I sprint back inside the club like my ass is on fire, slamming into Lloyd who's got his tongue so far down the throat of a redheaded girl that I end up having to wrench on his arm to get his attention.
"Jake's been kicked out, we need to go." I shout and he throws his head back, letting out a groan of frustration that I can hear over the music and noise of people enjoying their night.
He says something to the redhead and she shakes her head, waving goodbye as she walks back to a group of girls dancing on the dancefloor.
"Twice in one night, that fucking ass." Lloyd moans loudly, leading the way towards where Mason is dancing with my friends. He nudges his brother and shouts far louder than necessary. "Dickwad got himself kicked out, we've got to go "
"What'
"What are friends for?" The words repeat in my brain as I drive around, taunting me. How could I have been so happy only twenty-four hours ago? We kissed, it was the best kiss of my life, granted it was my first real kiss, but still, I'm fairly sure as kisses go that was phenomenal. So how could she not feel the same? I told the boys I was going to work and to call me for a lift when they wanted to leave, but after seeing her messing around on the bed with that guy, I just had to get out of there before I did something stupid. There's this piercing pain in my chest and I'm fairly sure it's what heartbreak feels like, either that or I'm having an actual heart attack, and no matter what I try to think about, my brain just keeps repeating those words.
"We're never having a party again, you know that right." Leanna tells me for probably the fiftieth time since she woke up. Well, fifty might be a slight exaggeration but it's definitely being a constant stream of complaints. "Uh huh." I nod along, tidying away the last of the mess in the kitchen from last night. "You're not listening are you?" She turns and puts her hands on her hips, staring at me and trying not to laugh. "Is this because of the hairy hulk man? Did something happen?" "Jake, yeah." The smile on my face refuses to go away. "We kissed and it was amazing, his lips are so soft and he was so gentle when he kissed me, like he was worried about hurting me. Oh, and he got so hard, just from a kiss, I could feel it poking me and it must be huge because…"
The rain pounds on the roof of my car, my wipers can't go fast enough to keep up with the water running down the windscreen but I cannot wait to get to school and see my green eyed brunette. I can still feel her lips on mine, like they've burned the memory of themselves onto my own over the weekend. Lloyd and Mason have been relentless with their teasing ever since Kim left last night and I've threatened to pull over and throw them out of the car half a dozen times since we set off this morning. Kian's oddly quiet, but he races out of the car as soon as I park and Mark's waiting for him by the door, so I guess whatever they argued about has passed. "Who's that with Kim?" Mason points through the side window and Kim is running through the rain, dragging after her, the guy she was rolling around on her sister's bed with. Both of them are laughing and she's holding an umbrella out of his reach, stomping in a puddle to splash him while he tries to take it from her. My stomach feels
As if that cheating slimeball showing his face here wasn't bad enough, he had the audacity to pretend he didn't know why I ended things last year. Making it seem like we'd had a casual fling and just lost touch, not that he'd been stringing a different girl along in all three schools. The arrogant asshole actually thought he could turn up at my school after what he did and I'd be glad of his attention. I don't know what was funnier, the idea that I'd ever consider going on another date with him, or the look of shock and fear on his face when he saw Jake. I also think that Jake might have been the tiniest bit jealous when he saw Calvin and I hate that I like it. I'm not normally 'that girl', but Jake's quite hard to read. I know he's attracted to me, his body
I thought I hated the rumours that Kim was dating someone else, but somehow the ones about me being amazing in bed are worse. How am I meant to do what they say I can do when I've never done any of that before? I have no idea what I'm meant to do. Not for the first time I feel like I've missed out on being a stupid kid who messes around, Mason and Lloyd have plenty of experience with this sort of thing, but it's not like I can ask them or maybe I should for Kim. I feel really inadequate, she's going to be so let down if we ever actually get to that sort of thing if I don't figure something out soon. "Oi oi, Jakey baby. What the hell have you and Kim been up to?" Lloyd pulls me into a hug beside the car. "I'm so proud, you know how many girls have come up to me asking if I'm
