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Hidden, Part 2
By the time Vaughn's fifteenth birthday rolled around in January, he had still not dared to French kiss her. It had been four months since she had asked him to kiss her for practice. During that time, their sexual attraction had gradually increased. He kept it at bay, however. He didn't want her to know just how attracted to her, he really was. He knew she was more than attracted to him by the way her eyes would darken slightly every time they would light on him. He sighed as he lifted his food tray that held his lunch, over the heads of other underclassmen as he made his way outdoors. From his vantage point by the doors, he could see Randy leaning over Jet's shoulder, reading something from an open notebook. Veronica was already gathering her group of admirers. And his cousin, Carin, was sitting on the table, munching on an apple with a book in her lap. "What's up?" he called out as he sat down across from Jet. He raised his eyes to Randy's.
"Nothing, except this impossible stats homework," Jet muttered as he glanced up from the textbook. His statistics class was first thing in the morning.
"That's why I'm helping him," Randy replied, grinning back at Vaughn. She lowered her eyes back to the book before giving him a slight arch of her brow.
"I'm trying to read up for Chemistry," Carin replied as she flipped to the next page in the lab textbook. "I'm trying to figure out why I blew up the beaker the other day."
"At least you haven't totaled three Bunsen burners and half a dozen beakers like Randy and Vaughn do every other class," Jet sighed, shaking his head. "Or nearly singed off the teacher's toupee."
Randy snickered. "That was the highlight of the entire class, Jet. Even you laughed."
Vaughn smirked. "That was an accident. He shouldn't been standing so close to our table."
"After that, he knew better," Jet commented with a snort. He pointed his pencil at Vaughn. "And you knew you shouldn't have turned the gas on quite so high. You could've ignited the classroom."
"You're such a spoilsport, Jet," Vaughn said as he took a bite of his chicken sandwich. "Besides," he said after he swallowed, "Randy, you, and I got A's on that particular lab. You should be glad that it helped your GPA."
"Only because we did the experiment correctly and because our lab report was good. You still burned yourself and me, and Randy cut herself on the shattered beaker," Jet remarked, give the blond a droll look. "Plus, we got sent to the Headmistress' office."
"I wish I was in that fun of a class," Veronica commented as she came over to the table. She snitched the pudding from Vaughn's tray and sat down next to him. "Carin just drops the beakers."
"You crashed the computer when we were supposed to be writing up our reports," Carin said as she stuck out her chin.
"I didn't mean to," Veronica said with an innocent toss of her blond ponytail. She licked the spoon clean of the chocolate pudding.
Vaughn grasped her wrist and pulled the spoon back down to his mouth before she put in the next mouthful. "Don't forget this is my lunch, Ver."
"The youngest one is supposed to get dumped on. You're the youngest at this table," she teased as she gave his cheek a pinch.
A faint blush encompassed his face. "What is it with you girls and touching me?"
"It's because you look so cute when you blush like that," Randy stated as she gave him her typical grin. "It makes us want to do it even more."
"Even your brother looks adorable when he blushes as well. You Winner boys are just so irresistible like that," Veronica commented as she tapped the tip of his nose with her finger before handing him the pudding back. "If you all excuse me, I have some boys to see."
"And boys to flirt with and manipulate," Randy added, rolling her eyes.
"Jealous?" Veronica asked, with a smirk.
"No," the raven-haired girl said with a lofty toss of her head.
"Liar," the youngest Yuy daughter said with another smirk as she walked off, skirt swishing behind her.
Randy stuck her tongue out at the blonde's retreating back before turning around again. "Like I'm jealous of that," she muttered under her breath.
Vaughn arched a brow at her, but said nothing. He finished the rest of the pudding before setting it down on the tray. He glanced over at Veronica as she sat on another table, surrounded by her "court." He frowned as Bobby Arquette sidled up to her. He never liked the youngest Arquette and vice versa. They had become rivals since before they had learned what the word meant. And it irked him how Veronica, and even Randy, thought he was attractive. A disgusted sigh escaped his lips as he watched Veronica flirt with Bobby. He glanced back at Randy. "I'm taking a walk, if you want to join me," he said as he stood up with his tray.
Randy gave him a curious look, but she shrugged her shoulders at Carin and Jet, and followed him back inside. "What's up with you?" she asked as she fell into step next to him.
"Nothing," he replied in a clipped tone as he walked down the hallway. He opened the storage closet and closed it behind her.
"That's a lie if I ever heard one," she snorted as she gave him a skeptical look. She pushed her braid back over her shoulder.
"The way that Bobby hangs around her."
"So, that's what's bothering you. She's kissed him already. That's what she told me."
Vaughn frowned.
Randy gave him a comforting smile. "I think she said it wasn't that good of a kiss. You'll be much better when or if the time comes."
"Thanks," he replied dryly. He slid his arms around her waist and rested his forehead against hers. "What would I do without your foresight?"
"Perish."
A slight grin worked itself across his mouth at her teasing remark. "How is it you know what to say to me sometimes?"
"Luck," Randy said as she smiled up at him, his breath brushing against her lips and making them tingle.
For a moment he just looked down into her glowing cobalt eyes, captivated by how they seemed glow with warmth and compassion. He pressed his lips against hers, getting lost by the soft familiar feel of her pink lips.
Her lips moved against his, the kiss making her knees weak as usual. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his completely until she stood on her toes.
The feel of her slender body conforming to his, the knowledge that Veronica had kissed Bobby, and intense desire to deepen the kiss, made him run his tongue along the seam of her barely parted lips.
Her insides got all buttery as his tongue swept across her lips again, urging them to part. Following his lead, she parted her lips for the intrusion of his tongue. Primitive sensations shot through her as it came into contact with hers.
