Not So Unwilling

Not So Unwilling: Chapter Thirty Five

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Chapter Thirty Five

                After we were done making out on the dance floor, Tim leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Do you wanna get outta here?"

                I laughed and tugged on his hair. "Yeah, let's go."

                Tim took my hand in his and led me through the crowd. He gave like a million people high fives and fist bumps as we weaved through, trying to make it outside. Everyone wanted to talk to him because he was, after all, the king of the school, the star athlete, the guy with everything. But, I was the only one in the entire school who knew that Tim had weaknesses.  His life was far from perfect.

                We finally got outside where people were TPing the neighbor's houses and some couples were having heavy make out sessions on the grass and others were just lying on the front lawn passed out from being so drunk. We walked to the Mustang and got inside. I was glad to get away. Parties like that kind of made me wary. So many girls are raped at them.

                Tim started the engine and started driving out of the neighborhood. "So where do you want to go?"

                "I dunno," I said, playing with Tim's Ipod and putting on I Just Wanna Run by Downtown Fiction, "Wherever you wanna go."

                "Why don't we just go back to my house?"

                "Sure," I said, tapping my fingers on my thigh to the beat. When we got out of the development, Tim rested his hand on my thigh and squeezed.

                I swatted his hand away. "Keep both hands on the wheel," I scolded him.

                He pouted and took his hand away. "But I like touching you."

                I laughed and poked him in the shoulder. "You're weird."

                "I'm weird because I like to touch my girlfriend?" I shivered when he said the word girlfriend. I was still not used to the whole girlfriend boyfriend thing with Tim Lenoir. I mean who would have ever thought he would want to commit to one girl? And that that girl was me.

                I laughed again and rested my hand on his upper thigh, almost at the spot where it would be deemed inappropriate. "Not when you're driving her around, babe."

                Tim glanced at me through the side of his eye. "Don't move your hand from that spot unless you want me to crash into a pole and kill us both."

                I giggled and stoked my thumb over the silky fabric of his red basketball shorts. My Chick Bad by Ludacris came on over the speakers and I belted out the lyrics all the way to Tim's house/castle.

                When we got there, I quickly sent a text to Lauren saying that I had left the party and was with Tim at his house and then texted my mom and said that I was chilling with Lauren and would keep her posted as to whether I was going to sleepover at Laur's house or I was coming home. Lauren texted me back an okay and a winky face and my mom sent me back a k and an ilu.

                Tim led me into his house through the back door and took me through a secret passageway that led up into his bedroom. When we got into his huge, suite bedroom I jumped face first on his silk bed and buried my face into the pillows. The bed smelled like Tim.