I'm filled with a sense of determination and purpose, having intentionally swapped our English books in our last class so I took his and he took mine. Pulling up around the corner, I speedwalk the short distance to his house and knock, smile already in place for whoever is going to open the front door, no one comes at first, so I try again, only to finally be greeted by Kian, looking red faced and flustered, his t-shirt on back to front. "Or sorry, I uh… just needed to swap my book with Jake's, we must have gotten them mixed up." I hold up the book with Jake's name on the front to show him. "He's not here." Kian tells me, his hand holding the door open only wide enough for him to stand there. "I know, sorry, I wouldn't normally do this but we've got work due in tomor
I'm addicted to Kim, every time I see her, it gets stronger and I want more and more. I can't think of anything else, she's featuring in some fairly dirty dreams most nights and everything she does is somehow turning sexual in my mind.Like right now, she's chewing on the end of her pen whilst listening to the teacher and all I can see is her lips when they were sucking on my cock last night.It's getting me harder by the second and I'm not sure what to do. I can't stand up because everyone will see, but I can't stay here all day, so I try to think of other things. The obvious being what the teacher's talking about, but that somehow leads back to the fact that Kim's sitting here beside me sucking on her pencil. I do math's questions in my head and it starts to go down, but then I realise it's going down and suddenly, maybe because I'm thinking about it and the
"Good morning daughter of mine." My dad walks into the kitchen, sitting down at the table and crossing his arms in a way I know means he wants to talk, but I'm so late, hence why I'm the only one in the kitchen. Everyone else has already left but Olivia still hasn't arrived to pick me up, she rang about fifteen minutes ago saying she overslept, which has meant we're all going to be late. "Morning dad, I'm eating on the run." I point at the door but then the empty chair behind him scoots back into my path. "Two minutes. We need to discuss the man I saw climbing out of your bedroom last night." He raises his eyebrows at me, pinning me with his gaze until I slide into the seat he kicked out for me. "Name, address, date of birth, reason for visit, reason I shouldn't kill him for sneaking into my teenage daughter's be
We travelled for three years in the end and it was amazing. I'll forever be grateful to my brother's and Maggie for pushing me to come. Kim did her vlogging and articles and was quickly picked up by a travel website who paid her to write for them. It wasn't a lot, but it was her first paid writing job and she was so excited that it didn't matter that she was earning less than she did at the bar we were working at at the time and in the long run, it allowed her to figure out what she loved doing, which is why she's now a journalist for a well known newspaper as well as continuing to document her activities and review places online on her own personal website. She's actually become so popular that we get a lot of free things: meals, nights out, activities etc… in the hope she'll write a positive review of their business. I also figured out what I wanted to do while we were abroad and no, it wasn't a farmer, although I must admit, those six months in Australia working on cattle ranches
I've been home for all of four days and not said a word to anyone about the possibility of no longer travelling. I know why, because up until the moment I say it out loud, it's still very much just a possibility, even though I've already come to my decision. The moment I say it out loud though, there'll be questions; what am I going to do now? Am I going to university? If so, what am I planning to study? If not, what am I going to do workwise? I can't answer any of these questions because I have no idea myself. My friends will be excited to have me home and I know they'll be pestering me to move away and live with them but I'm not sure if I want that either, none of it fills me with as much excitement as the idea of seeing the world did. And a big part of me is also worried about disappointing my family, it took them a while to understand why I wanted to live a nomadic lifestyle, but they've come to terms with it and now I'll be changing everything up after only a month. So I've k
Today's the day Kim comes back and I couldn't be more excited! We spoke for hours last night while she packed and I don't want her to miss out on her dreams but the selfish part of me is incredibly relieved that she sounds happy to be coming home too. Is it wrong to hope she'll come back more often? Or that maybe she'll travel for a year before wanting to stay with me? Yes, I'm selfish and horrible, but I can't help how I feel. I want to be with her and I can't see that changing. Anyway, her flight is meant to come in at midday and her parents invited me over for a little welcome home meal this evening. I can't deny I'm nervous too. What if she found the separation and long distance thing just
