Trouble
I got out of the small lake, walking towards Joe.
"I. Am. Going. To. Kill. You." I warned him through my gritted teeth.
My clothes were wet and I was glad that I didn't wear a white shirt. My hair covered half of my face and it was tangled on the right side.
"Aw' c'mon Renee, it was just for fun."
"Joe, I am so going to kill you." I repeated, walking closer to him.
I pounced on him quickly, grabbing his arm down harshly, pinning him down as hard as I could. Obviously, he was, of course, stronger than me. He rolled me over until he was on top of me.
"I hate you." I murmured, trying as hard as I can to free myself from his grip.
"Don't hate me. It's not my fault you're all wet." He said, laughing.
My breath slowed down, making everything quieter. There was silence for a few minutes, until Joe spoke again.
"Renee…I guess I should ask you this." He paused, and then looked at me.
"What?"
He leaned closer to me, so close that his nose was touching mine. I could feel his hot breath against my lip.
"Can I kiss you Renee?" he whispered, without blinking.
I blinked, not knowing what to say. "I-y…yes..."
He grinned, "That's what I thought."
I closed my eyes as his hot soft lips pressed against mine, moving his hands away from my arms and towards my throat. His skin burned against mine as he drew patterns on my throat softly. I moved slightly under his touch, feeling weak. He softly bit my lip, making me feel like he was having fun. I grabbed his hair, twirling my fingers through his soft black hair, then pulled my lips away from his, gasping for breath.
He laid his cheek on my neck, letting me feel his quick breaths and soft skin.
"Joe…"
"Yes?"
"I…I don't think I'm supposed to kiss on the first date." I murmured quietly, half hoping he didn't hear me.
His soft chuckle went through my ear, his hands going through mine. "That's too bad." He whispered against my ear. "Just pretend this is our fourth date or something."
"How can I? I just meet you yesterday." I said, playing with his hair.
"Does that really matter?" he asked, slightly laughing.
"Yes." I told him, my breathing now normal.
"Oh well. It doesn't really matter now, does it?"
"I guess not," I finally realized. I turned my head so now I was looking at Joe. "I'm going to get in trouble, because my dad will figure out that I was lying since I'm wet."
He smiled, eyes sparkling. "Then maybe we should wait a while before you go home."
I frowned, rolling my eyes at him. "Jerk. You just wanted to keep me here longer so you threw me in a lake?"
He laughed, rolling over so that he was next to me instead of on me. "That's another explanation. I actually did that because I thought you wouldn't be that hyper when you're wet."
"Right. I'm just not hyper right now because of what you just did."
He smirked. "So I should kiss you every time you're hyper?"
I grunted. I knew he would say that "No. I didn't actually mean it like that."
"All right."
Music came out of my tote bag, making me stand up. It was probably Mason calling to check on me.
"Hello?"
"Hey Rae! What's up?" Mandy said, sounding mad.
"Um…nothing much. Can I call you back…I'm busy right now." I told her.
She hung up without saying goodbye, leaving me standing there to stare at the phone.
"Who was that?" Joe asked, trying to clean my shirt.
"Mandy…she sounded…mad." I told him, putting my phone in my pocket. It would be easier to get it that way.
"Oh. Hey, let's get on the bus and get back to the park, okay?"
"All right. I'm not paying." I told him, trying to dry myself off"Of course you're not. I'm a gentleman and I don't let girls pay." He noted.
"Right you don't. If you were a gentleman, you wouldn't have thrown me in the lake."
"I'm not a complete gentleman then."
"You're barely part gentleman."
"Can we talk about something else? This is getting uncomfortable for me." He said, scratching his head.
I laughed, walking in the bus, "Okay Joe…why did you kiss me?"
He sat down in a seat then narrowed his eyes at me. "What? That's not really what I meant by talking about something else."
"Well…I don't see why any boy would." I muttered.
He took in a deep breath then looked away from me. "I like you. Wouldn't that be the only reason why anyone would kiss someone?"
I shook my head. "No. I thought you would have more to say."
"Renee, I'm not really one of those talkative ones." He told me, grinning.
I shrugged. "I really did think you would say more."
He sighed then leaned back against the chair. "Okay. I'll just say this but, remember, this will be the only time you get so much information from me." He paused, looking at me to make sure I was listening. "I think you're very pretty, probably the prettiest person I've meet, smart and very down to earth." He said, slurring the words.
I grinned at him then gave him a hug. "I think you're all right for a jerk."
He chuckled, then brushing his fingers through his hair. "Thanks…I guess."
"Hey, Joe, can you…I hate to ask you this but…" I trailed off, feeling embarrassed.
"Continue." He demanded.
"My dad, he's going to give my car to Mary, and I…well, I need a ride to school everyday because I think the school bus is freaky." I explained, finishing it off with puppy eyes.
