"Just Friends"

Chapter 24

SAM

I woke up next to Emma.

Her shoulder was bare and followed by the white blanket. Her hair stretched without any specific order, laid on the pillow. The look in her face expressed peace.
I noticed the length and curve of her lashes. They were outstanding. She was outstanding.

That's when it hit me. My skin was thrilling. I had this shaking sensation all over me.
What was I thinking? I met this girl yesterday.

I took my hand out and placed it delicately on her arm. It was placed under the pillow, leaving almost half of it on the outside.
Before I knew it I was drawing lines. Coming back and forth, caressing her skin. I felt ridiculous.
Her eyes slowly opened and she glanced at me with the brightest smile.

"Hey.." she mumbled. Her sleepy voice was crazy adorable. Raw, yet soft and sweet. I couldn't believe this was possible.
"Hey," I said back.
She took her time sitting. She grabbed the blanket and covered her naked body with it, only shoulders and clavicles showing.
"I really like you," I told her.
Her face lit up and she turned to me. "I really like you too," a smile showed up on her face.
"We should keep seeing each other," I continued.
"Oh, we're seeing each other now?" she mocked me, bumping my shoulder.
"Yeah," I went on with the mood, "we are."
"We are?" she giggled.
"Yes!"
"I don't think we are," she said with her lips shaped to a straight line, while her eyes glowed resembling a smile.
"Fuck you!" I said and jumped over her. Tickled her as she tried to get away from it; the cutest giggles I heard coming from her.
I stopped, and that very same second, sexual tension cut the air like a knife. I was on top of her and her eyes were set on mine, as she bit her lip.
Before I knew it, she was leaning up and dropping a small kiss on my lips. I smirked.

Suddenly we were straight up making out.
Don't ask me how we got there, cause I ain't know shit.
All I know is that from one minute to the other, she was sitting on my lap and I was sucking her neck.

But then I remembered yesterday was a Thursday. That meant today was Friday. That meant I had school; which I was probably crazy late for.

I let go of her and looked at her with a face that read oops. She caught on and pouted.
"No..."
"Yes," I replied.
"Noo..."
"Yes."
"Don't go to school! School is ridiculous! I can teach you everything you need to know."
She opened her arms and showed me around, as if we where in a library and she was a genius, laughing.

"I can't."
"Stay," she begged.
And by begged I mean she pulled out the card.
She bit her lip, stared at me in awe.
It simply wasn't fair.
"Fuck you. You can't look at me like that when I have to go. I can't go if you look at me like that."
"Then don't," she grinned.

I rolled my eyes and got up to put on my underwear. "I hate you."
"You really don't tho'," I heard her say as I slipped in some jeans she said she'd borrow me yesterday. I looked back and bit my lip.
"I really don't," I chuckled and grabbed her face. Kissed her. Deep. Tongue-deep. Ten seconds-deep. Bit her lower lip-deep.

And then I simply moved away from the bed. Grabbed the dress I wore yesterday and put it on, then tucked it under the jeans as I could. I could picture her face. "Now you do," I mumbled with a grin on my face.
She sighed. "Okay, but I'm picking you up from school. It's not a question, it's a statement. I am."
I couldn't have been gladder to hear her say that.