It was the middle of summer, I could be at the beach, working on my tan. But, no Dad wanted me to work in a stinking kitchen at the ¼ mile dragstrip. It wasn't all that bad, but I was swamped with orders for ice cream and milkshakes. The staff was all nice to me except for the teenage boy, who by the way, was in my class since fucking kindergarten. his name was Lucas Wickstrom.
"Hey, candy head."he called. He always likes to make fun of my hair, because I dye it different colors every other month.
"What do you want, jerkface?" I countered.
"Wow, I was only calling you by your nickname. What I want is to ask you if you want to go to the end of season dance with me."
"Are you serious, because if you aren't I will strangle you."
"Yes,I am serious."
"Sure, I would love to. thanks."
"Can I get your cell number so I can text you when I will pick you up?"
"Fine, its 403-587-1666. Are you happy now?"
"Nope, what will make me happy is if you come out of the kitchen with me for a few minutes so i can talk to you."
"Fine."
So, I followed him around to the back where he grabbed my neck, pulled me to his gorgeous, well built body and kissed me like his life depended on it.
"I have wanted to do that for so long, but we are never alone anymore."
"I know, that's because we both have jobs that we need to go to..."
He cut me off by firmly pressing his lips onto mine, then slid his hand up my shirt.
I shoved him off of me, glared at him and then stormed off leaving him standing there in shock.
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