Sorry it took so long for me to get up I just never had time to get on the computer. And I've had homework due. Stupid school. Please review my story... I will love you forever if you do.


The pizza guy came quickly and Clark put a video on for us to watch. The only movie he could find was Titanic. I've only seen it twice. Once with Sam because she forced me to watch it (She was mad about Leonardo DiCapiro) and the second time with my brother but I wasn't sure why he wanted to see it. I never liked it. It's a sappy chick-flick. Chick-flicks usually bore me to tears. I looked over at Clark and he seemed pretty bored too. I went to grab another slice of pizza when Clark done the same. He grabbed my hand instead. I quickly turned and looked at him then he lifted his hand and I picked up a slice of the pizza.

"Are you actually watching this crap?" I asked Clark just before I took a bite from my pizza.

"Oh yeah, I really wanna find out what happens to Jack and... whatever her name is," Clark said sarcastically. I laughed a little, but almost choked on the piece of pizza which was still in my mouth. Whilst Clark turned the TV off, I snagged the last piece of pizza. But then he noticed and tried to take it from me.

"I got it fair and square farmboy! It's mine!" He was trying to climb over me to get the pizza when he slipped and fell on top of me. We were face-to-face now and I could smell his pepperoni and garlic breath. Gross. He started moving closer to my face. He was going to kiss me. But, I didn't push away, I kissed him back. It was the most amazing kiss I had ever had. Just then (at the worst possible time), his parents walked in and we were making out on their sofa. We stopped right away and sat up. His father walked into the sitting room after he put his coat away.

"Hi dad. Your back soon," Clark said, trying to make conversation but he said the dumbest things. His parents had been gone for almost two hours. If I had said something like that to my dad, he would totally know that I was hiding something for him.

"OK son. So what have you two been doing?" His father asked when we started tidying up the pizza box and all the other mess we made.

"Oh... just ordered in some pizza and watched a movie. Well, we'll be upstairs if you need us," Clark told him as we hurried up the stairs and into his room. As soon as I walked into the room, I started laughing, as did Clark. Just as I stopped, my cell started ringing. It was my dad calling me.

"Hi dad."

"Peyton, where the hell are you? When I got home, Jennifer told me you left without telling her where you would be."

"As if you care. I'm at I friend's house. That's all you need to know."

"Hunny, I do care. I always need to know where you are in case something happens to you and I don't know where you are. What friend are you with?"

"You don't need to know. I'll be home later." And with that said, I hung up. I hate talking to my dad. God, I'm seventeen years old and he treats me like I'm afcuking five year old which really, really makes me angry.

"Sorry about that," I said to Clark. He was listening in on all the conversation. I didn't want to upset him or anything since he has a great relationship with his dad and my dad is a stupid bastard.

"It's OK. I see what you mean... about you dad and everything." I didn't actually believe him since he's got the perfect family but I didn't mind.

I sat down on the bed beside Clark and he moved closer towards me. We started making out again. He rolled me onto his bed and now I was under him. He started undressing me, starting with my shirt. But as he undid my pants I pushed him away. He looked hurt when I did that but I didn't want to do what he was wanting.

"I'm sorry Clark. I just don't know you well enough yet." Complete lie, I know. But that wasn't the whole truth. I just didn't want to tell him that I've already lost my virginity. I buttoned up my shirt and got off the bed. "Could you take me home?"

"Sure, OK. I'm just gonna get a soda or something, you want one?" I shook my head then followed Clark downstairs. I grabbed my jacket and headed outside towards the truck. Clark came a few minutes late and started the car up. We never spoke the whole ride home. I only whispered goodbye to him and walked into my house. I ran right to my room, locked the door and never went anywhere else the entire night.