My Freshmen Year and Its Secrets

Chapter 9: More Kisses & Not The Chocolate Kind

AN: I am so sorry. I had to build up a lot of courage to write more and add on to this book. But, I have to keep on going! :)

It has been a week since Lyle and I have had our first kiss and I cannot be happier. It's nearly October and I'm just so happy. Whenever I see Lyle, my heart flutters. I blush every time I think of his lips on mine. How soft they felt. I often traced my own, wondering when I would feel his lips on my own again. However, his lips had nothing to do with the Crusades. Focusing on my school work was what I should be doing, but, of course, I am day dreaming. Again. I was hoping my dreams would become a reality, seeing as how there was a football game that night and I insured that my boy toy would be attending.

I sigh and thought about his kiss again but jump when I hear the final bell ring. I quickly grab my junk and sprint to the bus.

I hop out of my dads car, pulling my big winter jacket around me. I made sure I looked fab today. I wore a shirt that complemented my two sisters ;), straightened my hair the way Lyle liked it, applied my favorite eyeliner to my tightline and waterline, and threw on my size 0 jeggins. Lets just say, I checked out my booty before I left and it was on fire.

However, the weather was not hot at all. It felt like it was 10 degrees outside. Really freaking cold. Waaay too cold for princess Me! Suddenly, strong arms wrap around me. I smile as Lyle puts his chin on my shoulder, brushing my hair out of the way.

"Hey." I can hear the smile in his voice and I instantly imagine his lips on mine. Again. And I turn super red. Again.

"Hiyah. " I say, clearing my throat after I squeak out a reply. Lyle ruffles my hair, messing up my hard work.

"Ehhhh... Lyle! " I complain, attempting to fix my hair.

"You look fine, peasant. " He said, poking my nose as he spoke and then grabbing my hand and pulling me into a dark corner.

"Where are we going? " I asked, my heart beating so loudly that I almost thought the whole world could hear it.

"Back here. Duh." He said.

I narrowed my eyes. "You better not be trying to rob me. Or rape me. I will scream." Lyle only laughed and shook his head.

he then turned towards me and stared into my eyes. Like. Deeply. I felt like he was looking into my soul. And I'm not sure if I liked it. I pride myself on my amazing acting skills. If I'm sad, I can hide it very well. I can go a whole day without someone noticing I'm mad at them, or upset with something. I just don't like feeling vulnerable, that's all. Having my emotions plastered on my face all day makes me vulnerable. Acting like I'm extremely happy and hyper all day can be tiring, but it's worth it.

So. I didn't really know if I liked this boy making me vulnerable. I was praying that he didn't know that I was upset. Lyle scanned my face and then smiled. Which is good. He couldn't tell that I had been crying.

He leaned down and kissed me gently, wrapping his arms around my waist. My arms automatically slung around his neck. He looked into my eyes again. I began to worry again. Don't notice.... please don't.

I stood on my tippy toes to kiss him again. This time, I looked into his eyes, reading him. Reading emotions and personalities is one of the things I'm good at. That, and American History. I glanced into his eyes and into his heart. I could tell he was happy. Excited. Anxious. I smiled. God, his eyes are so beautiful. A golden brown. Almost hazel. But not. His eyes sparkled brighter than any I have ever seen before.

I cleared my throat, "Um. We should probably head into the stadium..."

Lyle let me go and coughed into his hand, "Um. Yeah." and then he smiled at me.

I walked into the stadium a solid 15 minutes late. Lyle turned to talk to his friends while I went to find mine. I spotted Anna and Kimberley, looking slightly pissed.

"Where were you?? You told us you got here forever ago and you walk in now? " Anna asked, her hands on her hips, eyebrows slightly raised.

I couldn't hold back my giggles as I said, "Ummmmm. Ya know... Hanging out with Lyle..." Anna relaxed her shoulders a bit.

Kimberley smiled at me and teased, "Does that mean kissing Lyle?"

I felt my smile widen as I said, "Maybe..."

I felt strong arms wrap around me, spinning me around and heard Lyle's voice saying "Don't move or I will kill you." I laughed while everyone around us stared. Lyle put me down and stuck his hands in my coat pockets.

I noticed Adam talking to some people and smiled at him but my smile quickly faded. I could read Adams face better than anyone else's. His face said, no, screamed pain and jealousy. But, as soon as he noticed my glance, he perked up and waved to me. I tried to get another glimpse at his face, but Lyle had turned me around and kissed my forehead. I tried to forget Adams hurt face and focused on having fun.

We won the game, of course, and Lyle kissed. e as they shot off the fireworks while my friends awed at us. It was an almost perfect night, except Adams face kept haul ting me. I continued to ask. myself, "Katrina. What have you done now? "