do you remember...

9

'Stop moving.' I say annoyed at Jordy who keeps turning his head to look at me.

It's been a week since the party and everything was going great.

I'd hung out with the whole group a lot more and I persuaded them to let me invite Cass along.

Jordy and I were currently watching watching Friends as we did every morning before we had to go to school.

He comes over everyday at seven just in time to say hi to my mum before she leaves for work.

We were currently in my room and we had fifteen minutes before we had to leave the house. He was lying in front of me in a black t-shirt and black sweatpants.

I propped up a couple pillows behind me so I could sit behind him making it easier for me to play with his hair.

My bare legs were wrapped around his lower stomach with his hands comfortingly moving up and down my thighs.

'Why do you have to do this.' He complains leaning his head back onto my stomach to look at me.

I move his head back up roughly, 'stop fussing I'm just braiding your hair.'

'I'm not going to school like this.' He looks back at the screen and I feel him squint his eyes and I hear him grunt.

'Are you okay, do you have a headache?' I ask finishing off the last braid and tying it with an elastic band, now pulling his head back onto my stomach so I can look in his eyes.

They were read and looked sore.

'Are you high?' I question him disapprovingly.

'No, but I'd like to be knowing we have French first period.'

'Why are your eyes red, did you sleep last night?' I continue interrogating him hold his face down with both hands.

'I dropped my contacts this morning and I couldn't find anymore so my eyes just hurt a bit from straining them to see things.' He explained.

'You wear glasses?' I asked schooled that I hadn't noticed before, and also finding myself heat up at the idea of Jordy wearing glasses. It was kinda hot.

'No I wear contacts, glasses look weird on me.' He rolls his eyes at me playfully.

I couldn't help but feel a small wet patch growing in my pants at how close he was to me and at the thought of him in glasses.

Gosh what's wrong with you Sylvia? You're turned on my fucking glasses?

'Hey do you have gum?' I say now letting go of him.

'I thought you'd never ask.' He smirks up at me playfully.

'Haha i was hoping you could chew it before before you killed me.' I smiled at him innocently.

'It's in the big pocket of my bag.' He chuckles.

'Thank you.' I say pulling out the 'you' and and getting off his bed to his bag.

I cover his bag with my body while I go into the smaller pocket hoping to find a pair of glasses.

When I do I put them on and turn to look at him.

'Please wear them.' I bat my eyelashes at him.

'No.'

'Please.'

'No.'

And we continued like this all throughout the morning, until we finally reached school and he wore them just because 'he couldn't take hearing me be so well mannered' whatever that meant.