I was standing by my locker at school when I saw Angela on the other side of the hallway chatting with her gang of friends or what you should call them, she probably controlled them as much as her brother controlled his gang. She was smiling from ear to ear and laughed too loud. And then suddenly her smile turned to a frown and her glimmering eyes became icy, she followed someone who walked by with her icy eyes and I thought, wow she really doesn't like that person. And then I realized it was Pony who walked by.
Guess she got sick of waiting for him to make a move, like he ever would have. He's just too shy around girl and he probably didn't like her anyways, maybe he didn't even realize that her inviting him to a party meant something. He could be a little slow when it came to girls, but I guess he will grow out of it soon enough. To bad for Angela I thought as I packed my bag and left school.
I stood with my fist clenched to knock on the door but I was so nervous, I wasn't sure I wanted to knock but then my hand just reach up and did it and I was left to hope that nobody was home. I drew a sharp breath and was just about to turn around and walk away when the door swung open. I looked up and met the black eyes of Mrs Shepard. She smiled softly at me and motioned for me to come in. I stood in their hall fidgeting, not knowing where to look or what to do.
"Yes dear?" she said in perfect English. I was confused, wasn't she Puerto Rican, and didn't she speak Spanish last time I was here. Why did she if she could speak English?
"Ehh…is Tim home?" I managed to get out while I fixed my eyes on the worn out carpet on the floor.
"He's in his room, you go on up dear" she said and began to walk towards the kitchen.
That was strange I thought as I walked up the stairs, her English was so perfect it was almost as if it was english English. And why was she so nice, she hadn't been very nice to her son that time, if it was her who had hit him, but maybe it wasn't. But there must have been a reason why Tim wouldn't speak with her before he drove me to school.
His door was a bit open and I approached it carefully. As I scanned the room from outside the door I saw Tim laying on the bed reading a book and smoking, the record player was playing a Rolling Stones album. I knocked on his door and he looked over the edges of the book at me and smiled. His eyes showed confusion and surprise, but he still looked happy. He tossed the book away, without marking the page he had been reading I noticed and sat up in bed, leaning against the wall, the cigarette still between his lips.
"What gives me the pleasure of this visit?" he said smirking, I stood in the doorway not knowing what to do with myself.
"Don't just stand there…" he said putting out his cigarette in the ashtray "…come, sit down" he patted the bed beside him and I walked over and sat down. He sat a couple of inches away from me and he looked at me questiongly. I suddenly couldn't remember what I had wanted to say to him so I absentmindedly picked the book up to see what it was, East of Eden. It looked well-read and I looked to see if it had any library stamps on it, but it didn't. All the while Tim had his eyes on me, searching.
"What're you doing?" he asked.
"Ehh…just looking" I said and looked up to meet his eyes, they were blue again, dark blue like a stormy ocean.
"You came here to look at a book?" he asked teasing me. Fine I thought here goes nothing.
"No, actually I came to talk" I kept looking at him and I saw him draw a deep breath and rub his eyes with his hands. He looked tired. But I didn't care; I just wanted to get this over with.
"I just wanted to tell you that you were never nothing to me, I don't go home with just any guy…" He smirked at that and then he fixed his eyes on his hands "…you're not any guy Tim, I really like you"
I was glad I had said it but his silence was pressing and I felt nervous, he just kept staring at his hands not saying a word not even giving me any hint whether he had listened or not. I couldn't take it anymore and I got of off the bed and walked over to the door to walk home and try to repair my wounded pride. But I didn't get very far cause Tim walked up to me from behind and threw his arms around me, he turned me around so I was facing his chest and then he leaned down and kissed me, his lips were so soft and warm and his tongue flicked gently over my bottom lip. Then he drew away and burrowed his head in my neck and I heard him whisper.
"You're not nothing either" I felt my heart beat faster and more loudly in my chest and I let my hands wander up his arms to his neck where they tangled in his thick hair. I felt him kiss my neck, his hands on my hips moving me closer to him. While he was kissing and nibbling at my neck he backed me over to the bed and when I fell down I dragged him along with me. He was so warm on me almost burning, it made me giggle and he immediately shifted to give me more space mumbling a quick;
"Sorry"
I pulled him close again and when he rolled over on his back I got on top of him, straddling him. I leaned down and kissed him, more forcefully then he had kissed me, signalling to him that it was ok to be a bit rough. He got the picture and his hands started to wander over my body, massaging my breasts while I rubbed against him.
Afterwards he was laying on his back with his eyes closed; he wasn't sleeping because he was still breathing normally. I was resting on my elbow looking at him. His eyelashes were so long, black and curved, I wished I had eyelashes like that. I let my hand trail down his forehead down his straight nose to his perfect lips that where now red and swollen. From his chin I moved my fingers up his left cheek, trailing the scar. He didn't flinch or anything and I felt my heart swell at the thought that he trusted me.
"Wanna go to a party tonight?" he suddenly asked cracking an eye open to look at me, his eyes were black again and it was almost impossible to tell that they in fact were blue.
"I'll pick you up at eight, ok?" he smiled at me, showing his teeth and I realized he actually had a tiny dimple in his right cheek. I smiled back at him.
"Sure, tonight's the school dance but sure…" he looked at me his eye searching mine probably to see if I really meant it which I did. I wasn't interested in the school dance but I had told Pony I might go. Tim nodded to him self apparently happy with what he had seen in my eyes. It wasn't fair that he could see my emotions in my eyes and I couldn't see shit in his.
"Eight then" he said to confirm it and I nodded leaning down to kiss him.
Cute ain't it? Hope you like it!
