Passion

Evan

There was no reason for any of us to actually come today. The whole point of today is to just say our goodbyes and clean lockers.

I walked down the hallway to my homeroom. It was just as crowded as the hallways. Some people were standing and others were just sitting at their desk, waiting to be freed. I took a seat beside one of the girls I ate lunch with the whole year. I smiled at her before taking my phone out.

"You wore that for the last day of school." She whispered in my ear.

This bitch did not! I kept calm and just nodded my head yes. She didn't say anything else and just minded her own damn business. I glanced at her, noticing what she was wearing. A yellow crop top covered up with a gray zip up and shorts with sandals. I know she is not talking! This is why I don't like the last day of school. Or the first. Or any other day.

"Okay class! Line up to go clean lockers and then head outside to the soccer field." Our advisor said. What am I suppose to do outside?

We all did as told. My locker was all the way down the hall, near the office. I had to walk over there, again. The hall soon was flooded by cheerful teenagers, again. Once I got to my locker, I squatted down and turned my lock to the right combination. Yes, I have a bottom locker and some dude has the top locker.

I didn't really have anything, just trash. I dumped everything and started heading outside.

"Hey!" Someone nudge my elbow once I was outside. I looked over and saw my one dearest friend, Evan. He wasn't my dearest friend but he was the closest thing I have to a friend. He was my white close-to-being friend.

I smiled at him as we walked down the steps to the soccer field. "Are you excited?" He asked.

"For what? The day to end? Because yes." I tried to act sad about the whole last day of school.

"Yeah, but I'm throwing a party. Did you not get my text?" I shook my head no and he kept going about his "party of the summer". This was his last year of high school and as these things go, most graduating senors are throwing parties. Evan actually throws some decent parties. I have met really nice people at his parties but they are much older than us.

Evan put his arm around my shoulder as we walked across the field to a group of his friends. Evan and I aren't dating. It's more of a friends-with-benefit type of thing. We try not to catch feelings.

We were there for a couple of minutes before a group of girls walked over to us. It was the girls I ate lunch with.

"Hey guys!" One of the girls exclaimed. This group of girls were only Hispanics and Latinas. The bitchy ones, too. Evan friends said hey and got back to their conversation about what cars their parents were going to buy them next.

"Lets go over there, Luna." Evan leaned down and whispered in my ear, his lips hovering over it. His actions made the hairs on my skin stand up. In a good way.

Before I knew it he was dragging me by my hand towards the gym where no one could actually see us. Some teachers here could careless about what we do or where we are during school hours.

He gently pushed me against the brick wall, leaving a trail of sloppy wet kisses down my neck. When he took his lips off of my skin, the wind blew on my neck causing a small moan to slip out of my lips, sending waves of chills through my body.

He pulled away and looked at my torso for a split second before kissing me again. "I love it when you wear my clothes." He mumbled in between kisses. He lifted my body so my legs would be wrapped around his waist. Like I said before, we aren't dating.