I woke up in a panic, a tangle of sheets. I looked over in desperation and was nearly out of my mind with joy to find Gordo still lying next to me, his chest rising and falling in a deep, restfull sleep. It was then that I noticed the light coming through my window. I jolted up to a sitting position, and shook Gordo awake. He awoke in a similar state that I had woken in, that could only be described as a state of panic.
"What? Lizzie? What's going on?" he asked, worriedly. Then he noticed that the sun was shining too, and he jumped from my bed, and began to dress. "We fell asleep again?" It was a rhetorical question, so I didn't answer him.
There was a knock at my door and the handle began turning. By the time my mother entered the room, Gordo had already kissed me goodbye, and disappeared out my open window.
"Lizzie? Aren't you freezing?" my mother asked.
I shook my head. In truth, I was still warm all over from Gordo's warm body next to mine, and I was still tingling from his kiss.
"Lizzie! You left the window open again!" my mother chastened me.
"I guess I got hot last night, Mom," I lied.
"Are you feeling alright, Lizzie, honey?" she asked me, and put a hand to my forehead. "Hmm... you don't seem to be running a temperature, but I'd better get the thermometer just to check." She left the room and soon returned, thermometer in hand. Funnily enough, I wasn't running a temp. "Well, you'd better get ready for school then, honey," my mom said, and then left the room.
As soon as she'd left, I fell back onto my bed, and sighed in relief. Gordo and I had been having too many close calls like that recently. We would have to be more careful from now on.
As I carefully parked the car in a parking space at school, Mom got out of the passenger seat and came around to take the driver's seat from me. I pulled my backpack from the backseat, and started walking quickly toward the school building, hoping no one saw me drive up with my mother. I must be the only sixteen year old who still had her learner's permit. Well, I knew I wasn't the only one. Miranda was sixteen, and she still had her learner's permit, but she had a cool mom who let her drive to school alone, even though Miranda wasn't technically allowed to do that yet. My mom was so far from cool. When I'd suggested the idea, she'd totally blown a fuse. She'd even called Miranda's mom and tried to talk Miranda's mom out of letting Miranda do it. I couldn't imagine what my mom would do if she ever found out that Gordo and I had been sleeping together for a little over a month now. She knew Gordo and I had been dating for about a year now, and while she totally approved, she would freak at the idea of us having sex, especialy in her very own house. She just didn't understand that things were different than they were when she was a kid, I thought, as I walked towards my locker which I shared with -bleh- Kate Sanders, my arch-enemy, since she had come back from camp in the sixth grade more... developed than the rest of us. Joy of all joys, Kate wasn't at our locker when I arrived there, but Miranda was. I ran up, and hugged her.
Miranda turned around, and smiled at me, "What was that for?"
"For not being Kate," I said, returning the smile.
"Thank God for that," Miranda repplied. "So what's up? You and Gordo still hot?"
"Hot as ever. We fell asleep again, and my mom almost caught us. She was so close!"
"I keep telling you guys to be careful. Gordo should know better at least, but after you guys got back from Italy, it's like all his sense flew out the window!" Miranda warned me.
"All my sense flew out the window?" Gordo asked, sounding hurt. "I've still got my common sense!"
Miranda laughed, "Yeah, about as much as a doorknob."
The bell rang for class, and so we all hurried off towards chemistry.
"What? Lizzie? What's going on?" he asked, worriedly. Then he noticed that the sun was shining too, and he jumped from my bed, and began to dress. "We fell asleep again?" It was a rhetorical question, so I didn't answer him.
There was a knock at my door and the handle began turning. By the time my mother entered the room, Gordo had already kissed me goodbye, and disappeared out my open window.
"Lizzie? Aren't you freezing?" my mother asked.
I shook my head. In truth, I was still warm all over from Gordo's warm body next to mine, and I was still tingling from his kiss.
"Lizzie! You left the window open again!" my mother chastened me.
"I guess I got hot last night, Mom," I lied.
"Are you feeling alright, Lizzie, honey?" she asked me, and put a hand to my forehead. "Hmm... you don't seem to be running a temperature, but I'd better get the thermometer just to check." She left the room and soon returned, thermometer in hand. Funnily enough, I wasn't running a temp. "Well, you'd better get ready for school then, honey," my mom said, and then left the room.
As soon as she'd left, I fell back onto my bed, and sighed in relief. Gordo and I had been having too many close calls like that recently. We would have to be more careful from now on.
As I carefully parked the car in a parking space at school, Mom got out of the passenger seat and came around to take the driver's seat from me. I pulled my backpack from the backseat, and started walking quickly toward the school building, hoping no one saw me drive up with my mother. I must be the only sixteen year old who still had her learner's permit. Well, I knew I wasn't the only one. Miranda was sixteen, and she still had her learner's permit, but she had a cool mom who let her drive to school alone, even though Miranda wasn't technically allowed to do that yet. My mom was so far from cool. When I'd suggested the idea, she'd totally blown a fuse. She'd even called Miranda's mom and tried to talk Miranda's mom out of letting Miranda do it. I couldn't imagine what my mom would do if she ever found out that Gordo and I had been sleeping together for a little over a month now. She knew Gordo and I had been dating for about a year now, and while she totally approved, she would freak at the idea of us having sex, especialy in her very own house. She just didn't understand that things were different than they were when she was a kid, I thought, as I walked towards my locker which I shared with -bleh- Kate Sanders, my arch-enemy, since she had come back from camp in the sixth grade more... developed than the rest of us. Joy of all joys, Kate wasn't at our locker when I arrived there, but Miranda was. I ran up, and hugged her.
Miranda turned around, and smiled at me, "What was that for?"
"For not being Kate," I said, returning the smile.
"Thank God for that," Miranda repplied. "So what's up? You and Gordo still hot?"
"Hot as ever. We fell asleep again, and my mom almost caught us. She was so close!"
"I keep telling you guys to be careful. Gordo should know better at least, but after you guys got back from Italy, it's like all his sense flew out the window!" Miranda warned me.
"All my sense flew out the window?" Gordo asked, sounding hurt. "I've still got my common sense!"
Miranda laughed, "Yeah, about as much as a doorknob."
The bell rang for class, and so we all hurried off towards chemistry.