Days like today made me wonder why I bothered with school in the first place. I shook my head as yet another paper bullet landed on my paper after bouncing off my hand. He was getting good at this. I didn't even bother looking back at him, at those piercing blue eyes, those sweet dimples. I knew he'd just flutter his eyelashes at me and make out like it wasn't him at all. Jon Good was nothing but trouble, kind of ironic really. "Ignore him Morg" Jess whispered from beside me. "He's just trying to get you to notice him, though God knows how you haven't already! The guy is so into you!" "The guy is into nothing except his little wrestling school Jess" I whispered back. "Everyone knows that's all Jon cares about." The bell rang signalling the end of class and saving me from any further inquisition from Jess. I grabbed my books and ran out of the door heading straight for my locker.
As I slammed the door to my locker closed he was there. "Can I walk you to your car Morg?" he asked, looking around. Luckily, the halls were nearly empty. "Sure Jon" I said, forcing a smile. "It's not as if you haven't walked me to my car every other day this week, is it?" He smiled, taking my bag from me. "I tried to get your attention in class" he said as we walked towards where I'd left the car. I nodded thoughtfully. "I know" I replied. "Jon you have to stop it, Jess already suspects something..." "Oh so I gotta stop because the fact that you're dating a dumbass might become public knowledge?" he asked, stopping in his tracks. I paused. Shit. I'd hurt him. "I didn't mean it like that Jon" I said, linking my arm through his. "Come on, I'll take you to Les's on my way home." Les's. Magic words to him. Les Thatcher owned the wrestling school Jon was trying hard to get into. Les was fobbing him off with the "too young" excuse, but Jon was nearly eighteen so he couldn't keep him out for much longer.
I unlocked the car and Jon opened my door for me, waiting until I was in before slamming it and running around to the passenger side. "I love this time of day" he admitted as I pulled away. "Away from school, when I can just be with you..." "For the five minute drive to Les" I said, a bit more bitterly than I'd meant to. He looked at me quickly. "Come on Morganna" he said, putting his hand on my knee. "Wrestling is important to me, and you are too. Don't make me choose." "I'm not making you do anything Jon" I said, stopping outside the wrestling school and cutting the engine. He nodded. "I know" he said finally. "There's Les. I'd better get in. I'll call you later?" I nodded. "Mom is in work tonight" I said. "She won't get home till around 3am." He smiled. "Then I'll see you about 8" he said, leaning across and kissing me softly. I smiled and kissed him back. "See you at 8" I said, watching him as he got out of the car. He waved as he ran across the grass, greeting Les with a high five before disappearing into the warehouse they used as a training facility. I started the car back up and drove home, thinking of him the rest of the way.
Dating Jon Good probably wasn't one of my best ideas. He was a rebel, homework an alien word to him, and as for his home, the less time he spent there the happier he was. I pulled into my driveway, cut the engine and got out of the car quickly. "Mom?" I called, walking into the house. I knew she wasn't there, her car was gone, but calling her was a habit. Well, a new habit, ever since she nearly caught Jon and I in the hallway a few days ago. Her car was in the shop and I'd forgotten. Jon came home with me thinking we had the house to ourselves, the fact that there was no training that day was a bonus. We had just stripped each other's shirts off when mom called down the stairs that she was nearly ready and to give her five minutes. I've never seen anyone dress so quickly in all my life! Jon was dressed and out of the door like a bat out of hell.
I busied myself in the kitchen, making a start on the chores mom had left for me. Something made me turn around, and when I did Jon was standing there watching me. "You'll make a good wife one day Morg" he whispered, walking towards me. I smiled, putting the dishcloth down and meeting him halfway across the kitchen. I kissed him softly, moaning as he pulled my shirt out of my jeans and broke the kiss long enough to pull it over my head. "You're early" I realised. It hadn't even been half an hour since I'd dropped him off. "I couldn't wait to see you" he whispered. "I didn't want to waste time." "Take me to bed Jon" I whispered. He nodded, scooping me up and carrying me up the stairs.
"Do you think people know?" I asked, playing with the hairs on his chest as I lay in his arms. He shrugged. "We've been pretty careful" he said finally. "I mean, even Jess thinks you hate me, right?" I nodded, not daring to look at him. Hate him. Yeah, right, try love him. "Hey" he said softly, hooking his finger beneath my chin and making me look at him. "I love you, Morganna, you know that right?" I smiled. "Yeah" I said softly. "I know, Jon. I love you too." "Morg" he said, holding me tightly. "You do realise that's the first time you've said it back to me, don't you?" I frowned. "No" I whispered. "I've said it before, I'm sure I have." He shook his head. "Nope" he said, smiling at me. "First time." I smiled back at him. "I love you, Jonathan Good" I said, kissing him softly.