Spain is beautiful. And hot, I'm already sporting a deep tan after being out and about every day for the last two and a half weeks, but… and here's something I never thought I'd say, I'm lonely. Missing Jake specifically.Every night I look forward to speaking to him, hearing what he's getting up to and telling him all about where I've been.My friend's are all at home together, spending the last few months on the beach before all going off to university and my family have never felt further away. I've never experienced homesickness before, but part of me is wondering whether I've made a mistake.I built myself up to tour the world and I am seeing some amazing sights, but it's not the same as when I went on holiday with my family or friends, there's no one to share the experience with and appare
Only thirty-seven days left until I see her again!I wake up and the notification is there on my phone, counting down the days until she's back and I can't wait.Logically I know it's already been a week and the rest of the month will fly by, but every day is the same - monotonous, devoid of the excitement I never knew I missed until she crashed into my life and then took herself away and it feels like she's already been gone for a lifetime.We've spoken every day, at seven o'clock on the dot and she sounds like she's having a wonderful time. She's in Spain and so far, she's hiked a volcano, visited a vineyard and toured some historical buildings, writing about it in detail online, complete with beautiful grinning photos of her at each location and I'm taking in every detail of each blog as th
This last year has gone so fast, which is what I wanted right up until Jake came into my life but now, sitting in my room with Jake beside me, knowing I should have packed already because I leave tomorrow, I wish I had more time. We had a going away dinner with my parents earlier, my friends and I have done the night out to send me off and now it's just Jake and I, the clock ticking louder than normal, but that might just be in my head. Neither of us are talking about the fact that this is our last few hours together, we're actively avoiding it actually, finding anything and everything to talk about instead, but my giant backpack sits on the chair, almost like it's staring at us, mocking us with our impending separation. "You're coming back for your results though, aren't you?" Jake suddenly addresses what we're
Kim's acting like she just tripped over and stubbed her toe, not a massive car accident that has left her with broken bones and bruises over the majority of her body.It was awful seeing her lying in the hospital bed, but what was worse was waiting to find out if she was going to be ok and I knew then, that I couldn't stay away from her anymore.I'll work it out somehow, I have no idea how, but I'll find a way.After dropping my brother's at home, I head back via the shop to pick up chocolates and flowers, because even though I keep thinking about Simon pinning his wife to the front of his car, Kim likes flowers and I want her to be happy.She found the story funny too, like I knew she would.Now w
I feel like I've been hit by a truck, whilst hungover. My body aches, my brain hurts and there's constant beeping noise which is driving me nuts. I bet it's Shane and his friends winding me up, setting an alarm and hiding it in my room somewhere, but I don't have the energy to locate it right now.Last night must have been messy because I don't remember anything after leaving Jake's house. I'm not surprised though, I can't believe I embarrassed myself like that, how am I ever going to face him again?I groan aloud, my eyes are closed but the light in the room feels too bright to open them yet. I attempt to roll my face into the pillow to let myself gradually recover but a sharp pain in my side stops me, making my groan turn to a gasp."Kim, honey, how are you feeling?" My dad's voice is surprisingly close and now I
I watch her drive away from me, struggling to keep myself from.chasing after her. What she did today for Kian just makes me love her more. I can admit that to myself now, I'm in love with her, but unfortunately, that won't change anything.Standing outside while I box away my feelings, I fix my face and go back inside, making sure no one knows what's really going on.Kian is still talking about the rugby lads he met today as if they're god's, gushing about how good each one is and how much fun it was to be around them. Mason and Lloyd are grinning at him and it's obvious they're trying their hardest not to ruin his happiness by taking the piss, especially when he mentions how good one of the boys is at ball handling.I slide into the chair that has unofficially become mine, unnoticed, or so I thought u