yep. I had an amazing night." I started to gloat out, sitting down at the table and scooting my chair in.
From the moment I said this, my dad's eyes roamed from the newspaper and to me. His look was hard and stern.
"What?" I asked with an innocent shrug, cocking an eyebrow.
"What exactly do you mean when you say 'amazing night'?" His voice went hard as he asked this.
"I didn't do anything with a guy if that's what you're assuming, dad." I confirmed with a groan, "Your daughter is too ugly, remember?"
Well, I made out with a guy, so I'm half lying. Right?
"Denny, how many times must we go over this?" Mom quickly asked while settling our China plates and glass cups onto the table.
"What? Am I not allowed to have an opinion on myself?" I questioned.
"Not if it's negative Deniella." Dad interfered in, sipping his coffee.
"Well..." I shrugged and started playing with my thick and wavy brown hair that increased weight on my shoulders and back.
As soon as mom served breakfast, we began eating. After breakfast, I went back into my room to get ready for the day. I have no plans, but maybe Erica doesn't either.
I called her and asked if we could hang out sometime today, and she happily accepted.
I couldn't wait to see her.
Not only is it because I wanted to get out the house today, but it was also because I want to tell her about last night in Elaine's car.
I sighed to myself as soon as the thoughts of Blake apologizing to me haunted my mind. He sounded extremely sincere and apologetic at the end of the game last night, but somehow my heart didn't accept it.
I know I was being a bitch to him, but isn't this what he deserves? Should I just learn to look past it all and just forgive and forget? It must've taken all he had in him to apologize to me, and being the stubborn girl that I was, I turned him down.
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Me and Blake Weatherly
Teen FictionSeventeen year old Denny Parker wasn't always your average and well liked teen. In fact, as soon as she moves back to her home state New York from California, she's even hated more than ever. But then a gorgeous and sweet guy walks into her life, Bl...