Never

Chapter 2

"Privacy? For what? Do people, like, smoke in here? 'Cos then I'm not really interested." I knew this wasn't helping my image of unintimidated and uncool but I really didn't know what he wanted to do with me.

"No I'm not into that either. I just wanted some privacy with you." He paused for a few seconds. "Do you ever see me look over at you in class?" he asked.

My cheeks blushed. I was turning red with anxiety. How was I supposed to answer that? If anything, I stared at him in class! Those sweatpants fit him so well, of course I have to glance down a couple times during class. I push down the block in my throat and try to say something so he knows I'm intrigued.

I match his volume and emotion, "You must be lying. I thought I only stared at you during class." Oops, did I really just say that! He's gonna think I'm so weird.

"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow in what seemed as interest. He went on, "Sometimes you just look so cute when you're being all smart."

I hesitated, not knowing how to process what he just said. "I could say the same about you, but not just when you're being smart." Oh God, I keep saying the wrong thing.

He licked his lips and bit down on his bottom one, lowering his eyes to my lips. My heart stopped. I couldn't believe what was happening. Out of nowhere, he grabbed my shirt and slowly pulled me into his lips. My mind went blank; I couldn't think. My head was filling itself with crazy emotions and feelings. I didn't even know how to react. He closed his eyes and put his soft, plump, pink lips right against mine. Only due to shock, my lips were naturally slightly parted.

As I realized THE Spencer was all over me, I push my lips right back into his and the moment was amazing. I tried to enjoy it without thinking of anything but his perfect lips as he passionately pressed them on mine. 

After a few minutes of kissing, or at least what felt like it, I started to feel his tongue in my mouth. It felt great, so I returned the favor. Things felt easy, even though I had no idea what I was doing.

He started feeling my body over my shirt with his soft, gentle hands. I could die perfectly content, right here in this moment. This is all I ever wanted, all I ever dreamt of. I couldn't believe any of it. The sexiest boy in school was making out with me.

In the heat of the kiss, I began to feel up his arm, moving my hands to his pecs. I was right. They were muscular and perfect. He leaned his body into mine, and my hands ran down his back, then over his perky muscular butt. Everything was moving so fast! He kept kissing me and put his soft, skin-hot, hands under my shirt, feeling my abs.

All of a sudden, as if waking up from a daydream, the bell rang, surprising me with shock and completely ruining the moment. I cursed in my head.

We sat up, still looking in each other's eyes. His dark, mysterious, captivating brown eyes admiring mine.

I spoke, "We should probably go to 3rd period." I have no idea why I'm stopping this! I wanted it to go even further but knowing we were still in school made the thought uncomfortable.

"Um... Yeah, you're right. I should get going," his breath hot as we held our gaze. His breathing was fast. So was mine. He snapped out of our lock and got up. He walked out faster than I could sit up.

I was left alone to my own thoughts now. I didn't known much besides the fact that it was the best experience of my life. What. Just. Happened.