New Year's Ring

Chapter Four - What's Your Favorite Color?

Darren P.O.V.

I had decided to stop asking myself why I couldn't get Emma Peterson off my mind. She was a phenomenal kisser, was one reason. I'd never felt that kind of spark with anyone except Emma. Who would have thought? I mean, ok, so I might have had a secret crush on her since as far back as I could remember. As a little kid the only way to deal with a crush is pick on them and that's how Emma had ended up with a worm in her hair. The problem is that it didn't end there. Things had escalated over the years to the point where she apparently hated me. Way to go, moron, I thought.

I'd been torn up all day wondering how Emma's date with Zach went last night. I hadn't been able to get any information out of Zach and threatening him never worked, because the guy was huge! I'd just have to get the dirt from Emma herself, I thought, and then smiled as I saw her get onto the bus. I'd managed to snag one of the seats in the very back and I had every intention of making her share it with me. I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing with her, but I hadn't been able to even look at another girl ever since New Year's Eve.

I'd been stunned speechless when the lights came on, at that party, and had discovered that it had been Emma who lit me up inside. I'd been completely into it and had forgotten that we were in the middle of the party. I knew the lights would come back on at some point and I couldn't wait to see who my new obsession was. When I found it was Emma Peterson who sat on my lap, blinking at me, I'd froze. I'd wanted to hold her there and promise that everything would be alright, but we'd gotten into such a hateful rhythm with each other that I hadn't known what to do.

The fact that I'd teased her about it when we returned to school and got the whole student body involved, hadn't been a smart move. I had regretted it instantly, especially when she kissed Zach. Seeing her kiss another guy and my friend at that, had just about killed me. I'd actually been grateful when Vicky had venomously knocked her drink over, getting Emma all wet, because it got her off Zach's lap. I wasn't used to feeling so possessive about a girl. I usually did my thing with them, promised them nothing, and moved on. Not with Emma. I wanted more, but I knew she didn't understand that yet.

"Hey, here is your shirt. Thanks for letting me borrow it." Emma appeared, threw my shirt at me, and tried to walk back toward the front of the bus. I smiled, grabbed her, and pulled her back. She plopped into the seat next to me and her eyes narrowed as she snapped, "What do you think you're doing?"

I wiggled my eyebrows at her as my answer. She rolled her eyes and again attempted to stand. I then picked her up and lifted her over me, setting her by the window. She now couldn't escape without crawling over me and I'd love it if she tried. I was ready to maul her as it was. I didn't want to overwhelm her with my intense feelings just yet, though, so I forced a nonchalant grin, "Come on, Peterson, relax and lighten up."

"I'd rather sit up there." She said through clenched teeth.

"Quit lying to yourself, Princess. You like the attention I'm giving you."

She growled and tried to do what I was hoping. She stood and tried to step over me, which was just the invitation I was looking for. I grabbed her hips and pulled down. She fell, straddling my lap. I barely suppressed a moan at the feel of her against me. We were both already in our basketball uniforms and the thin material didn't offer much barrier. I cupped her butt and pulled her more firmly against me, which caused us to rub against each other. When Emma bit her lip and closed her eyes, I knew I had her. She wasn't going anywhere, at least for the duration of the hour bus trip.

"Kiss me, Peterson." I demanded and I'll be damned if she didn't immediately follow instruction. She ran her fingers through my hair and placed her lips against mine. I parted my lips and ran my tongue against hers, until she opened for me. Then I took control. I kissed her deeply at the same time I cupped her breasts through her jersey. She wasn't overly large, but I loved her boobs. I couldn't wait to see them. They fit inside my hands perfectly. When she moaned and began to wiggle her hips, thrusting them against me, I thought I just might cream in my shorts.