Do I Wanna Know

13th of a Chapter

It's been a full month since the shooting. School hasn't been back for that long. We barely had a day of March that has school other than that first Monday of March. I haven't been able to go around town freely, alone, since. So, no seeing friends. The only times I go out is to go to a family party, in which my parents drive l, or to church, which, likewise, my parents drive. We have no homework nor do we have extra days of school added. Although, because of this, 4 basketball games were cancelled.

After watching all the Doctor Who shows from 2005-2013 and the old ones in Netflix, too, I text Forest.

Hey, I type.

Hello, sleeping beauty, he answers 30 seconds later.

How're you?

Fine, he texts back. What about you? Collarbone healed?

Yeah, partially. I still have a sling to hold my arm up so I don't move it too much and disturb the healing process

Well, hope u get better soon. We're probably gonna go back to school next week.

Thanks, I reply, hope 2 c u next week, then.

k. And I don't reply.

It's those moments where one knows that if you kept rambling on and spamming someone with texts, one will seem annoying and clingy.

My parents and siblings aren't home yet, so I'm alone. This has been the very first time, since I got shot, that I've been home alone.

Wanna go out or something?  I ask him, after nearly an hour.

Wow, babe, you asking me out? He responds.

Yes, I sarcastically text, I'm obviously asking you out. No, but rly, wanna go out? I'm sad n lonely here. 5 hrs. till people start coming home.

He doesn't respond until 3 minutes later.

Ok. Come out.

Wait... Why? Right after I send the text, the doorbell rings. I run to the door and open it to see Forest standing on my threshold, leaning on the doorframe.

"Hey, babe," he smirks. I playfully smack him with my not-slinged arm. I let him in and tell him that I need to change my basketball shorts and extremely oversized raggedy clothes.

I run to my room and strip my clothes and sling off. Before being able to lock my door, it flies open and I try to close the door. Something is pushing against it, something strong.

"Hey, hey, wooow, baaabe," a voice full of struggle shocks me, realizing that Forest is that something.

"Get out, I'm changing!" I push harder on the door until he takes over and pushes the door wide open. I jump back onto my bed, on turtle mode.

He lifts my hand off of my knees. I let him and I turn to him with a smile and awe.

"Baby," he immitates a voice that makes him seem like a manager trying to get his client into doing something. "You gotta open up. Let your body show."

He sits down by me, trying to make me open up. When he realizes that he can't, he suddenly kisses me. I let loose and take it in.

We depart and he locks my door. When he gets back we kiss again. As we do, he takes his hands, pressing them on both sides of me, trapping me under him. I hold his head while I set mine on my bed. He presses harder and pushes me up to the top of the bed. Then, he lowers his body closer to mine so he's on his elbows. A slight pain reaches me when his shoulder bumps into mine.