"Sure. I guess I can pick you up. Everyday. Why did your dad even give her your car?'
"Because he loves her way more than me." I told him, frowning.
"You're going to have to pay me though. I don't do stuff for free."
I raised my eyebrow at him. "What? No way am I paying you, I don't even have a penny."
He laughed, "Then I guess we'll have to think of something else."
"That's not fair!"
"Okay…if you really like riding in the bus then, I guess…" he looked at me, grinning.
I folded my arms across me chest. "Fine. But something I can actually do."
"All right then. It's a deal." He said, patting me on the head.
"I'm not a child, you can not do that!" I told him, slapping his hand away.
"Ouch Renee." He murmured, holding his hand away from me.
I smiled at him, and then sat back. "That's good."
"Now we know who's the real jerk." He whispered in my ear, grinning.
I gasped at him. "What?! That's mean!"
He chuckled. "I'm just kidding with you Renee. I liked you better when you're hyper."
"Well I'm not right now so…hah!"
"Should I kiss you again?" he muttered, eyes flashing.
I blushed then looked away.
"Aw, c'mon Renee. You know I was just kidding."
I sniffled a bit, and wiped my eyes. I leaned away from him the looked out the window.
"Renee…there really wasn't anything wrong with that sentence." He told me, putting his arm around my shoulder.
"What are you talking about? I think I'm sick."
"Oops."
"Yea. I probably got sick because I was wet. And cold."
"Should I help you get warmer? Do you want my hoodie again?"
"Yes."
He put his hoodie through my head then kissed my forehead. "Sorry. I thought it would be fun."
I sniffled again. "Sure, fun."
"Maybe it wasn't entirely my fault." He told me.
"It probably wasn't. Oh well." I pulled his hoodie's sleeves up then snuggled against it.
He chuckled, examining me. "That hoodie's way too big for you. Remember to bring a jacket next time."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Whatever. I don't even have enough money to buy a jacket. I told you my dad doesn't care about me."
After that, there was silence until the bus stopped next to the park. I followed Joe out then sat down on the bench again.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket.
"No."
"Are you sure? It's been two hours." He told me, standing right in front of my eyes.
"I guess I could use something to eat."
"Hotdog?" he suggested, pointing at a hotdog stand next to the slides.
"Okay. Extra chili please." I told him, slurring the words.
My nose was stuffed and so I couldn't say anything clearly. Joe walked away, buying the hotdogs.
My cell phone rang inside my pocket. I took it out then cleared my throat.
"Hello."
"Renee, me and Mary are going to go out and eat. Do you have your keys with you?" Mason asked quickly.
I looked inside my tote bag, dumping all the stuff out.
"No."
"Do you think you can keep studying for two more hours?" he asked.
"I guess…but…"
"All right. Bye Renee." He quickly said, then hanged up the phone.
I groaned as Joe walked up to me.
"Something wrong?" he asked, handing me the hotdog.
"Yes. Mary dragged my dad to a restaurant, for two hours, leaving me behind. And it's three'0 clock." I told him, taking a bite out of the hot dog. "Hmm…this is really good." I licked my lips then put my phone back in my pocket.
"That's good. I get to keep you for two more hours."
I grinned at him. "So what are we going to do?"
He shrugged. "How about taking you shopping to buy a jacket?"
I opened my mouth then closed it again. "I would say yes but then I'd feel embarrassed. I never should've told you that story."
"I'm glad you told me that story."
"Well, you might not have any money." I told him, eyeing his wallet.
He waved the wallet in front of my face. "I'm rich Renee. I have a part time job."
"Right. Sure you are." I murmured, finishing my last bite of the hotdog.
"So where do you want to go now?" he asked, taking my hand.
"I have a car."
"So?"
"It'd be kinda hard to go somewhere with two cars."
"Then drive your car home and then I'll be your driver."
"What about my dad?"
"What about him?"
"Uh…I'm supposed to be studying."
"Then we'll say we're going to the museum." He suggested, walking towards my car.
"You have an answer to anything, don't you?"
"Yes."
I laughed then went in my car. "Okay. So you're following me?"
He frowned. "Of course. I want to know where your house is Renee."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Sure you do."
He shook his head at me. "You really are a unique girl."
I smiled widely at him. "The best, of course."
"Okay, so drive and I'll see you." He told me, walking towards his car.
I nodded then backed my car out of the parking lot.
I drove my car all the way back to my house, looking behind me to see if Joe was still following me.
As I got by my house, I jumped out of the car then waited for Joe to join me. I grinned as he got out.
"This is it." I grabbed the keys out of my tote bag. I lied to my dad the whole time. "You wanna go in and hang out a bit?"
"Sure. Maybe get a drink to hydrate myself."
"Stop using big words." I told him, opening the door.
He laughed then followed me in the house. "Your house is nice Renee. Where's your room."
