"Awh cmon Kora! You gotta get out of this house! The outside YEARNS for your presences!!" Angie pleads sending her dead weight onto my motionless body that was laying on my bed.
"URK! But where are we gonna go? What are we gonna do? " I inquire. A scoff comes from Kristina, " Its New Years Eve Kora! There are a bunch of stuff we can do! Pete told me about a party he could get us into easy on top of the fact that Angie has her own hook ups too! " a sharp sting attacks my back side caused by Angie slapping it. " Now get your little butt up and get smexy! "
By that point both Angie and Kristina had raided my closest trying to find some suitable close for out eventful evening out. I didn't have many fancy clothes, some nice tops but Angie wouldn't let me exit the house without something slightly exposed.
" OOOhhh!! What do...we have here? " Angie pulls out a black and red mid-thigh length cocktail dress from my parents bedroom down the hall. " I can't wear that Angie, its my moms. " Angie just smirks " Well tough! She isn't here! And you are, put it on. " she declares, throwing in my direction. I exhale heavily slipping off my PJs and putting on the dress. Luckily I had my mom's figure so I could pull off the dress a bit more than I had expected. " Damn Kora..." Kristina teases "You look like a million bucks in that dress. Here cmere " she motions me to come towards her and her liquid eyeliner as she makes a clean line across the top of my eyelashes " And..." She says before pulling out a stick of bright red lipstick. Before I can deny the lipstick, she was already holding my face so I looked like a fish.
" That aoughta do it! " Angie looks me down before she gets to my feet. " Shoes. " Kristina and Angie say at the same time, and scatter to my closet once more and find a decent pair of black heels. Decent.
" Now cmon lazy bones, to party land! " Kristina whirls out the front door and towards her car she had parked at the end of the driveway. The cold Chicago air hit me hard as I scampered towards her warming bug and bright headlights.
We all bundle into the car and head off towards main city, bars were hopping, people were singing drunk tunes and every clock was waiting for its chance to strike midnight. We arrive at a corner bar called The Antler Pub that seemed to be the only bar not filled with people.
" Guys, we can't drink " I say standing in the opened door. Angie exhales and grabs my hand " Who said anything about drinking? Cmon Kora, have a bit more fun. Its New Years Eve. Someone's gotta kiss those big red lips " Angie's flirt gets over on me and I let her drag me into the bar.
As we enter, the scene comes to life with neon light signs, round wooden tables scattered across the floor and a marble bar sits on the far left of the room. " This is pretty cool right? " Kristina says but I don't answer. She turns to find me domfounded. At the very end of the bar, dressed in a vest and plaid tie was Patrick. He held a glass of red wine in his hands that matched the color of his cheeks. He looked buzzed. My heart started to beat faster. Harder than it was before from nervousness. " Hey ladies! Glad you could make it!" Pete's voice readjusts my attention. He was dresses in a black suit jacket with denim jeans suiting himself and the occasion very well. Kristina was pleased to see him as he lead us to our table.
I looked at the clock, it was 11:45. Only 15 minutes til the new year and you could feel the excitement in the air. Pete goes off and brings us back some fizzy Coca-Cola©. I look back over at where Patrick was sitting and to my surprise, he had discovered I was here. With him. His eyes staring head at me, mouth agap with surprise. I match my eyes with his and feel a smile come out from my stomach. Patrick's face goes a deeper shade of red than it was before. Suddenly the room scatters towards the clock on the wall, sending me with it. The clock is only a minute from midnight, declaring the countdown to begin.
The room chants as the numbers desend.
60
59
58
57...
You can tell some of the couples are preparing themselves, including Pete and Kristina, for their New Years kiss.
39
38
37
36....
I've lost sight of Patrick and where he is, thinking maybe he had gone off to countdown with his older friends.
25
24
23
22....
The numbers get lower and lower and I begin to join the crowd. I feel someone move in the crowd, turning to see if it was Angie, who has also disappeared into the crowd, but it was who I was hoping for.
Patrick. Mr. Stump.
"Kora..." He says. His eyes wander all over me in awe.
10....9....8....7.....6
Patrick steps closer to me, placing his hands on either side of my waist.
5...4...3...
He begins to lean down towards my bright red lips. I didn't resist. I didn't want anyone else to kiss me right now. But him.
2....1.
The crowd errupts into "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" just as Patrick's lips meet mine. Softly. Warm. Meaningful. I share my first kiss of 2015 with Patrick. The sounds around me go silent only hearing the heartbeat of my heart...and Patrick's. His lips become slightly more aggressive as he continues go kiss me. Wanting me.
Before Patrick could take me to another dimention, my name being called out from somewhere in the crowd. It was Angie and Kristina looking for me. I break the kiss with Patrick, seeing his lip have changed to the same shade of red that mine were. He also hears my name being called out, but instead of letting me go, he races us towards the front door. Keeping me close to his side, we race out into 2015.
YOU ARE READING
Mr. Stump
De TodoKora has always been a good student. A good girl. Her two best friends, Angie and Kristina call her the "goody" of the group. But is Kora as good as people think when she gets involved with her history teacher, Mr. Patrick Stump?
