One week. That is all that I had left of my senior year. Everything went by so fast. One minute I was a freshman and scared as hell of high school and now I was just a few days from graduating. It was hard to believe it was all over. These four years just flew by. I was at my locker grabbing my calc notebook and wondering where Marcel was. The tardy bell was going to ring soon and I haven't seen him. He texted me goodmorning but nothing after that. I closed my locker and started to head to my first class when I heard people whispering. I looked over at the main entrance where everyone's attention had gone. Marcel walked in. He had on RayBans with a fedora over his curly locks. His outfit consisted of a button down shirt, rolled up to his elbows, that was opened to show his gray tank top underneath. He had on skinny jeans. He took my breath away. Everyone was gawking at him; including me. He saw me and made his way over to me. He pressed his lips against mine softly and I felt my knees go weak. "You look lovely today." He told me. I glanced down at my outfit. I put on a red summery dress. I felt like dressing up for some reason. "Thank you. You look very handsome today too." I winked. He smiled and started walking me to class. He had an arm around my shoulder as we walked passed all the people that were staring. "How long do you think this is going to last?" I asked him as I pointed back to everyone. He chuckled, "Probably until graduation. It'll be nice to go somewhere where no one knows about your past." I got that lump in my throat again. After he brought me home from our date last night, I thought I would feel better after our talk. Instead, I felt the same. "Do you take your calc final today?" He asked me, as it snapped me out of my thoughts. "Um no, it's tomorrow." I told him, as we stopped at the doorway for my class. "Do you want me to help you study? I could stop by later." He offered. "Sure. Come over around 6?" He kissed my forehead, "I'll be there. See you later, (y/n)." I watched as he walked down the hallway and saw all of the other girls looking at him too. I knew when he went to Princeton other girls would definatly notice him too. I started feeling jealous. Halfway through third period my phone buzzed in my backpack. I looked at the teacher and he was busy helping another student at the front of the classroom. I checked my phone. I had a text from Marcel.
Marcel: "Meet my in the supply closet in five minutes ;)" My heart rate started going crazy. I waited five minutes before going up to the teacher and asking to go to the bathroom. He handed me the pass and I left in search for Marcel. I went to the supply closet and looked around to see if anyone was coming. No one was around so I opened the door. As soon as I stepped inside the dark room, I felt a hand on my waist. I tensed up. "Relax, it's me." Marcel whispered into my ear. His lips were on my neck in seconds. I stifled a moan as he pulled me closer. "This couldn't wait until later?" I chuckled. "No, especially with you looking like that." He said before I felt his lips on mine. His hands went from my waist to the backs of my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he squeezed my bum. "What brought all this on?" I asked him as he kissed my shoulder. "It's our last week of senior year. I'm tired of playing it safe." "Well this is very badass of you." I giggled. "Babe, you don't even know the half of it." He growled.
