But this was a good time of year for me. I usually finished the school semester and then a week before it was my birthday, annoyingly enough everyone was already 18 but still I’d age later on, so that was a positive. I’d turned 18 last week but didn’t really do anything for it. Caleb got me some chocolates and Lou got me some clothes but that was about it.
There was 2 hours left of school, and all the seniors who weren’t ditching or getting high behind the school were getting their shirts signed by the sophomores and juniors.
Personally I didn’t understand it, like why would I want strangers writing their names and how much they’d miss me when I left when in reality this would be the first and last time I’d encounter them.
Honestly, I was a little bit sad today. Hearing everyone in my year boast and get excited about which new state or country they’d be moving to college for and what their roomates are like and how they love their new apartments and meanwhile I had to go to the one 10 minutes away from my house. It sucked. I tried not to let it dampen my day but it was the most prominent thing I was surrounded by.
“Hey Lily” I heard someone say behind me.
I turned around to see it was Ethan Smith. Captain of the lacrosse team, and the school’s heartthrob. He’d been after me for years and I so badly wanted to kiss him but my damn brother always seemed to show up when the opportunity arised.
The only reason I wanted to kiss him was because everyone said he was an awesome kisser and the prospect of losing my mouth virginity to him sounded very appealing.
“Hi Ethan” I responded nervously.
“Can I sign your shirt?” He asked.
“Sure” I said before handing him a pen.
He crouched down to my chest level and opened the pen, he was basically signing my chest area, very close to my boobs. He popped himself back up before turning around and handing me the pen. “Sign me?” He asked. I half smiled and took the pen off him before writing a simple ‘Good luck - Lily x’ on his back.
He turned around with a big grin on his face, “You wanna go get some food?” He asked. “I cant’t. My brother will kill me” I responded. He sighed out before his face lit up. “I could order us a pizza and we can eat it in a spare classroom?” He requested. “Sure thing. I’ll meet you in Miss Philips classroom?” I replied. He nodded in response before whipping out his phone and ringing the pizzeria.
I glanced at the time to see I only had a couple school hours left of this godforsaken day. 30 minutes had passed and me and Ethan were now sitting in a maths classroom, finishing off the pizza. I took a sip of my soda and leant back in the chair “I was meant to eat healthy for lunch” I complained. He chuckled before saying “It’s the last day. Go wild.”
“Lily?” He questioned.
“Yeah?” I responded.
“Now that it’s the last day, tell me the real reason you never wanted me. Because let’s be honest, I’m hot” he chuckled.
“I didn’t want to boost your ego any further” I joked.
Suddenly I realised we were very close to each other, his hand resting on my knee, both of us staring into each other’s eyes. He raised his palm up and caressed my cheek before rubbing his thumb against my bottom lip and putting it in my mouth. I took this as indication to suck it. “You uhm had tomato sauce” he said nervously as he took his finger out with a ‘pop’.
His fingers were now lightly resting on my collarbone and he leant his face forward to kiss me, I internally prepared myself. His touch was so close when-
“What the fuck is going on in here?!” Caleb yelled, bursting through the door.
I jumped up at his sudden appearance causing Ethan to begin stuttering and gather his things. “You better take the chance to go out the back door Ethan. Hurry” I yelled and he rapidly left the classroom.
Now it was just me and my brother in a stare off across the room.
“What’s your problem?!” I yelled at him.
“My problem? I’m not the one kissing random boys like some whore!” He shouted back.
I leapt up out of my seat and approached him “Fuck you! I can kiss who I like and you don’t get to decide that you controlling piece of shit!” I screamed in his face. “How dare you make every life decision for me then have the nerve to call me a whore when you know damn well you’ve never even given me the chance to even touch a guy!!” I continued.
I was so angry. Fuming even. He looked taken aback by my words but like where’s the lie? Everything I said was correct. I didn’t give him a chance to speak and instead stormed out of the room slamming the door harshly behind me.
I didn’t know where to go from here, so I did the next best thing. I whipped my phone out and dialled the number “Nicholas? Can you come pick me up please?” I pleaded.
“Sure thing kiddo, give me 10 minutes” he responded.
Within 5 minutes he was here and I was sitting in the passenger seat of his car as he sped down the road. His hand was resting on my knee and I was trying to take deep breaths and large gulps of water to calm my breathing down. I was angry. Upset. Why did I allow myself to be treated in such a way?
His hand edged itself up to my thigh which kind of pulled me out of my anger. Move your hand a little higher. “So what happened Lil?” He asked, his eyes still fixated on the road.
“My brother’s a piece of shit. What’s new?” I scoffed.
His hand began to rub up and down, massaging my thigh. He probably thought it was comforting me but my thoughts were far from pure about this current setup.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“My place” he responded nonchalantly.