The next day, I sat up and leaned against my pillows. My eyes were busy wandering around the room when they finally landed on my cell phone. I was just about to push the 'Ok' button to check my messages, when it started vibrating harshly in my hand. The contact said 'Wyatt,' my heart immediately skipped a beat. As I opened the message, my eyes quickly scanned the words on the screen,
"Care to meet me by the gazebo in 20 minutes? :)"
Wyatt was being corny, but still; it was sweet of him. I immediately replied, but it took me a good 5 minutes before I could send it, only because my hands were shaking so much. I was giddy with excitement. I quickly read over it, just to make sure that it didn't have any mistakes.
"Wouldn't dream of missing out ;)"
Oh yeah, I was totally about to keep this smartass corny conversation up, but I knew he'd be smiling when he opened his messages. Without any waiting I looked out my window, it was already starting to get chilly and dark outside. Damn, I thought. How the hell did I get away with sleeping this long? I let the thought go.
Immediately I jumped out of bed, walked over to my closet and scanned through looking for something decent to wear. I sure as hell wasn't going to look as good as I did last night, but hey, it is what it is. And I knew Wyatt liked me for me. And it was me that he wanted, not some cute ass, barbie-doll look-alike whore. My pajamas hit the floor as I eased my body out of them. I pulled an old Metallica band tee on over my head from a past concert my father had taken me to. Ahh the memories, I sighed out to myself. I took a look at my phone and saw that Wyatt had taken the time to text me back, my heart immediately jumped again.
"Babe, (You are alright with me calling you that right?) I'm looking forward to seeing you"
AHH!! Wyatt was seriously being sweet, and I think that was what killed my bad-ass mood.
"Oh, I'm totally fine with that, that is . . . if I'm the last one to be called that ;)"
Yeah, that's right, be trapped! . . . Had I cornered him maybe too much? I did have a way with guys (or so I thought) but had this seemed too bitchy? Nahh, it was alright. I remembered that I was
supposed to be getting all prettied up for my night tonight. I pulled my legs through some white skinnies, and climbed into my beaten up Chuck Taylors. I took a quick look at my makeup, not caring
a lot. But found myself putting on another coat of black eyeliner and another skin of lip balm . . . just to
be safe. My hair was still in the red ringlets from the night before. I took a step back and surveyed my figure, I have to admit . . . I wasn't looking too hot. But it was better than I was looking 10 minutes ago.
As I clambered down my front steps, I noticed that my parents' car wasn't in the driveway. Score. Just another night all to myself, without my party drunken parents. Perfect. I rubbed my arms free of the goosebumps that were forming from the breeze carrying over from the ocean a few miles away. I
hadn't noticed it, but this old beach town hadn't changed much in the past few years. I was proud of it in a way. As I crossed the street, and passed the old towns' adult club, I noticed my parents old '96 Corvette parked in the lot. Of course. They would be there. Oh well.
I ran into the woods, already
seeing Wyatt's figure in front of the gazebo, awaiting me. As his body grew closer, I couldn't help it, and I sprinted into his arms. They immediately wrapped around me, and he leaned in to plant a kiss on my lips. I couldn't help thinking that maybe . . . just maybe . . . this could last.
***
I awoke the next day extremely happy. Wyatt actually cared. . . He ACTUALLY cared about me! I know it seems a little over the top that I'm acting this way, but before I met him, I was pretty much as lost as a rancher in New York City.
Dim rays of sunlight peered through the shades of my window. 'Shit..' I thought. I realized I had school in half an hour as I gazed at the alarm clock sitting on my nightstand.
I clambered out of bed and walked into the bathroom. My reflection scared the daylights out of me as I took in my demented appearance. Shrugging, I peeled the Metallica shirt off, along with the now rotten smelling white skinnies. I flipped on the fan, and turned on the water. Goosebumps creeped over my skin as I cursed at myself for not starting the shower before I undressed. Swinging a towel over the metal rod, I got in and started scrubbing my body, enjoying the boiling hot water as it stung my skin.
***
"You've got to be kidding me!" Paige blundered. "We cannot stop this game for you little interference of feelings!"
I was sitting at our table during lunch period, and decided to tell everyone about what was going on with Wyatt and I. And needless to say. . . It was going as planned.
Cassidy gave me a sympathetic smile from where she was sitting across the table.
"I actually think this is a better idea. There shouldn't be feelings, according to the rules. But if one of us hAs feelings, we should just stop it here. You wouldn't want someone else being around your lover, would you Paige?" Cassidy chimed in, on my defense. Paige flashed her a wicked glare, but Cassidy just gave her a petite smile.
"Fine, it's whatever. . ." Paige trailed off, while picking at her fingernails.
Out of nowhere, I looked up and instantly me Wyatt's eyes. The beautiful rich color engulfing me. He turned away just as he smirked, and that was when I realized I had been gawking like a old man on Viagra watching a porn.
***
Class flew by and just as the bell was about to ring, the last one of the day, I felt a hand grab my forearm. I looked up to see who it was, and immediately relaxed as I realized it was Wyatt. He smiled down at me, and steered me towards his car, which was parked on the far end of the parking lot.
He unlocked his blue Jeep, and took my bag off my shoulder, proceeding to throw it inside. He closed the door behind him and walked over to his side of the car.
"Come here, sweetheart," he said, huskily.
I followed one step behind him and stood with my back against the drivers' door. It was not until then that I realized we were out of earshot, and nobody could see us from our secluded area on this side of his car. Wyatt closed the distance between us and leaned in, entangling his left hand in my hair, and right one just above my ass, holding me close. Our foreheads touched and we gazed into each others eyes longingly.
"Baby," he whined, creasing his eyebrows together.
At that moment his lips crushed against mine, hungrily. I immediately reacted and intertwined my arms together around his neck, his one hand left my back, and pulled my legs up around his waist. We were kissing passionately, my jaw opened slightly, granting him access. He responded and launched his tongue into my mouth. I let out a moan, realizing that I wanted him. . . No, I needed him.
"Excuse me, but we're still on school grounds. I think you should take this elsewhere. . ."
Our heads broke apart as we both looked at where the nasally voice came from, my chin dropped as far as it would let me, as I realized I was staring in the eyes of my blotchy secretary. 'This is SO not what should have happened. . .' I thought.
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Sooo... Big cliffhanger? Not so much, haha. I assure you it won't end *too* badly... (; sorry for not updating for like... 392628384 months. Had a rough patch. Anywaaaays, hope you all like it! Vote for me?(:
