The Game

7

Kyah

"Come on Dante." I said laughing. We were sneaking into my window. My parents had guest downstairs and I didn't want to speak to them or have Dante meeting them. They were leaving tomorrow and I guess they want to associate with their so called friends.

"Hold on." He whispered yelled. I was in my room pulling him up. He was heavy.

I pulled him in and we both fell on the floor laughing.

"You're heavy." I said trying to push him off me. But he could not stop laughing. His laugh is so cute, it makes me laugh.

He finally calmed down and lift hiself up. He looked at me and we were still on the floor. He brushed a piece of hair from my face and leaned down. His lips soon made contact with mine. His lips were so soft and I just couldn't get enough of them. I wrapped my arms around his kneck and deepened the kiss. His tongue entered my mouth and it was like our tongues were at war. I pulled away slightly pulling on his bottom lip.

He looked at me with a smile in his face and I smiled back. He got up and helped me up. We sat on the bed looking at each other.

"Dante." I said.

"Yea." He answered.

"Tell me about yourself." I said.

"What you want to know?" He asked.

"Family. Anything." I said.

"My parents aren't like other parents. My life is different and I'm not really happy about it." He told me.

"What you mean?" I asked. He took his phone out and looked at it.

"I got to go. I'll call you later." He kissed my cheek and quickly left back out the window. I sat there thinking what is it that I'm doing? If I even want to go through with this. My emotions cannot get involved so I just pushed them to the back of my head as I laid back on the bed.

Dante

I hurried up and rushed home. My brother texted me and told me that my father was looking for me. When he's looking for me that is never a good sign.

I turned the car off and grabbed my bag before getting out. I unlocked the front door and walked in. I tried to creep upstairs but I was caught.

"Dante. Come here." My father said. I walked into the living room where he was sitting watching TV.

"Wh- Yes." I cut myself short than what I really wanted to say.

"Where were you?" He asked looking at me. His stare was real intense. It made me feel uneasy.

"I was with my friend. His father has a business degree and he was just giving me advice on business if that's what I want to do." I lied. It was the only one I could think of. I just hope he believes me.

"Oh. Alright." He said dismissing me. I went upstairs letting out a low sigh of relief.