Remind me that Stress is the worst enemy, ANYBODY could possible possess.
It's been 1 month since Lindsay and I got together. I knew something would change about me by the time my Geometry book arrived, but this isn't what I expected. Everything is going great! Lindsay and I are together, Chloe agreed to keep her mouth shut (under the bribe of $10, of course), and my parents don't know a thing. At least, I hope they don't. I nearly died from the stress of confronting Chloe or Lindsay before.
I don't need any more of it.
Anyway, right now I'm sitting in my History class, staring lazily at the board.
I don't know what's in my mind, but it's making me forget about reality, as if I'm drifting away. The only thing I hear is the mumble of people in my class (probably ready to rush out of the door as soon as the bell rings), and the sound of someone else. Then, as if someone had just screamed her name into my ear, I remembered why I was dozing off.
Lindsay…oh, the name just sends shivers down my body! I can still feel her warm, wet lips caressing my own. When I had tricked Chloe into "the game", I thought FOR SURE it would ease my stress. It only increased it.
"Ave's…" I heard her voice. The sweet, melodic, charming voice that made me forget about everything else. "Ave's!" I heard again. It was so real it sounded as if- "AVE'S!" the voice screamed. I popped out of my daydream, and looked beside me to see none other than Lindsay. It took a while for me to realize class had ended, and we were the only ones left. God, how embarrassing…even if we did love each other, there was no way I could NEVER get embarrassed in front of her. "Oh…I'm sorry." I quickly said, standing up so fast, my desk rose up with my knee, and smashed back onto the floor as I quickly jerked back.
Could I BE more humiliated!? "I…" the words were chained into my throat again. Why did she have to be so beautiful? Before I could vomit from fear, Lindsay had suddenly climbed onto my chair, but with her knees. "Don't think I don't know J." Lindsay whispered with a flirty smile on her face. I didn't want her to think I OBSESSED over her, but I didn't want her thinking I didn't want her attention either. I had no response for her whisper.
Before I could think about COMING UP with a response, Lindsay's hand slipped around my neck, and I was pulled into her. Her soft, warm lips hit mine, killing the stress almost instantly. As though it was meant to be, we both moaned in pleasure at the exact same time. I have never been more in love with her. As I opened my mouth to kiss back, her tongue snuck her way into my mouth. Oh, I forgot how good it felt to French her!
As she pulled back, my lips still roared for more. They were wet from Lindsay's tongue, and I could do nothing but get my eyes caught in hers.
After what seemed like hours, she finally motioned with her head to begin leaving. She couldn't have expected me to leave so soon! Sucking it up, I quickly grab my backpack on the desk, and rush to the exit with her. That was one of the best experiences of my life, even if it only did last 10 seconds.
My arm was already around her waist before we even sat down. We sat in the back of the school bus (we don't need anyone knowing what goes on in our lives), so it had a nice view of everything happening in the bus. I sat on the left, while Lindsay got the window. My hand was on her left leg, and I was tempted to move it to a new location. For a few minutes we just sat there, staring out of the window and watching the students go about their day. Right as the bus began to jerk and start up; I feel Lindsay began to speak.
"Ave's…I've been thinking about something". She begins. Oh no, she's not breaking up with me is she? God, I don't blame her. I nod in response, instead of speaking my thoughts. "We've been going out for a month now…and I think it's time…well…we be free." She continued. Be free? What could that mean? Run away with her? I love her, but I don't know if I can bear with that. "What do you mean?" I finally said after nearly half a minute. "I know my parents could understand this!" Lindsay said, looking out of the window, as if she was talking to herself. As if on cue, the bus began to pull away, pushing us back in our seats.
"Lindsay…you're not going to…tell them, are you!?" I cried out quietly. I don't remember if I was quiet or not, but I'm absolutely sure the people in front of us heard me. Lindsay turned slowly, and forced her big brown eyes onto me. Normally, I would just agree with whatever she says if she forced "the eyes" on me, but this is too serious. "Lindsay…our parents would NEVER be okay with this! The last thing my dad wants me to do is marry another woman…imagine a woman president…that's a lesbian. My dad won't like that!" I whispered to her. Lindsay's face became annoyed at the last word. "Who cares what they think? Even if they don't want us together; we'll still BE together, because we love each other too much, right?" Lindsay beckoned.
I was opening my mouth to protest, but instead her mouth shut mine. Her lips had a unique feeling that only I could understand. Every time she kisses me I feel warm inside, like I finally found the place I wanted to be.
