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Chapter 19 : No Porn For Children

"Oh my god! Yes, I did it!" I squealed when I saw the football hit the goal. Clark, Ian, I and some local boys were playing football with Ian, I and two boys in one team, whereas Clark and the others in the other team. Somehow I had managed to beat the other team and I was overjoyed to see Clark groan in defeat.

"That was so cool, George!" Ian came running to me and we did a hard chest bump. I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot I had boobs. The moment after our chests collided, I sat down in embarrassment and a slight pain.

"I'm so sorry George. I forgot you had erm . . . " Ian trailed off and I laughed awkwardly.

"Ah, no that's fine. It's hurting but I can't possibly put bandage over my boobs now, can I?" I massaged my tits and Ian just stared at me. He seemed so guilty for initiating the chest bump in the first place. I assured him that I was fine so he reluctantly went towards Clark.

By now, a small crowd of the boys playing with us gathered around me. Their gaze was fixed on me which slowly lowered to my chest. Ian was talking to Clark who stood in a corner. Clark's eyes suddenly flashed towards me and then his eyes narrowed into slits at the boys. I quickly got up and announced, "Game's over horny boys. Now go home."

They all dispersed hastily and I sighed in relief. I walked over to Ian and Clark and threw my arms around Clark. I leaned on him sloppily for support and whined, "I'm so tired after this game, I neeeeeeeeed fooooooood!"

Clark ignored me and Ian was just about to say something, when I interjected by shouting loudly in Clark's ears, "I WANT FOOD! I WANT---"

I was cut off by Clark's lips crashing to me and swallowing my words. My eyes widened since it was all so sudden. His arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me closer to him. Slowly, I moved my lips and his kiss deepened in response. His lips and tongue was so warm and pleasing . . . I felt giddy all over.

I honestly didn't know what to do. I wasn't experienced in the 'making out department,' since all the boys were afraid of me in the first place. They knew I was trouble so nobody asked me out. I didn't seem to mind though since I was a tomboy and my boyfriend would forever be food.

Clark actually tasted so delicious like one of my favourite desserts. Kissing Clark didn't just give satisfaction to my taste buds, but it also stimulated the fuzzy feeling in my stomach like I was home after a tiring day. I hated to admit it, but I felt like Clark's kiss was just as good as food.

We heard Ian clearing his throat awkwardly and Clark immediately pulled away from me. I looked at Ian who frowned at Clark for a second and then he quickly turned to me and smiled. I was perplexed as I half-smiled at him.

Once I was back on planet earth with all my proper senses back, I grinned at Clark, "Aw, Brownie . . . admit it you love me, my shy little bean." He didn't say anything, he didn't even roll his eyes. He just made his way to his car. I continued, "Aw, my poor Brownie. I know you love me. Come on, a little confession wouldn't hurt."

Ian laughed and I linked my arms with him. We walked towards Clark's car and sat in. I was seated on the passenger seat beside Clark who would be the one driving and Ian was seated in the back.

"I know you secretly love me Brownie---"

"No."

"Then why did you kiss me my secret shy admirer?"

He didn't say anything and his jaw clenched. His temper time bomb was ticking and I would love to see him go bonkers. My hands itched to make him explode as I proceeded to annoy him for the next ten minutes of the drive.

"Clark, stop right here. I have some work in the bank," Ian said suddenly and Clark nodded, slowing the pace of the car.

"What? Why? Is it that important?" I asked in panic when I noticed Clark smirk. I knew that he was waiting for the right opportunity for a revenge and Ian going away just opened the doors of hell for me.

"Yeah, why are you so worried? Is something bothering you?" Ian said in concern as he slipped out of the car. I shook my head hesitantly. "Okay then, bye George and Clark. Meet you both later."

Clark simply nodded as I took a glimpse of him. He still had that faint yet evident smirk plastered on his face.

"Why are you smiling like that?" I asked accusingly and the smut look on his face became more prominent.

"You'll see," he said as a matter of fact and before I could protest, he started driving wildly. He slowly increased the speed of the car and I got excited as I started to hoot. At first, I was enjoying the fast driving but soon it turned to my worst horrors.

He took such unexpected turns and I freaked out completely. I was certain that I didn't want to die yet. I clutched his shirt in fear and yelled, "STOP THIS, YOU PSYCHO!"

He didn't stop, but continued with the rash driving. I swallowed the lump formed in my throat and took the apology route, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for annoying you earlier! Now stop, stop! Please!"

He didn't stop so I raised my voice, "I said I'm fucking sorry!"

He slowed down after a few seconds and I sighed in relief. Regaining my composure, I ordered bravely, "Stop this car right now."

He didn't stop and neither said anything. I couldn't get out of here with being sassy so I said sweetly, "Stop this car, please? I need some fresh air to breathe."

He stopped the car this time and I quickly unbuckled my seat belt. I hopped down the car and wiped the sweat formed over my forehead with the sleeve of my shirt.

"You got scared?" Clark mocked me as he too got down from the car.

"I got scared, really? You freaking psychopath! You will drive me to my death! Don't you realize how foolish that was? My mum got killed in an accident!" I yelled at him impulsively and poked my finger at his chest. Seeing his eyes soften, I broke down, "She didn't deserve to die just like that . . . you know?"

Clark suddenly cupped my cheeks and murmured, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that."

I nodded slightly since his hands were firmly cupping my cheeks. I mentally smacked myself for telling him my sad story. I shouldn't make a sad man more sad by telling him tragic shit. I wanted to make Clark happy.

So I cracked my usual grin and taunted, "Did I hear an apology from you? That was so nice of you Brownie dear."

He rolled his eyes but he didn't release me. I realized our close proximity and my breath hitched. My back was pressed against the car door and Clark's intense eyes bore into me making me feeling things. Things I wasn't sure existed until Clark happened.

We were away from the town since the town's playground was located in the outskirts of the town. There was not a single soul around. We were surrounded by plain land on both sides of the road, covered by lush green meadows and few tiny, yellow flowers popping in the greenery.

My heart hammered against my chest as I tried to put up my brave façade. His lips brushed against mine and an odd shiver ran down my spine. He leaned in when suddenly we heard a voice, "Woohoo! Go on and kiss!"

We looked at a bunch of teenagers in a van who were passing by the road and encouraging us to kiss. I waved at them and shouted, "Go away suckers! No free porn for children!"

"Aw," they cried as their van drove away. I laughed hysterically and glanced at Clark who just sighed. He quietly got into the car and I prepared myself to tease him till I reached home.