UnConditionally

It's A Good Thing That...

Serena sat in class, her brain flooded with memories of the weekend. Was she two years old? What was happening to her concentration? She excused herself from class and hurried to the bathroom. Splashing water on her face she resolved to go back to class and be focused.

She was hurrying along the hallway when she was spun and her lips met others.

"Don't you have class?" She smiled.

"Don't you," He tucked some of her hair behind her ear, smiling.

"That's where I'm heading back to actually and you?" she wriggled from his grasp to continue walking.

"Run away with me," He pulled her back to him.

"We are not in high school," Serena tugged him along with her.

"Chicken," He whispered behind her.

"Oh, I'll show you who's a chicken later," She retorted, sticking out her tongue and hurrying to class.

***

"Ladies," Scott sat.

"Hey, Scott," They welcomed in unison.

Serena rolled her eyes at her friends then threw a wrapper at Cassandra.

"Hey, babe," He kissed Serena on the cheek and she nodded. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," She took a bite of cake.

Scott held her head and tasted her lips. She didn't know what was wrong with this man. He was so impulsive, maybe she thought too much. Maybe, he was exactly what she needed, even if just for five years.

"Tarte a la Serena," He put on an French accent.

The others laughed and she blushed profusely, still not believing what he'd just done. Instead she shook her head at him. There was nothing she could do about it so she'd have to live with it. No matter how much she tried avoiding him or denying him, he kept on persuing her.

"Hey, Scott," Three women walked past Scott singing sweetly.

"I don't want to have to cut anyone," Cassandra said to Scott once they were far.

"What?" Scott asked genuinely.

Men and their daftness. Could he really not see what clearly happened just now? Well, if he didn't, she would happy that he didn't readily see these things but someone would have to tell him.

"Scott, they didn't talk to you because you're Scott. They want you," Deena explained.

"Well that's too bad. Maybe I'll have to stand on this table and tell everyone who I'm interested in," He smiled, standing.

"Stop that!" Serena hissed pulling him back down gently.

"What?" He asked with playfulness in his eyes.

"Don't play with me, Scott. I will cut you," Serena closed her eyes to slits.

"Is that a threat?" He asked with playful surprise, holding his heart.

"Take it how you want it," She teased.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked.

"What? I have to get to class," Serena acknowledged the bell.

Scott tapped his cheek and she smiled. "I'm a chicken remember,"

Scott smiled and let her go. He would get his kiss later; that he knew for sure. She was his and his alone. Well they weren't in an official relationship but he had high hopes. He watched as her skirt clung to her hips, thighs and backside. She really knew how to turn on a guy by the way she dressed. He had no problem with that, once no other man touched her.