AN: This is the last part of the first chapter! I hope you guys like it! Let me know in a review who your favorite character is so far and who you would like to see more of. I'm open for questions either here or on the tumblr, so feel free to shoot me a message if you have any questions!
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While her first day at McKinley had been awful, Kalyani's second was even worse. After being met with a slushie facial within ten minutes of getting to the school, she found herself running late for her first class after changing into the spare shirt she had brought. Her math teacher Mrs. Houston had not taken her tardiness lightly, and proceeded to spend the first six minutes of class monologuing about the importance of punctuality. Afterwards she made Kalyani introduce herself to the class, which felt both mortifying and unnecessary. It wasn't like any of the kids were paying attention. Well, except a pretty cheerio who watched her with dark eyes.
"Go sit next to Arcelia, I'm sure she'll be a good influence on you," Mrs. Houston told Kalyani, and waved a hand in the dark-eyed cheerio's direction. Kalyani's stomach dropped as she recognised the cheerio as one of Emilia's closest associates.
All class Kalyani waited for something to go wrong. She was expecting Arcelia to kick her shins under the desk, leave a bloody tampon in her backpack or at the very least give her the wrong answers to the problems. But when Mrs. Houston called on her the answers Arcelia had helped her find were right.
"Smart and pretty, who knew, right?" Was all Arcelia said when Kalyani thanked her for her help. As soon as class ended Arcelia left, not saying goodbye, but also not insulting her. It all felt a little ominous, but with the amount of outright hostility she was receiving at McKinley, she would take some ominous non-threats any day.
Kalyani's blissful existence under the radar didn't last for long though. When she stopped by her locker to pick up her books she spotted them. Two football players, both wearing letterman jackets and carrying cups. Big cups without lids.
Slamming her locker shut and scurrying down the hall Kalyani desperately looked for a place to hide. Anywhere would do, a locker, a classroom, the boys' bathroom, so long as she got in unseen or found a teacher, but she didn't think hiding in a teacher's skirts was going to help her for long.
Feeling the boys catching up to her Kalyani ducked in the first open door she found. It brought her crashing into the back of another letterman jacket and at first Kalyani was sure she was in for an ambush and even more slushies thrown in her face, but then she noticed the boy's hands were empty and he was looking at her with a surprised, but not hostile face.
"Sorry," Kalyani mumbled, throwing a look over her shoulder to see the jocks standing outside of the room, slushies ready in their hands. Turning back to the room Kalyani found the blonde boy was not the only one in the room. In fact there were four others in the room, one of whom, Kalyani thanked the Gods, was a teacher. Not that the other cheerleading coach was very intimidating despite being ridiculously tall. Kalyani had yet to meet his sister so she didn't know which looked the least threatening, but so far Kalyani's money was on her.
"Are you here to audition?" Coach Elliott asked, and from the puppy-levels of excitement she saw on his face she could tell her money was well-placed. Kalyani glanced around the room again trying to figure out what she could possibly be auditioning for in this room. The entire room was filled with trophies, most of them a little dusty. Unless you needed to audition for trophy-cleaning club she really didn't know what they'd be doing in here. "We were just going to clean the choir room today, but you're free to audition now if you want to?"
A quick glance out the door at the still-lurking jocks was all Kalyani needed to say yes.
"Great!" The coach said, and asked if she had a song ready. When she didn't he suggested that she just sing along with the music while they cleaned up. As the other kids began moving trophies unto a trolley, coach Elliott turned the music on.
Kalyani was surprised at the Ed Sheehan song, she had expected something more along the lines of Kanye, or Michael Jackson, or whatever else men in tracksuits listen to. As the verse began Kalyani sang along a little timidly.
The club isn't the best place to find a lover
So the bar is where I go
Me and my friends at the table doing shots
Drinking fast and then we talk slow
Come over and start up a conversation with just me
And trust me I'll give it a chance now
Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox
And then we start to dance, and now I'm singing like
When they got to the chorus she found herself singing a little louder and heard the blonde girl, who Kalyani thought she remembered from math class, chimed in with a harmony. They were all working as they sang, carrying out trophies and sweeping the floor. Occasionally Dakota would grab a girl as she passed and spin her around. The blonde, Stella, took especially well to the dancing and moved effortlessly to the beat.
Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don't mind me
Say, boy, let's not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead
I'm in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do
Although my heart is falling too
I'm in love with your body
And last night you were in my room
And now my bedsheets smell like you
Every day discovering something brand new
I'm in love with your body
Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I
I'm in love with your body
Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I
I'm in love with your body
Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I
I'm in love with your body
Every day discovering something brand new
I'm in love with the shape of you
By the second verse they were all singing and dancing around. Kalyani found herself throwing a trophy at Dakota who caught it and spun around with it like it was his dance partner. That prompted a round of everyone grabbing the nearest trophy and dancing with it. Dakota mouthing the words and miming his seduction of a particularly tall trophy had everyone in stitches.
