Framing Our Forever

Chapter 13 - Strange Teachers Shouldn't Leave Crazy Hormone Teenagers Alone

"Lauren, Matt's here!" Clarissa yelled from downstairs. Well duh, I saw him pull up.

I smoothed my dress out and put final touches onto my lip gloss. I had to look cute, I mean I am running for princess, right?

"You look cute today Lauren," Ellie said as she walked past my room.

"Why thank you," I said curtsying. "I absolutely love your princess dress! You're so cute!"

"I know."

Well then. I though Sierra was sassy.

"Hey," he said with a smile. I replied with a hello and walked up to him and he put his arm around my waist. "Do you want a ride Clarissa?"

"Uh, no I'll take my car. Leave you two lovebirds alone," Clarissa replied and left the room.

"Ready?" I asked slipping out of Matt's grip and playfully punched his abs, which were rock solid, just for your information.

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"I don't get how you listen to this crap," I said changing the radio station.

"Like this shit's any better," he commented.

"Excuse me? EDM music is way better than any rock, do you know how skilled you have to be to make a good EDM track?" I exclaimed. No one insults my music.

"Oh gosh, here we go again with the EDM speech," Matt groaned.

"Shut up!" I said rolling my eyes.

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Slamming my locker door, I was faced with Matt who was smirking.

"What?" I asked confused.

"I like this dress," he said.

"You only like it because it's tight and short," I replied raising my eyebrows.

"Maybe," he said wrapping his arms around me.

Giggling, my hands went around his neck and I pressed our lips together. We didn't stop kissing until Alex cleared her throat.

"Yeah, you're kinda making out over my locker," she said awkwardly.

"Sorry," I said my hand somewhat covering my mouth as I scooted away.

"It's fine. Would you guys like a condom?" She asked.

"I think we're fine," I said. I could feel the heat rushing towards my cheeks.

"Besides I've already got some," Matt commented and my mouth shot open. "Don't be surprised sweetheart."

"Don't call me that."

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Matt and I were together the rest of the day, we pretty much made out every chance we got. Right now we were in our last period, Calculus.

"No canoodling scholars," Mr. Westley said looking over at Matt and I. Mr. Westley was a strange teacher, he taught purposely with chalkboards and talked in weird accents and had puppets. Believe it or not, he's married and has a kid who's a sophomore in college this year.

"Sorry," I apologized. Calculus came easy to me so I always finished my class before even half the class was over, so the rest of the time I either cuddled with Matt or talked with Alex or any other girl that's part of our group.

Matt's hand slowly went from my lower thigh to my very upper thigh, and I let out a small shriek.

"Detention, Matt and Lauren," Mr. Westley said with a weirded out look on his face. He probably saw Matt's hand on my well, you know.

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"Okay, so I have to run some errands, Mr. Cerene is right next door, so don't do anything bad," Mr. Sanders said and left the classroom.

As soon as the door closed, Matt's lips connected with mine.

"You're crazy," I laughed.

"Crazy for you," he said in between kisses on my neck and I let out a small moan.

"Stop, I don't wanna go too far," I said pushing him away.

"Sorry," he apologized and he intertwined our fingers.

"It's okay."

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