Officially Stupid

4

"That. Was. Fucking. Hilarious," I laugh as we stumble out of the stupid restaurant.

"What are tight arse," he chuckles, referring to the posh waitress who kicked us out for acting 'like immature children that should go back to primary school.'

Yeah. Whatever.

Connor pushes me against his car and runs his hands over my hips, sending chills down my spine.

"You are so fucking sexy," his breath tickles my ear. My heart almost explodes in my chest, I have been waiting so long for this.

"Wish I could say the same about you," I joke and close the gap between our lips. He moans and leans into the kiss, responding immediately. I wrap my legs around his waist and bury my hands in his hair.

He tugs my bottom lip with his teeth and I pull him even closer, if that's possible. I will myself to be a cliché and feel a spark, but one doesn't come. It's okay I'll give you some time, just don't take too long. Anyway, I am attracted to him. I mean he's hot.... in a cute way.

Someone pulls me out of my trance with a wolf whistle followed by, "Get a room!"

I pull away, breathless. "We should go."

"Yeah," he pulls his hand through his shaggy brown hair, disappointed, "I suppose we should."

The car ride back to my house is silent and filled with sexual tension that could be cut with a blunt knife.
I lace my hands together, using a lot of willpower to not touch him. I sneak a glance sideways and notice his white nuckles on the wheel. So I'm not the only one trying to keep my hands to myself.

My heart drops when he pulls the car to a stop, I feel the night coming to an end.

"I'm not ready to say goodbye yet," I tell him honestly.

"Neither," he grabs my hands, "I don't know why I never did this sooner. I guess I just didn't want you to reject me."

"As if," I smile and lean into him. He smells nice, a nice guy smell, you know?

I plant a kiss on his cheek, although I'm not entirely sure why. "Thanks for tonight," I turn to go just as he grabs my arm.

"Wait," he says, seriously, "will you do this again with me?"

"Yes, of course," I grin, "laters."

As I walk into the house I can't help but feel a pang of disappointment. I tell myself it's because the nights over, but is that really it? Of course it is, Winnie. Don't be a fucking baby, this isn't a fairytale. What did you expect? Pleasure at making skin contact with him?

Yes.

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In Physics the next day Mr Finlay asks Connor for the magnets he supposedly made. I laugh internally, have fun getting out of this one Connor.

"Right here sir," he reaches out his arm and opens his palm. Sitting there are two round black discs. I gasp as Mr Finlay inspects them. He did not. The class sits in a stunned silence, no one believed for a second that he would actually do it.

"Only took me a few hours but it was well worth the looks on your faces I'd say," he smirks at the class.

"Hmmm, very nice Connor," it's Mr Finlay's turn to smirk, "I would be impressed, however, I happen to know for a fact that these were purchased from the coin save shop."