Finally ( a Jiberty story)
He was my first. First crush. First kiss. First real boyfriend. First time. He was JT Yorke. Every day at school, I would see him outside with Toby. After school, I would get fed up and tell myself I didn't like him. I'd see him the next time and forget everything I said. Messy brown hair that curled up at the end, green eyes that were full of laughter, same bright smile that always shone, that always drew me back in. I knew it was worthless. He went for Manny and Paige. Not me. When we were to write a play together, it felt so bittersweet. He would be close to me for a couple weeks, know me. But those weeks provided more heartbreak for me. When we were at the dot, Manny bailed. He bailed. We brainstormed some ideas in the hot tub. When I put my bathing suit on and walked outside, he stared at me. I mean really stared. I figured he was just surprised. Did he really think I wore overalls and button up shirts in the water? We had some ideas and the radish song was decent so we settled on that. When he left, I stared at the spot on the fence he'd climbed over. JT had been at my house. In my hot tub. Alone. With me. The next day at school, I made a couple mistakes. We got detention. I was sad. Not only was this my first detention. It was with HIM. When walked in, I awkwardly sat next to him. We made small talk. I kissed him. I felt the shock. He jumped as soon as , we met. The electricity waved down my back and circle my chest before tickling my fingertips. I pulled away, searching for any sign of surprise on him. Nothing. Then he kissed me. The second one made me breathless. Fearless. Helpless. Helplessly in love. And he returned 4 years of chasing him with one kiss.