"Why?" I asked, getting suspicious.
He chuckled. "I just want to see what it looks like."
"Go straight then you'll see a light brown door." I told him, opening the refrigerator.
I got to Sprite cans then ran in my food, jumping on my bed. "Here ya go." I said, handing him a sprite.
"Thanks. You room's very nice."
I raised my eyebrows at him. "Right." I sat down on a chair then turned on the TV.
"Is this your mom?" he asked, handing me a picture from my desk.
I nodded, and then took a sip of the Sprite.
"Now I know where you get your beauty from. Like daughter, like mother."
"I look more like my mom than dad." I told him, channel surfing.
"I can see that. You can even be her twin if she was younger or you were older."
"Uh-huh."
"No really. Would you get in trouble if you dad figured out that you were not studying?"
"Yep. I'd get majorly killed."
"So should I leave you now?" he asked, sitting on my bed.
"No!" I yelled, too loud. "I mean, yea, sure."
He chuckled, "What's your favorite color?"
"Green."
"Animal?"
"Pigs."
"Pigs?
"What wrong with pigs? They're cute and chubby!"
He gave me a weird look then continued. "Flower."
"Eer…roses, I think."
"Subject?"
"Biology. Why are you asking me all of these questions? I can't answer all of them."
"I just want to know. And you are not that stupid Renee; you can answer ten questions or so."
"No I can not. My brain might blow up or something." I joked, lying down on my bed.
"Renee, are you just going to…lie on that bed and be a boring bum?"
"Yes."
"I'll leave then."
I jumped up from my bed then grabbed his shirt. "Meanie! You know I have to follow you everywhere!"
He put his hands around my waist then dragged me outside then into the living room. "I know."
I lightly punched him in the arm. "Then where do you want to go?"
"I don't know. Where do you want to go?" he asked, sitting down on the couch.
I looked at the clock. Five fifty-seven. "It's kind of late, don't you think?"
"So? Let's go out and eat. It's time for your dinner."
"I'm not a kid." I told him, tugging on his plaid woven shirt.
"Sure you're not." He said, shaking his hair widely to make it look a bit messed up.
"Ha! You look so cute with your hair messed up." I noticed, brushing his hair with my hand.
"So you admit I'm cute."
I frowned. "Of course I do. What girl wouldn't?"
He sighed. "True. Very True."
"I hate to admit this but you are very cute."
"So are you, but I'm much, much more." He said, leaning closer to me.
"Who said you can kiss me?" I whispered, putting my hand around his neck.
He grinned, "Me," then kissed me lightly.
I kissed him back, feeling happier.
"Sit on my lap Renee." He said against my lips.
I jumped on his lap then cuddled against him
"Ouch." He murmured.
I felt something on my head, his lips maybe? I looked up to see if it was.
"Hey." He greeted me, his voice hoarse.
"Your hair's covering your eyes." I told him.
"So? I don't need to see to be able to kiss you." He murmured, pressing his now cold lips against mine again.
His hands were on my cheek now, and the other brushing my hair.
I gasped then jumped away from his lap, falling down onto the floor, surprised by the sound.
"Renee! What do you think you are doing? Having a boy here by yourself, and alone too!" the deep voice yelled.
I looked up at my dad, not saying anything.
"Sir, please don't blame Renee, it wasn't her fault, we were--" Joe tried to explain, just to get cut off by Mary.
"Why do you do this Renee, making out with a boy like him? Mason, we should do something about this!"
Joe looked at me with sorry eyes then stood up. "I swear sir, it was--"
"Be quiet! Renee, you are forbidden to ever see this…boy again!" he screamed at me, pulling my up by my hair harshly.
I closed my eyes, ignoring the pain. "Of course." I murmured softly, so he couldn't hear me.
Joe stared at me, looking ill. "Renee…" he walked towards me, then back, not knowing what to do.
I stood up, yanking my hair away from my dad's iron grip. "Don't touch me!" I screeched at him, running towards Joe.
"Get out of this house now." My dad told Joe, more calmly this time.
Mary just sat down on the couch, smiling.
"It's her! She wanted this to happen! She probably spied on me or something, you can't marry her!" I told Mason, burying my head in Joe's shirt.
"Renee, I'm--"
"Get out of this house now." Mary yelled, pointing towards the door.
She grabbed my hand then unlocked my grip on his shirt. Joe looked at me, and then put his head down, walking out through the door.
"I hate you!" I yelled at the both of them as soon as he walked out closing the door.
I grabbed my tote bag then ran to my bedroom. I lay on my bed, and then cried my heart out, loving to hate my life.
That was dramatic, eh? Please review and tell me what you think of it so far and tell me your favorite part! Thanks!
And...OMJ! Haha, I love Joe's personality.
Just wanted to point that out.
Anne