She pulled back after a few seconds, and pulled me against her. We were both now lying against the window of the bus, watching the school disappear from view. Why was it always HER who kissed ME? She must think I'm weak. I sighed, and instantly regretted my next sentence. "I'll tell ONE parent…and that's my mom." I said. I did NOT need dad getting into this. He'll scream at me, and forbid me to see Lindsay ever again. Mom however…she understands. Even if she won't agree, she'll try and help me out.
Lindsay squealed with happiness, and held me as tight as she could. I swear, I fell asleep in her arms, because I can't remember the trip home. When I think I woke up, was the moment the bus stopped at the top of our street. Before I knew it, I was standing up. I felt like I teleported for a second, and my head began to get dizzy. I nearly fell on top of this one kid, Bryan Rant. This guy…I hate him. He's always trying to beat me in class, and it's annoying when he fails. The worst part is no matter how many times he'll fail, he keeps…on…trying. Today, he wore the usual clothes. Blue polo, Jeans, and a simple wristwatch. His curly brown hair had no distraction from his round, baby-like face. His eyes were Green, not that I pay attention (his face is always in front of mine, I guess he thinks that's intimidating). His round glasses looked like they may break any day now. If he says one wor- "Watch where you're going, Jennings! Last thing I need is to have an unintelligent glob fall on me!" Bryan said into my face.
I gave him a look of nasty, and kept on walking. As I reached the front of the bus, I heard Bryan cry out. The whole bus erupted into an "OHHH!" sound. I turned quickly to see Bryan lying back in his seat, his face bright red. He was holding his nose, and I turned to Lindsay. Her fist was balled up, and grinned at me. I rolled my eyes smiling, and trotted down the bus stairs. I even think the bus driver was smiling. He must hate Bryan too.
As Lindsay leaped off of the bus, I saw one of the windows creak open. "You're going to rue that you ungrateful brat!" Bryan screamed. As the bus pulled away, all I could hear was Bryan's groans, and the laughs of dozens of children. Bryan always tried to pretend he wins, but in reality, he's the biggest loser in the school. The bus disappeared from view as I began to walk down Lindsay's street.
"Not that I'm not thankful, but you didn't have to punch him Lizzy." I said in a calm voice. At the sound of this, she wrapped her hand in mine as we walked. "I don't care if it was my mom; no one insults you like that in front of me." Lindsay said. No one has been so protective of me, not even dad. God, I love her. "Lindsay…what if my mom tells my dad?" I said. It came out of me as if the chain holding the words had been yanked off. "I…he would never let me see you!" I continued. "I already worked hard to find my feelings, I don't want to lose them, and I just can't!" I began to shout. I think I might just have a mental breakdown. Everything's been going so well!
"Avery!" Lindsay shouted, shaking me back into reality. "I don't care if my parents lock me in the basement of our basement, I would fight for my life to be with you." Lindsay said. We were almost at her house. It was only the 3rd house down the block on the left. My house was directly behind us, at the end of this street.
Lindsay then pulled me away from the sidewalk, and towards the side of her neighbor's house. "Lindsay, what are you doing?" I asked. Was she angry with me? Oh god, I already messed up my first real relationship! All I remember next is being pushed against the side of the house. "My parent's can't see us…" Lindsay whispered. She pressed her torso against mine, and kissed me before I registered what she had just said. Like before, my stress had completely disappeared.
My hands slipped up the back of her shirt as our lips climbed over each other. Her skin was so smooth…am I getting wet? I never knew, I was too busy trying to take off her shirt. As I began, she pulled away. I took in a deep breath, and accidentally inhaled hers. My lungs burned at this, but I managed to keep her air inside of me.
"We…its too open for it." Lindsay said. "People might see us." I don't care! I want you so badly! I just gave her a serious look into her eyes, and quickly kissed her once more. Straightening her shirt, her hand left mine as she took off for home. She waved at me, and I waved back. My gosh…I almost got to play the game with her. Since the day with Lindsay and Chloe…I haven't gotten to play with Lindsay since. I love her. I…I love her. Even thought I've said it before, it still takes me a while to realize I've found my true love.
Lindsay disappeared from view, making me feel alone once more. A large sound finally broke my trance. It was thunder; it must be about to rain. Taking one last look at Lindsay's house, I force myself to turn back around. "I would fight for my life to be with you" the voice echoed in my head. She would give her life for me…and I would do the same. I hope we would never have to resort to that situation.