*Jane Doe's POV*
His lips on mine. They were great and I seemed to not be able to get enough. His lip ring got tangled in my spider bites as I started to pull away.
"Jane," he winced as his lip ring attached to mine.
"Sorry," I started to try untangle him with my finger.
"Here," he used his tongue and unattached himself. I blushed slightly and he started feeling my sides up and down with his hands. I laughed a little and held onto his hands. "Never would've thought."
"Thought what?" I smiled.
"Me and the nerd. The bad boy and the nerd," he smirked. Here this goes, I'm not a nerd. I wish he knew that. Knew me, the Jane Doe. Not this.
"Yeah," I looked away and climbed off his lap.
"I didn't offend you..did I? I didn't mean to Jane, I-" I cut him off.
"It's fine. I'm used to being the 'Nerd'. Everyone says it, it's fine." I sighed.
"Today was fun, despite all the drama and in and outs. I had a great time hanging with you, Jane" he changed the subject, obviously knowing I didn't want to talk about it.
"I did too. I'll see you at school tomorrow yeah?" I smiled and started opening my door.
"Most certainly," he smiled. "See you around."
"Bye," I smiled and started getting out of the car.
"Wait, Jane." he held up my shirt, smirking.
"Oh, thanks," I laughed and grabbed my shirt and put it on. "That would've been an awkward conversation with my mom."
"I could see you trying to explain that kiss," he laughed.
"We don't mention it, to anyone." I noted, laughing and got out of the car.
"Bye Jane!" he called as I waved and walked into the house.
Long day.
*Harry's POV*
She waved and got in her house. I kissed The Nerd. The Bad Boy has a thing for/with The Nerd. Damn, that's backwards as hell.
I laughed to myself and turned on the radio, Blink-182. I blasted it and sang, air drummed, air guitar, and air bass to the song with Mark and Tom and Scotty. The song ended with a long drum solo, nailed it.
I parked my car in the driveway. "WHAMMY!" I laughed. I'm a boss ass bitch. Just kidding. I got out of the car and walked inside. I sat on the couch next to the stuff Jane folded. Then something hit my leg and I jumped. A phone? Oh fuck Jane!
I typed my number in and saved it then called myself so I had her number. Guy tricks 101. I went back to my car and drove back to her house. I parked on the curb and carried the phone to the front door and rang the bell.
Hopefully someone will come to the door at 1:37...
Just as I was running out of hope when a lady, who I'm guessing is Jane's mother, came to the door. She opened it and looked at me.
"Boy are you lost?" she laughed.
"No, I found Jane's phone. Is Jane here?"
"She's in the shower, you can come in?" she opened the door to a nice entry room with a decorative rug and chandelier. Cream color paint and wooden floors with an antique coat hanger. Damn.
"Sure," I stepped in.
"You can wait in here," she lead me to the living room which had nice leather couches and a leather love seat, where I chose to sit down in and might I add...it comfy as fuck. Creamy carpet with matching walls with nice paintings on the wall and a glass coffee table. I thanked her and waited in silence on the love seat.
