Ch. 10
I am definitely not described as a morning person, but when Harry called to tell me he was picking me up I shot out of bed like a rocket taking off. I rushed around getting ready. Rushing was not helpful in the slightest. I had forgotten to put in my left earring and my hair was not satisfying me, looking less than perfect. After brushing my teeth three times and checking my mascara I head down stairs.
"Good morning. I usually don't see you in the mornings." My dad chuckles. "You look beautiful today." He says before sipping his orange juice, the newspaper spread out on the table, sports section in his hands.
"Thanks dad." I smile. "You're the best." I walk over and hug him. I wish I hadn't brushed my teeth yet, orange juice and tooth paste is an awful mixture. My phone buzzed in my pocket. My heart leaps. He's here.
A conformation message let me know, the boy I adored was in the driveway. I kissed my dad on top of the head and walked out the door. As soon I step outside I nearly fell flat on my face. How can one person be so stunning? All the time? The strong urge to run back in and try to make myself look better almost takes over. My heart is pounding in my chest. He looks like pure sex sitting in his car. No wonder my hormones go crazy around him.
Harry is sitting in a shiny, black, 1970 something Corvette. He has on black ray bans and a white shirt, underneath a black leather jacket. I think I'm dead but I feel my legs gravitate towards his car. Why does he have so many cars anyway? So many thoughts are running through my head. When I slip into the passenger seat they all leave my mind.
"Hi, love." Harry's grin is contagious. I find myself placing my hands on either side of his cheeks and forcing him to look at me.
"Maybe give me warning before you show up here looking like James Dean?" I chuckle and give him a quick peck on the lips.
"I'm guessing that is a good thing?" He asks then wets his lips. He catches me looking at them and I blush. I remove my hands and knot them together in my lap, in a confused fluster, as usual around Harry.
"Hey?" He asks in a hushed tone as he leans in, closer.
"Yeah?" I reply shifting in my seat awkwardly, unable to sit still under Harry's intense gaze.
"Something awful happened." His voice still low, although surprisingly calm if something is wrong.
"Wh.. What it is it?" I ask nervously.
"I hit my lips on something. Although there is no bruise I went to the doctor. He said the only way to fix it would be to get someone to kiss them. I couldn't ask him to do it of course. What do you say? Can you help me out?" His grin wide as ever. He thinks he is so clever.
"Hmmm.. I don't know. Maybe I could just.." I am cut off by plump, soft lips on mine.
As soon as the kiss starts it is over. I want more but I don't want him to know how eager I am. I don't want him to think bad of me for trying to rush into things.
"We should skip." Harry suggests. I look at him with utter confusion. Skip school? No way.
"I don't know.."
"I am only kidding." He laughs. He peels out of the parking lot in the opposite direction from school. He is not really trying to ditch school.. Is he?
"Breakfast?" Harry asks turning into a Waffle House.
"Harry, I am not skipping." I say a little too harshly.
"We have forty-five minutes." He answers as if I should know this.
I glance at the clock on his dash. He's right.
