CHAPTER NINE
I pushed him back trying not to fall back into his arms all over again. Resisting another kiss was difficult in his sexy presence. I looked at his beaming face and I blushed.
"So no more tutoring?" It was all I could say. I had just had my first kiss and my mind was filled with thoughts, that one was just a randomly picked one.
"No more tutoring," Chris replied smiling. I flashed a faint smile, but I wasn't going to let him get away that easily.
"Listen," my voice cracked. I continued insensitively, "Don't ever touch me again!" I stomped on his foot. He cringed but didn't let out any audible pain.
"You said no more tutoring, so the only other option was a kiss. You just asked for it," He replied defensively.
"You know what you win! You got your kiss, Chris! Just leave me alone now," I gave him another shove before I stormed down the stairs. When I was walking out the doors I didn't bother to look back. I knew he wouldn't dare follow a fuming teenager girl. As I opened my doors on the way out I thought I had saw Allen, but my mind was so fogged with boys, it was probably just my imagination.
I unlocked my bike from the rack and started pedaling home. It was already 4:45 and I wouldn't get home until about 5:00 or so. My parents were expecting before seven, so I think I was in the safe zone. My mind replayed my first kiss with Chris over and over again. The more I thought of it, the more I wanted more. More of his winter fresh breath, his moist lips, and his warm arms around my waist.
I couldn't imagine going home today. I knew I wasn't going to tell anyone except Ebony. Especially not my parents. They would flip out on me. I really didn't know what society's age for a first kiss was but it felt too early, too rushed. I didn't know him and therefore, how could I… like him? Of course he had a gorgeous face, a perfect body, and a smart mouth, but other than that… I didn't even know Chris.
When I got home I checked my cell phone messages. Ebony, Ebony, Ebony, and a text from an unknown number. I opened the text.
Hey, its allen. wanted 2 no wat you were doing Sunday.
The first reaction was joy. Allen actually took time to find out my number. Then came the disappointment. I remembered I had to go "plant a tree" at Centray Park. I replied telling him the truth, unlike what I would have done with Chris. He texted back:
I love planting trees 2. can we go together?
Trying to stay calm, my fingers stumbled over the keys on my phone.
Sure, that would be great.
