That smile he shows just for me

Chapter thirteen

I look at him a bit weary. He just sits there, waiting for a response.
"I-" then I stop talking. I want to kiss him but I don't really have the confidence to initiate something like that.
"Or I can kiss you?" He smiles.
Then he gets really close. Like REALLY close. Noses touching, his hand on my cheek, while the other hangs awkwardly in the air. I sit up on my knees and take a deep breath inward.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks softly.
I nod.
And then his lips are on mine. It's soft, not moving. Then he puts both hands on my face and I grab the collar of his shirt.
Things get heated very fast.
Eyes closed, loud breathing, and him tugging me further.
So I sit on his lap. Resting my legs on either side of his thighs.
Goddamn.
His hands go down to my waist and rubs the area.
Then we stop. My hands on his face, his on my hips. Knees still on the ground but my ass is risen, forehead against his.
"You're so pretty." He whispers.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"Yeah."
Then his hands grab the back of my thighs. I don't know how far he plans on this going but I dont think I can do much. My anxiety is at an all time high right now.
Then my phone goes off. I get off his lap and pull out my phone.
It's a text from Justin.
Where are you??????
I quickly text him back. On my way home now.
"I've got to go. Sorry." I stand up and grab my bag.
We head downstairs without saying anything but before I get out the door he grabs my hand, making me turn around to face him.
He gives me a quick peck on the lips, smiling after.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" He asks.
"Yeah." My shocked face goes away and I smile. "See you tomorrow."
Then I'm heading home.
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I walk through the door with a ridiculous smile on my face.
"Bout time you get back." Justin sits on the couch watching whatever the fuck is on.
"It's-" I check the time. "5:30. Calm down."
"Where you with your boyfriend?" He gets up and follows me to our room.
"He's not my boyfriend."
"But that's who you were with wasn't it?"
"Why do you suddenly care? Is it because I was with a guy?" I look at him.
He just sits on his bed and I sit on mine.
"I just don't get it."
"Well you don't have to get it." I snap back.
"You wonder why people pick on you, but you go around fucking guys in the hallway and you aren't even attractive."
"Wow. Thanks." I scoff. "I'm not having this conversation right now." I walk off and go into the bathroom for a shower.
My own brother makes fun of my looks.
I look in the mirror.
And I hate what I see.