Chapter 2 - The Kiss
By the end of the day, I was sick of doing school work. I went to the cafeteria, wondering if I might have a chance at seeing Owen again. Looking around, I didn't even notice Val walking up to me, Catrina trailing behind her. She looked at me, then gave me a light smack on the arm. Jumping from the stinging sensation, I looked at her.
"Oh, hey. What's up?" I smiled at Catrina. Her blonde hair was pulled into a tight bun at the base of her neck, and her brown eyes looking around the open cafeteria, obviously searching for her other friends. Catrina wasn't very accepting that I was Val's friend. I always got the feeling like she wanted to be elsewhere, or at any moment, she was going to steal Val away, which immediately made competition between the two of us. Val stated, "I just wanted to let you know that I'll be outside if you need me," as she walked off with Catrina at her side.
I looked around the now crowded cafeteria, not spotting Owen anywhere. I sat down abruptly, annoyed by my need to seek him out.
"Looking for someone?" a familiar voice asked me from behind. My cheeks blushed as I turned around to see Owen standing there, his brown hair tousled by the way he runs his hand through it when he's nervous. He smiled at me, making my heart melt.
"Uh, not anyone in particular," I said, trying to sound convincing. I bent over, and unzipped my book bag, getting out my math book, but not intending to do anything with it.
"Do you want to go walk around?" he asked me, trying to get me to look into his eyes.
I looked up, letting him succeed in catching my attention. I stumbled for words. "Um, I-I guess so." I left my bag sitting on the floor by my chair and stood up, straightening my shirt. "Where do you want to go?"
"No place in particular," he joked, flashing me a grin.
We walked through the hallways, talking about our likes and dislikes, classes, even our families. I don't know how many times we walked around the school. He stopped and I dared a glance at him. He caught my eyes with his own and took a step closer to me. I felt his soft hand on my chin and his other on my hip, pulling me closer. He tilted my head up and softly brushed his lips upon mine, taking my breath away. I deepened the kiss a little, my mind empty but for this moment... and a pin point annoyance at the back of it. I shyly pulled away, still holding his waist. I was so consumed by his eyes, his lips, that everything around me seemed out of focus.
I looked at my watch reluctantly, shocked that my ride home was supposed to be picking me up right then. "I have to go," I said, more loudly than needed.
He squeezed my hand one last time, and without looking back I ran to get my bag and headed out of there.
By the end of the day, I was sick of doing school work. I went to the cafeteria, wondering if I might have a chance at seeing Owen again. Looking around, I didn't even notice Val walking up to me, Catrina trailing behind her. She looked at me, then gave me a light smack on the arm. Jumping from the stinging sensation, I looked at her.
"Oh, hey. What's up?" I smiled at Catrina. Her blonde hair was pulled into a tight bun at the base of her neck, and her brown eyes looking around the open cafeteria, obviously searching for her other friends. Catrina wasn't very accepting that I was Val's friend. I always got the feeling like she wanted to be elsewhere, or at any moment, she was going to steal Val away, which immediately made competition between the two of us. Val stated, "I just wanted to let you know that I'll be outside if you need me," as she walked off with Catrina at her side.
I looked around the now crowded cafeteria, not spotting Owen anywhere. I sat down abruptly, annoyed by my need to seek him out.
"Looking for someone?" a familiar voice asked me from behind. My cheeks blushed as I turned around to see Owen standing there, his brown hair tousled by the way he runs his hand through it when he's nervous. He smiled at me, making my heart melt.
"Uh, not anyone in particular," I said, trying to sound convincing. I bent over, and unzipped my book bag, getting out my math book, but not intending to do anything with it.
"Do you want to go walk around?" he asked me, trying to get me to look into his eyes.
I looked up, letting him succeed in catching my attention. I stumbled for words. "Um, I-I guess so." I left my bag sitting on the floor by my chair and stood up, straightening my shirt. "Where do you want to go?"
"No place in particular," he joked, flashing me a grin.
We walked through the hallways, talking about our likes and dislikes, classes, even our families. I don't know how many times we walked around the school. He stopped and I dared a glance at him. He caught my eyes with his own and took a step closer to me. I felt his soft hand on my chin and his other on my hip, pulling me closer. He tilted my head up and softly brushed his lips upon mine, taking my breath away. I deepened the kiss a little, my mind empty but for this moment... and a pin point annoyance at the back of it. I shyly pulled away, still holding his waist. I was so consumed by his eyes, his lips, that everything around me seemed out of focus.
I looked at my watch reluctantly, shocked that my ride home was supposed to be picking me up right then. "I have to go," I said, more loudly than needed.
He squeezed my hand one last time, and without looking back I ran to get my bag and headed out of there.