Chapter 20

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After school we drive straight to the pond. I jump out and walk over to him. He has a smirk on his face and he lifts an eyebrow at me. I run as fast as I can, but he is faster. He grabs me around the waist and throws me over his shoulder. I am laughing uncontrollably.

"Stop. Put. Me. Down," I manage to say in between laughs.

He finally puts me down still laughing. Then his lips are suddenly on mine and all the laughing stops. He pulls me up onto my toes. My hands are in his hair. His hand draws a line down my body until it reaches my leg. He then grabs my leg and wraps it around him, pulling me closer to him. I wish we could stay like this forever, but he pulls away.

"We have homework we need to do," he says.

"Okay," I say.

We spend the afternoon doing our art project. Then we get the rest of our homework done. By the time we finish, it's dark. At least I got all of tomorrow's homework done. Then he drives me home and we both get out of the car.

He walks over to me and says,"Goodnight."

"Goodnight," I say.

Then he kisses me. The kiss is sweet and nice. The kiss ends and I head into the house. When I get inside I pull out Jacob's letter for what I decide will be the last time. I think I am finally, really over him. I guess I'm with Mason now even though we never really made it official. We just kind of clicked, but so did Jacob and I. The two are so different. Mason is playful and kind of a bad boy. But he isn't a bad boy. He doesn't do any bad things and he respects me, I can tell he cares about me. He is also really artistic and kind. On the other hand Jacob is romantic. He would always kiss me on the cheek and make me blush. He is an amazing dancer and he loves nature just like me. He also said he loves me. I bet he is getting along fine right now. He has probably moved on. Why am I even thinking about this? It's not like I have to choose between the two, Jacob's gone. I guess this is really about if I'm ready to be with Mason and I am. I really like him. I don't even read Jacob's letter. I put it away and don't take out again.

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