Hot, sweet, and wet was what came to his mind as his tongue explored her mouth. Vaughn tightened his hold on her, his hands pressing her more into his tall frame.
She plowed her fingers through the hair on his nape, twisting the fine strands around her fingertips. Still standing on her toes, she leaned into him even more, giving into the urgings of her body. Her body throbbed from her earlobes down to her toes as his tongue circled the tip of hers.
With a few steps, he had her sandwiched between him and the wall. His hands roamed down to her slim hips. Her tongue was sliding sensuously over his, making his skin tighten with what she was making him feel. His blood pulsed through his veins at an incredible rate, making him feel lightheaded.
The temperature in the room continued to increase as the two overheated bodies remained molded together against the wall. Their mouths never left the others, their lips clinging together in an ageless dance. The door swung open, slamming on the outside wall. A startled choking gasp was heard, making them break apart.
Randy's eyes went wide as they beheld Bobby Arquette with Patricia Droidida.
Vaughn pushed himself away from Randy. His breath was coming in short bursts.
Bobby could only stare. "Well, I'll be damned. You do have a bad boy streak, Winner. And kissing Randy no less. I applaud your taste."
Randy's face colored. "It was only a kiss," she said with a toss of her head.
"A kiss in which his tongue was shoved down your throat," Bobby smirked as he crossed his arms.
Vaughn glared at him. "Did you want something?"
A slight shrug. "I was in need of the closet for a short period of time," Bobby replied.
Vaughn's eyes went to Patricia. "I see," his voice laced with sarcasm. "We were just leaving," he said stiffly as he grabbed onto Randy's hand and pulled her along with him.
"I won't tell, Winner. I'll just keep this between us. It could be useful if I ever decided to blackmail you," Bobby said with a sly smile. He looked over at Randy. "I hope I have a chance to kiss you someday."
Randy flushed again as the door closed behind Bobby and Patricia. She looked back at Vaughn as he tugged her down the hall. "You're mad."
"Is that so?"
"That's the vibe I'm getting from you."
He paused and pulled her into a deserted stairwell. "I'm not happy with being caught."
She propped her hands on her hips. "Well neither am I, but we were. There's not much we can do about it now."
"He's planning to blackmail me with that information," Vaughn hissed.
"Well, it doesn't seem like he would be doing it anytime soon!" Randy retorted.
All ten of his fingers shoved their way through his platinum hair before they fell to his sides. "I just wish we weren't caught. And I saw him flirting with Veronica earlier and you said he's kissed her already. And he's looking forward to kissing you? Over my dead body."
A finely arched brow was raised from his comment. "You object?"
"Damn right I do. He's a bastard. He's kissed Veronica, wants to kiss you, and right now, he's making out with Patricia Droidida. He doesn't deserve Veronica or you and I don't know why you would even think he's good looking."
A soft smile touched her lips. "Vaughn, I would never let him kiss me. I don't like him quite that much even if he's good looking. You're much better looking than he is and probably a better kisser too."
The corner of his mouth twitched a bit. "You think so?"
"Would I lie?"
"No."
"I didn't think so."
Vaughn grinned at her and chucked her under the chin. "You are a piece of work, Randy Maxwell."
"You are too, Vaughn Winner," Randy said as she grinned back.
However, his smile faded into a serious expression. "But, we can't risk getting caught again. It's too dangerous and I don't want more people to find out. Like your brothers and your father for instance."
She nodded with understanding. "I know. I think the kissing practice served its purpose. We have what we need to be great kissers."
"So our lessons are at an end?"
"I guess so."
"Thank you, Randy. You are one hell of a kisser," he teased as he pressed a kiss on her cheek.
"So are you," she replied as she pressed a kiss on his cheek as well.
Right then, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. The two of them left the stairwell and went to their lockers before going to their respective classes.
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Randy sat in her stats class, not paying attention. She was idly tapped her pencil on her open textbook. She was too busy thinking of the last kiss Vaughn and her engaged in. Even thinking about it, made her skin feel warm and her lips tingle. "That was certainly a new experience for me. I never thought in a million years that he would kiss me like that. I could almost feel my bones literally melting. He's kissed my socks off." Her eyes went to the back of Veronica's head in the seat in front of her. A slight frown crossed her face. "And he likes her. Vaughn is so hopelessly in love with her, but he seems to know that she doesn't care for him that way. I don't understand why she doesn't look at him the same way I know I do. I care about him a great deal, I could even say that part of me loves him." She sighed and thumped the eraser end of her pencil on the desk a few times. "Man, what I wouldn't do to have someone care about me the way that Vaughn seems to care about Ver."
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In Vaughn's history class, he was halfheartedly listening to the teacher's lecture on twentieth century Europe. His mind was resting on Randy and that kiss. "That kiss. Damn that was such a good kiss. If I had known that she tasted like that, I would have done it that way, months ago. Donavon is missing a great deal right there, but then again, he wouldn't know what to do with a pretty girl if his life depended on it. I know he's in love with her, but I swore I wouldn't tell. I shouldn't have promised. But that kiss. Randy. By Allah, she's going to kiss his pants off like she did me." A hint of a smirk lit his lips. He liked kissing her, more than he would like to admit. But he knew she liked Donavon. He sighed. "In a way, I wish I didn't have to stop kissing her. I could kiss her hours on end. I wish Veronica liked me in the way that Donavon and Randy like each other. I guess I'm just not meant to have her. But at least I'll have the memories of Randy's sweet lips to keep me company. What I wouldn't do to have her as my girl."
A/N: Young adolescent crushes bring back so many memories (sighs). Well, anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Stay tuned for more! XOXO!!
