Chapter One-Hundred and Thirteen
The next day, school seemed to pass in a blur. John sat through every class in complete silence, occasionally dosing off or choosing to doodle a half-assed drawing in his notebook. Finally, the bell rang and he could escape this prison. He stopped at Claire's last class of the day, waiting as long as he could stand before he walked in and grabbed her hand. Despite the fact that he would probably get cleared to drive on Monday, he still needed her to give him a ride to work.
Claire chuckled, seeing the pent-up energy coursing through him. "Someone's feeling better today."
John wrinkled his nose at her, sticking his tongue out.
Claire smirked, taking his tongue between her lips like he sometimes did. She could taste the mint of his gum and the tea that Clarissa had made for him that morning, the mint mixing with his natural flavor. She felt him kiss her, his lips warm and chapped against hers. She could feel a little scab on the lower one where it had cracked when he'd bitten it the night before.
John pressed closer to her, placing his hands just below her shoulder blades where the strap to her bra rested. He slipped his fingers under the strap, wishing that her shirt wasn't in the way so he could undo it -though he had no idea how a bra actually worked. He moaned as she pushed her tongue farther into his mouth, letting her feel him as he felt her.
She pulled back slightly, letting her hands slip into his back pockets. "Do you even know how a bra clasp works?" She asked, giggling as his fingers fumbled as he messed with it.
He gave her a fake glare, his thick brows dropping lower over his eyes.
She shook her head, giving his butt a little squeeze before turning to go to the car. "Come on. You're gonna be late." She picked up her pace as he jogged toward her, telling him she wanted to race without using the words.
John shook his head, letting his long legs eat up the ground as he ran. His shadow flew over the pavement, the feeling of the wind in his hair making him feel freer than he'd ever been in his life. He smiled, knowing that even though he needed to be grounded in life, that he was still able to fly.
Claire watched as he kicked up his pace even more, taking in the joy on his face as he sprinted past her. She gave a little grin, noticing how he almost seemed to fly over the ground; realizing for the first time that he was her wings and she was his anchor. She was the one who kept him calm and safe, the one who held him to his home and kept him from being lost in the storm… and he was the one who let her fly and be free, he was her wings and the air that carried her to new lands.