I'm In Love With A Rebel

What's That?

After Jesse and I studied, we walked to my house, which probably wasn't the best idea, considering I was still in a cast. "Meet me upstairs," I whispered to Jesse and smiled. I walked through the front door.
"Rebecca Donaldson! Where have you been?!" My Mom asked me.
"Whaddaya mean? I left a message on the answering machine. I said that I was gonna study with Helen at the mall." Which we did, but I failed to tell her that I was studying with Jesse, too. "Didn't you get it?"
"I haven't checked the machine." Mom checked the messages. Finally, mine came.
"Hi. Whoever hears this first, tell Mom or Dad that I'm studying with Helen at the mall. Thank you, bye-bye!"
I crossed my arms and looked at my mother.
"Sorry."
"Hmm. When's dinner?"
"It's gonna be a little later, sweetie. 7:00."
I looked at the wall clock. 6:15. "Perfect. I can squeeze in some reading!" Even though I had only had the crutches for a few days, I had become very good at going up the stairs by myself. I got to my room and my eyes got huge when I saw Jesse looking at the pictures of him.
"Pete was right; you really are obsessed with me." He turned around and smiled.
I shrugged and sat down on the bed. "Are you mad or freaked out or something?"
"Or something. It's kinda cute." He sat next to me. We talked about each other for about three minutes, then we started kissing.
I broke the kiss, suddenly thinking of something. "Jesse, what if we get caught?"
"We won't get caught."
"How do you know?"
"Just trust me, okay?" He smirked a little.
"....okay...."
Jesse and I repeated the kisses we shared from Saturday, I think it was..
We talked and kissed till Connie knocked on the door. "Yo, Beckster!"
"Mmm!" I broke away from the kiss. "Just a minute!" I signaled Jesse to go.
He nodded, kissed me quickly, then went out the window.
I went over to the door and opened it. "Mom wants you to help as much as you can to set the table."
"'Kay." I walked out and Connie helped me down the stairs. Honestly, going down the stairs is much is much easier cause you can slide your crutches down and butt scoot down, too.
*****
"Hey, Becky, what's that on your neck?" Jessie asked me during dinner.
I looked up from my salad. "What?"
"That thing on your neck. You've got something on your upper lip, too."
Connie handed me her compact mirror. I blushed when I saw what she was talking about. "Oh, well, they're, um, bruises, you know."
"Bruises? From what?" Mom asked.
"From what? Oh, well..." my whole family was staring at me. "Well, I was opening one of those old-timey bottles with the corks—"
"Like a wine bottle?" Frankie asked me.
"Yeah! I was opening a wine bottle for Dad, and I hit myself on the lip."
"Whaddabout your neck?" Corky questioned, chewing his pork.
"Well... Helen was trying to get the top off of those little ice cream cups, y'know? And she hit me accidentally."
"You're accident prone, aren't you?" Daphne took a sip of her drink.
"Oh. Well, I dunno about that..." That was some of the quickest lying I had ever done. Even though I had never had a hickey in my entire life, I recognized them right away. Lucky for me, make up was invented; so tomorrow at school, no one would be hounding me for answers. Or so I thought..