The VLC - Adelaide

Life Now

"I can't believe we won't have class together anymore." I grabbed Gavin's hand and pulled him towards me. To say I had an obsession would have been an understatement. Since returning from winter break, we stole every minute possible to be together throughout the day. When Gavin would try to kiss me in public I discovered that PDA wasn't really my thing. He was only a little hurt when I pushed him, gently, away from me each time he leaned in. This meant finding hidden corners, and private moments. It also meant I was more willing to skip class with him.

"I know. I am going to be jealous all day, jealous of every single guy in all of your classes. I won't get to watch you walk in and break into a sudden smile when you see me. How will I know you still like me without seeing that smile?" He was being extra sappy, intentionally. I laughed. "See, that is what I mean. They are taking away a whole hour of your laughter."

"Don't worry, I will be fifteen in two months. Then we can hang out publicly, after school. Until then, we will just have to eat a lot of donuts." I smirked, and Gavin grabbed my chin. Tipping it up, he gave me a quick kiss.

"Two months is a very long time. We will need a lot of donuts."

On Thursday, we didn't quite make it to coffee. Gavin parked the car outside the donut shop and leaned over to kiss me. It was just supposed to be a brief kiss before heading into the cafe. He unbuckled his belt and put his hand on my cheek. "You're beautiful." He gently pressed his lips to mine and my head went spinning. Unfortunately, Gavin felt my reaction and instead of backing away pulled me even closer. His hands slid down my waist as he continued to kiss me. I felt the seatbelt give way as he unclicked it. His kissing became more urgent and I responded equally.

"I have to get you out of that seat." With seemingly superhuman strength he lifted me up and onto his lap. My arms went around his neck and his around my waist. My anxiety mixed with excitement at this new interaction. I couldn't help thinking about my inexperience. I was nervous. But, Gavin was not. He was confident, and knew what he was doing. He slipped his hands under my sweatshirt and rubbed the small of my back. My body was on fire. I leaned back taking Gavin with me, and blasted the car horn.

"Crap!" I shouted jolting up, hitting my head on the ceiling and ultimately collapsing back into Gavin. He was laughing. "It'sn't funny. I may have a concussion."

"Oh, Addy..." He pulled my head towards him and lightly kissed the top. "You are so dramatic." Looking out the windshield behind me, he said "We'd better go. The owner just came outside. I assume to see what is going on. I don't think she likes the idea of two teenagers making out in her parking lot." With a swift movement Gavin lifted me back up and placed me into the passenger seat. I tried to catch my breath, letting the rush of nerves wear off. "Maybe we should just find a quiet spot tomorrow, where we won't be interrupted." His eyes were heavy and I could tell he was still thinking about kissing me, or maybe other more intimate things. Too fast, was all I could think. In a matter of days, it seemed things had progressed quickly. I didn't feel like the same girl who moved to California just six months before. I knew my parents would be horrified if they found out I was dating Gavin. I couldn't imagine what they would do if they knew I was skipping class to make out with him in the parking lot. The worst part, was that I didn't care. I just wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.

We did not find a "quiet spot" the next day. In fact, we attended all of our classes. Mostly that was because it was the final day of the semester, and we had exams, but I was also a little afraid about the "quiet spot," and what might happen there. Spending as much time with him as possible, did not translate into taking things much farther than they already were. For goodness sake, I had only had my first kiss four weeks before.

Is it strange that I like to dress up even for Valentines Day? I always wear something red. This year I chose a red scarf made of sheer light fabric. They say, blondes look better in red. Besides, I knew Gavin liked me in red. I remembered just about every compliment he ever gave me, including his comment about my Halloween costume. February in Chino Hills is even warmer than January (obviously), by about ten degrees! It was already in the low eighties and everyone started to break out the summer clothes. I was wearing a black skirt with a white top so as not to detract from my scarf.