Tomorrow Couldn't Come Any Faster

Chapter 7

*Three years later*

Wow. I'm a senior. And soon I will be going to college. I'm finally 18, just under Paul, who will be 19 soon. And Paul. The first year I had met him, I didn't find out he was sick until 2 months Into our relationship. I remember how hard I cried. Good news from the doctors last year though,his cancer had cleard up. No more blackouts, or dizziness. His hair had grown back to the way it was freshman year, and he is still sexy as hell. Yes, we're still dating. Yes, we still give each other kisses as sweet as honey. Every time I look at him, it's like the first time. The past three years I had grown taller, and my hips widened. So I guess you can say that I'm more confident in myself, not the Paul had already made me when I first started to go out with him. I'm in my room right now, and it's 1 am. 'Today' which is like tomorrow to me, is the first day of senior year. I hadn't seen Paul in a week or so, because he had gone to Germany with his lads in his band. They were the quarrymen, or the silver Beatles. I forget. There's John. He has quite a unique voice, very charming. Though I still prefer Paul's. then there's George. He doesn't talk much, and he plays the guitar. Then there's Pete. He's a complete asshole. A lot of the girls like him, just because of his looks and all. Ugh, he pisses the shit out of me. I decide to try to go to sleep, making time pass by faster so I can see Paul sooner. I wonder if he has thought about me on his trip. Because I had definitely thought about him and his stunning eyes.
I wake up. I go to my closet, and pick out a mini skirt with a blouse. I decide not to wear makeup, because Paul had told me that I look better without it. I head downstairs, and kiss my daddy goodbye. I walk out the door, and Paul is waiting outside my house with his car. Oh yes, his new car. It is a chick and shined black, with the wheel rims all silver and new. I walk closer to the car, as he gets out and opens my door for me. "What a gentleman." I say, and kiss him. I slip in, and he shuts the door for me. He gets in his side, and starts to drive. "How was hamburg?" I say to him, curiously. I wanted to know the crazy shit he'd done there. "Well, it was certainly interesting. They deported me and Pete early, because it was too dark in our room and we didn't have a candle, so we decided to light a condom on fire. They thought we were trying to burn the place down, and they deported us the next day." He starts to laugh really hard, and I did, too. "A fucking condom? What the fuck, paulie wallie!" I say, making fun of him. After our laughter dies down a bit, he parks his car in the school parking lot and we head into the big brick building he calls the hell hole. School. "It's good that we have chemistry together," I say. He chuckles. "What?" I say to him. "Well, when you said that I thought of the pun. We do have chemistry, Juliette! Get it?" I laugh really loud, because it was cheesy, but cute as hell. "Have I told you that you are absolutely beautiful today?" He asks "now you have," and he leans in to kiss me. Not just any old kiss, but a French kiss, ugh. He is so magical, I just want to rip my heart out and give it to him. Not like he doesn't have it already. We walk to chemistry holding hands.
We get in the room, and we pick two empty seats and sit next to each other. The teacher walks in. "Ello, class. Me name is Mr.Slowkowski and I will be your chemistry teacher this year. I know that this is the first day of school, but since we have extended class today, we will be doing a lab." Great. A freaking lab. "Get into pairs," he says. Psh, I'm with Paul. No shit Sherlock. All of a sudden the teacher comes around handing us small bottles of coke and these white things that looks like condensed cocaine or some shit. "Now class, before you put that pill in the coke bottle, you must remember that you must close the cap very quickly, or it will go everywhere." I go to pick up the pill, but Paul snatches it before me and winks. "I can do it, silly girl!" And kisses my cheek. "NO PUBLIC SIGNS OF AFFECTION. KEEP YOUR LIPS TO YOURSELF, MCCARTNEY." The teacher yells. We giggle, thinking what a joke this teacher will be. He opens the coke bottle, and slips the pill in. He tries to close the bottle cap, but it got caught, and exploded all over us. We started laughing, since we are drenched in pop. The teacher runs over, and writes on a small piece of paper. He hands them to us, and it says, "DETENTION SLIP." "I've already gotten tired of your giggling and fooling around, you two. Now shut is or I will give you another." He turns around and walks away, and Paul covers his mouth, trying hard not to burst. He looks at me, and then looks at the teacher. What a fun class.

**by the way, I dedicate this book to Mariam, because she really enjoys it! And I will write another chapter tonight, because I can't fall asleep. Maybe ill write two more tonight**