Book Club

I walked out the front doors of the school to stand next to Malcolm and Dewey.

"Hey," I said, smiling but Malcolm barely looked up. Dewey, on the other hand, snapped his head up to look at me and smiled.

"Hi, Maria!"

"Hey. Dew-hey, watch it!" I yelled to some kid who bumped my arm as he ran by. "Sorry 'bout that. Hey, Dewey, what's up?"

"Nothing, just gonna go home! I had a lot of homework today!" Dewey cried and grabbed my hand, rambling on and on.

I knew he was trying especially hard to be cute and adorable because last month Malcolm let it slip that he (Dewey) had a crush on me. Which made it extra cute.

"Aww, that sucks. Me too, so don't worry." Malcolm started walking and I followed him, Dewey clinging to my hand. We walked up to Reese, who was sitting by the tree in front of the Newton's yard, just like every day.

"Get off 'er, you little runt!"

"Aww, Reese, be nice to Dewey,"I said, prying the 7-year-old off me and letting Reese slip his hand into mine. We walked about 10 feet ahead of Malcolm and Dewey, so that they were out of earshot, before either of us said anything.

I glanced at his backpack that he was dragging on the ground behind us. "Do you have a lot of homework?"

Reese shrugged. "Some."

"Do you want to come over so I can help you?"

At first, it had felt a little weird that I, an 8th grader, had to help my freshman boyfriend with his homework, but I had gotten used to it by now.

"Sure. But I'll need another lie to tell my parents. Which one do you think I should go with: that I got mugged or that I had to help a cat that someone ran over in the middle of the road?" I rolled my eyes. Yeah, like anyone would beleive either of those.

"Why haven't you told your parents about us yet? I told mymom!" I pouted as Reese and I turned right to head to my house while Malcolm and Dewey took a left to theirs.

"Because...they would invite me over and embarrass me."

"It wouldn't be so bad."

"Yes, it would."

"You can't hide it from them forever!" I cried as I reached up with my free hand to punch in the code to our garage door.

"Yes, I can."

"Reese!" I whined as my garage door opened with a creak. "Please tell them. For me?"

He sighed. "Fine. But not tonight." I stared at him.

"Why not tonight?"

"Because my mom's going to this book club thing to get away from us so its the perfect opportunity to get back at that bitch, Tracy Hines for not inviting me to her party."

We walked through the garage and into the house, slipping off our shoes and I groaned. "Oh, God. What are you gonna do?"

Reese grinned and waggled his eyebrows at me. "Fireworks, baby."

"You're gonna blow your hand off. Then you'll only have one hand. I'll be dating the dumbass who blew his own hand off."

"I'll be careful, I promise."

"Fine," I said as we climbed the stiars and walked to my room. I shut the door, even though we were the only ones in the hous and spread out Reese's books and notebooks onto the bed.

"Okay, so do you want to start with math or history-" I started, but Reese cut me off by pressing his lips to mine and I fell back on my pillow.

"Reese...we have to get...this stuff done," I murmured in between kisses.

"Later," he said and I gently pushed him off of me.

"No! We're gonna spend the whole time making out and then you're gonna flunk all your homework just like last time!"

"I don't care."

"Well, I do! We can make out after we're done with your homework!"

"But-" he started, but I shoved him backwards, sending him sprawling on top of his history book.

"No buts. Here, we'll do math first." I hoisted his Algebra book into my lap and took a look at his assignment.

"Your mom's gonna be home at 4," Reese said, glancing at the clock: 3:15.

"Then we'd better get started." Reese grumbled to himself and peered over my shoulder at his homework.

"There. All done," I said, shoving his stuff into his backpack.

"It's 3:54," Reese said, hopefully.

"My mom will be home any minute. And I'll get in tons of trouble if she knew you were here while no one was home." He sighed and picked up his backpack in defeat.

"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. And don't forget to tell your parents tomorrow!"

"I won't," he said and I gave him a quick kiss goodbye.

"Okay. Call me tonight after you're done with your fireworks thingy."

"Got it," he called over his shoulder as he climbed out the window while my mom's car pulled into the garage. He hopped to the ground and ran to the direction towards his house as the garage door opened and my mom came strolling in.

I logged into my IM account after glancing at the clock (11:37 P.M.) and saw that my best friend, Alex was online.

Maria2hott: hiiiyaa!
Alexxbabee: wassup
Maria2hott: whats up?
Alexxbabee: on fb, u
Maria2hott: waiting for reese to call me.
Alexxbabee: *groans*
Maria2hott: dont be like that.
Alexxbabee: i dont know whatu c in him, hesamoron
Maria2hott: he is not! and use punctuation, bitch, i cant fucking understand u!
Alexxbabee: fuck u
Alexxbabee: hes not good enuff 4 u
Maria2hott: u just think that cuz hes not a football player like mike.
Alexxbabee: thats not the only reason
Maria2hott: then wat *r* the othr reasons?
Alexxbabee: hes a fucking dumbass and hes not rite 4 u, u guys hae nothing in common
Maria2hott: how would u know? its my relationship and im the 1 whos in it.
Alexxbabee: hes a fucking j.d.
Maria2hott: hes a lot more than that 333
Alexxbabee: blaaahh
Maria2hott: u dont kno him like i do
Alexxbabee: watever
*Maria2hott is offline*

~love: a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.~