Thought She Meant The World To Me

Chapter XVII

The date.

All night, even into the early hours of morning I spent researching, planning and calling so that this night will be perfect. I have it all planned out, but I'm not sure how exactly it's going to go. However, I have a pretty good outline. The school day was lame I barely even talked to anyone I was so busy going over each detail in my head.

"Hi." I say with a small smile. Taking what seems to be my new seat: at the end of the row, next to Vic.

"Hey!" Mike says, reaching over and slapping my shoulder. Vic smiles at me but I'm honestly exhausted so I just wave and take out my books.

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Mike and I spend all of lunch making study notes.

"Why are we doing this again?" Mike asks for the 50th time I swear.

"Because I'm at my cottage all weekend so this is the only time we have to make a study sheet for the test on monday. We both know you won't do it on the weekend."

"Yeah, you're right."

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"Tay, I'm exhausted. I'm going to head home and take a nap. Cover for me?" I plead. Physically taking her hand and making the sweetest eyes I can muster up.

She sighs and rolls her eyes. "You're lucky I'm a nice person. I'll erase your absence don't worry."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I exclaim swinging my bag over my shoulder and rushing out of the room.

The minute, no, second, I get home I instantly crash on my bed and pass out.

After a few hours of sleep I wake up to my alarm clock. Time to get ready.

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I pull up to Vic's house in a light blue Volkswagen convertible Beetle I borrowed from Alan. Time to get rolling. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves as I raise my hand.

"Hi." Vic says rushing out the door past me before I can knock.

"Whoa someone's excited." I say spinning and following him down their driveway.

"Shush. I'm supposed to be going to Oliver's house to study." He says.

"Who's Oliver?" I ask, running in front of him to open the passenger door.

"Thanks. And just a guy from school." He explains. I close the door and rush to my side. Starting up the car.

"Before we do anything. I have one rule." He says, before putting his seatbelt on. "No kissing."

"What!?" I ask in shock. Kissing's like my favourite thing ever.

"Not on the lips at least." He clarifies.

"Whyyy?" I moan, not at all wanting to follow his stupid rule.

"I don't know. I just think that kissing it from the heart. This relationship's more..."

"From the dick." I finish for him.

He laughs and clicks in his seatbelt. "That's one way to put it."

"What can I say? I'm pretty frickin' fabulous."

He laughs and looks around outside the windows. "So where exactly are you taking me?"

"That's for me to know. And for you to figure out without me." I quote him.

"Oh frick off." He says jokingly.

"I'd rather just fuck you." I say, nonchalantly.

"Wow. Confident much."

"Well when you think with your dick it'll lead to that. That's something I know from experience." I say, winking at him.

"Do you now?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"You didn't think I was virgin, did you?"

"I think I learned that within the first five seconds of meeting you." He scoffs. "I just didn't exactly imagine you thinking with your dick."

"So you picture stuff about my dick?" I laugh. "You naughty boy!"

"Ugh, you know what I mean."

"Well yeah. You picture me naked, with a huge ass shlong." I snort.

He shakes his head laughing. "You're trouble..."

"And you're horny." I snort. He laughs but I notice a slight shaking in his hands and tapping of his foot. He's nervous. I smirk at the thought of having this effect on him. I love when someone's so into you it's hard for them to breathe in your presence; it makes me feel wanted. Even needed. "Relax."

"I am relaxed."

"Good." I say. I don't want to start another fight with him about knowing too much when 'I don't know him'.

"Can you give me hint on what we're doing?" He asked looking intensely out the window.

"Nope."

"Why not?" He whines.

"Because I wanna surprise you." I say.

"I'm not easily surprised."

"You will be this time. Trust me." I say. Those last two words seemed to echo in the silence afterwards.

Trust me.

Trust me.

Trust me.