My Valentine

Eighteen

Nightengale Phillips

She grabbed hold of my shoulders, pulling me from the locker I was leaning against."I kissed him."

She seemed to be torn between remorse and disgust. I beamed at her.

"I assume you're referring to Berry?" She put her index finger against my lips.
"Lower your voice!"
I gripped both her hands in mine and gazed steadily at her.

"Sweetie, it was bound to happen one day. Why are you so against this? It's normal, you know."

"I know, but now, things have gotten so awkward between us."

They were both so silly. Tammy and Berry both liked each other, so why did they keep fighting their attraction? I knew by experience that denying the feelings that you have for someone would only lead to a dead end.

The bell bellowed, signalling our first class for the day, History. "Listen, Berry likes you, you like Berry. Sweetie, that's all that matters. Whatever complications you think exist between you two are irrelevant."

"When did you become so wise?"

I pulled her into a hug, "Since I turned eighteen."

Dimples: Yes, but don't you think it would be harder to strangulate someone? Think of how long it would take! By the way, no one's in class yet. Get in here so I can get my morning kiss ;-)

I wanted to screech in delight, but I bit my lower lip until I could feel the sting of my teeth piercing my skin. My boyfriend and I had spent the entire day yesterday and the morning getting to know each other a bit better. For some reason, we were on the topic of the easiest way to commit murder.

We were probably doing everything too fast paced, but I honestly felt as if I was breaking down some unpronounced barriers between us by talking to him about my own thoughts. If the communication barrier was conquered, then a regular boy\girl relationship would begin to fall into place, right?

He seemed to have loosened up as well. Marshall spoke to me as if I was an equal for the past day and not the neighbour's kid or his student.

®Gayle: I need a minute. Tammy's freaking out because she kissed Berry.

I'd told him about their little love affair sometime between yesterday evening and early this morning.

"Listen sweetie, I have to get to class. I'll talk to you at lunch, okay?"

The words, "Wait, what am I supposed to do when I see Berry!" sounded faint as I walked away from her and headed to History class.

When I got there, I found a very tall, lean and freshly shaven Mr. Valentine sitting behind his desk, reading something from a textbook and  tugging at his thin rimmed reading glasses in what must have been confusion.

None of the students,aside from me, had yet to arrive, so he was the only one in the room.

How scrumptious.

I entered and shut the door quietly. We probably had about five minutes before any of the other students showed up. He looked up from what he was reading to find me sending googly eyes at him. How could I not?