Smells Like Lavender

Chapter 17

Lavender

He walked behind me in the crowd.

Maybe the dress had been a bit much.

Why did I let big sister talk me into this?

The way he had looked at me when he first saw me outside had made me want to hide.

I must've blushed horribly.

And then that kiss.

And him claiming me.

And him in general.

So many different emotions arise and curl into a ball in my chest every time he kisses me.

And the way he holds me.

He holds onto me gently, like I might break if he's too rough.

The kisses we share are definitely something else.

They're just so....different.

A good different

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Justin

I made sure to shield her when she got her books from her locker.

Yes I heard the whispers.

Do they go out?

He's awfully possessive.

I don't know. What's that on her wrist.

It's honestly kind of hot.

Why her?

I couldn't even answer some of these questions myself so I ignored them, just glad she couldn't hear them.

We walked hand-in-hand to first period.

Our teacher had pushed the desk into pairs and assigned new seats.

Since Lavender and I were the first to arrive she simply pointed out our seats.

Which were across the room from each other.

I still sat next to Lavender.

When the rest of the class started to arrive she called people to their seats one by one.

"Mr. Sanders. Your seat is right here." She said.

"No thank you." I said.

"I'm not in the mood to play these games with you." She said.

"I could say the same to you." I said. "You split us up on purpose."

"He just wants to sit by his girlfriend." I heard someone murmur.

"Damn right." I responded.

That caused the activity of the class to escalate.

Then someone screamed.

"Everyone, Quiet!" The teacher shouted over everything.

The quick silence was eerie.