Lynnette looked amazing in that shirt. She was the shape of a coca cola bottle, with those long bare legs. I remembered the day I saw her in that pink ruffle shirt. That was nothing like today. It was hard not to stare or laugh or press her against my body like I would have done with any of the other girls. I couldn't lose her just yet. I know I had her wrapped around my finger, but it wasn't about that. Lynnette made it hard for me to get near her, to let me do what I do.
It was a game to figure out what she wanted me to do. I liked a challenge, but I needed a reward for getting this far. I guess her in that shirt which showed her beautiful curves was my reward. I just need to get past another checkpoint.
We started picking at her homework when we sat down. But she was too distracting. I picked up on her musical, flowery scent when I came near her. I had to say something, to let her know her actions were appreciated. But that just got her angry. I found it amusing that all the other girls I dated would have loved that and giggled. No, Lynnette wasn't like those girls.
Out of nowhere I saw him there waiting there, the guy at the bookstore. Lynnette's "crush" was here to get alone with her. I didn't trust that stupid middle-schooler. So to tell him to back off I tried to find something reasonable to do. To show him Lynnette was taken.
When she said she didn't want tutoring, I knew it was my chance. I gave her options and now she leaned against the other one; the kiss. Of course she was furious, and she would be even angrier after I did it, but I knew she wouldn't be able to get me out of her head. Some call me cocky, I call it confidence.
I grabbed her with a little more force while she tried to get away. Being at my height I would always have to bend down to the girls' face to kiss. This was perfect. It was like she was made for me to kiss. After her struggle, I could tell that she wanted it too. I caressed her neck and pulled her in so our bodies touched. All I could think of were those lips.
When we kissed I could tell it was her first. That doesn't mean it was any less delightful than I imagined it. I slipped out allowing her to breathe, expecting a full-on punch. Well, after a mean stomp on the foot and a shove I let her go. She looked hilarious trying to be mad at me. After she stormed out I started to pack my bag when that punk Allen came towards me. He looked just as angry as her.
"Excuse me, do I know you?" He dared to speak to me. I rolled my eyes but I didn't want to give him the pleasure of my attention. That's still confidence.
"Look dude, you've been staring at me for the past ten minutes and all I have to tell you is to back off," I looked up to tell him I was serious, "That girl is mine."
"That girl? Look I have known her so much longer than you—"
"Ohh, we're going to play the dibs game? Okay, if you known her so long, how come she's not with you right now?" I started to raise my voice.
Allen cowered down, "I've been looking for the right time."
I chuckled, "This isn't the right time okay?"
"When is the right time?" I could see the sweat dribble down his head. Just showed how immature he was.
"When I'm dead, kid." I was done with this guy. He had been pushing too hard and sooner or later if he was around me too long, he was going to get hurt. I jogged down the stairs and strode towards the entrance like nothing had happened. After I pushed open the doors to the mediocre sunset I felt his hand on my shoulder.
"Why are you running, scared?" Allen challenged.
"That's the last thing I am."
"I know who you are." My brow furrowed. What was he talking about?
"Oh?"
"You're that guy from Jubilee Park." I couldn't help but laugh. That park filled with druggies, whores, and losers. I only hung out there because I was the only one who wasn't drunk all the time and it was the only place I could smoke some pot. I started to search his face for the past times I've been there. Yeah, I did recognize him. He was always skating with his friends or getting high. This particular Allen loved to mess with the girls.
"Huh."
"Yeah that's right. I'll tell Lynnette you go there. She'll hate you." There were so many things wrong with that sentence.
"How are you going to tell her without getting yourself in trouble?" I smirked.
"I'll tell her my friend saw you." He started raising his voice. It was getting me pumped.
"Well, she could never hate me. I was her first kiss." That's when he charged for me. I stepped aside while he plummeted to the floor. I swung off my bag smiling. I loved a good fight.
I kicked him right in the side of his ribs and took him by the collar to drag him upright. He looked so pathetic I had to laugh. When he was on his feet again I let go and punched him right in the eye. Then he swung blindly at me. Allen hit my stomach and kicked me in the shin. I grunted, but compared to his shrilly groans mine was masculine.
I was angry and sore, it was time to put this kid out. I finally punched him right up into the bottom of his chin and kicked him right in the stomach. He timbered into the planter while I brushed off my shoulders. I picked up my bag and began walking home sweet home.