One week in we let the story begin
We're going out on our first date
You and me are thrifty, so go all you can eat
Fill up your bag and I fill up a plate
We talk for hours and hours about the sweet and the sour
And how your family is doing okay
Leave and get in a taxi, then kiss in the backseat
Tell the driver make the radio play, and I'm singing like
Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don't mind me
Say, boy, let's not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead
I'm in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do
Although my heart is falling too
I'm in love with your body
And last night you were in my room
And now my bedsheets smell like you
Every day discovering something brand new
I'm in love with your body
Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I
I'm in love with your body
Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I
I'm in love with your body
Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I
I'm in love with your body
Every day discovering something brand new
I'm in love with the shape of you
During the bridge Kalyani clapped the rhythm on her trophy, sparking the trend among the other glee clubbers. Katrina and Hazel added extra harmonies on top of the ones already in the song. Coach Elliott had already done two trips down the hall to whatever secondary location he was taking the trophies too, leaving his students to joke around and sing with increasing joy and folly.
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
I'm in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do
Although my heart is falling too
I'm in love with your body
Last night you were in my room
And now my bedsheets smell like you
Every day discovering something brand new
I'm in love with your body
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
I'm in love with your body
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
I'm in love with your body
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
I'm in love with your body
Every day discovering something brand new
I'm in love with the shape of you
Towards the end of the song Dakota was spinning a trophy with reckless abandon causing him to crash into Katrina and sending them both tumbling to the floor. When they fell Stella jumped out of their way, colliding with Kalyani in the process and leaving them on the floor too. The last to fall was Hazel who had been walking backwards to get a better look at the positioning of a picture of an older lady, when she tripped over Dakota's feet.
"Are you guys okay?" Was all Everett could say when he walked back into the choir room and found his entire glee club in a heap on the floor, all roaring with laughter. None of them could give a straight answers because they were laughing so hard. Everett decided it didn't matter.
"We've got a lot of girls showing up this year," Everett remarked as he walked into the gym where Lorelei sat behind a table with a clipboard. A group of about two dozen girls stood in a clump in the middle of the gym, all looking sheepishly around. Some were stretching, some fiddling awkwardly with their gym shorts and a few were pretending to stretch but were really just showing off their flexibility. Lorelei simply nodded and told Everett to go get the potential cheerleaders warmed up.
"Why isn't she here?" Lorelei asked Emilia coldly as the head cheerleader appeared by her side a single sheet of paper. Emilia held her head up high and looked at the girls running in circles with Everett leading them. When there was only one cheerleading coach it was usually the head cheerleaders job to warm up the new recruits, but Everett tended to volunteer for jobs anyone else would find tiresome. Emilia supposed that's why he had started the glee club too. No one else would.
"I'm working on it, coach," Emilia replied, keeping her voice steady. "She wasn't as excited about the opportunity as I thought she would be."
"Of course she wasn't, she's too good to be a cheerleader," Lorelei sighed, and something in her eyes took Emilia aback. Getting the new girl on the team seemed to matter more to Lorelei than Emilia had thought. She had figured it was just about getting a good cheerio for the team, but Lorelei looked almost sad that Kalyani hadn't shown. "Just get her on the team before camp next weekend."
"Yes, coach," Emilia replied, turning back to look at the girls who were all out of breath already. Not even Everett's encouragements gave them the will to lift their knees higher in their high knee jogs. "But coach, why is she so important?"
"Because she's who I used to be," Lorelei replied before grabbing the wheels of her chair and wheeling herself out among the panting teens. "Alright ladies, let's begin! Get in line and when I call your name step forward."
Kalyani easily hoisted herself up unto the beam, balancing effortlessly. Hazel stood back watching as the other girl shifter her weight back and forth between her legs. The beam wasn't quite steady, but Hazel had seen Kalyani working to get it as tight as she could. It was quaking less than Hazel had ever seen it. She felt like a little bit of a creep standing in the back of the small gym, or the mini-gym as students affectionately called it, watching someone who clearly thought they were alone, but there was something very serene about watching Kalyani run through her warm-up on the beam. Everything she did was graceful and seemed effortless, everything Hazel's mother wanted her to be. Hazel had taken some pride in her gymnastic ability, even been one of the better gymnasts on the time, not that she ever competed. Watching as Kalyani easily transferred all her weight unto her hands, then let go of the beam with one hand, supporting her entire bodyweight with one arm, Hazel could tell that she had been bumped down a notch or two.
Hazel stood watching in awe as Kalyani shifted back unto her legs and stood at the very front of the beam. Like it was the most natural thing in the world, Kalyani performed a back handspring , landing seemingly lightly back on her feet. Hazel only had about a second to think Kalyani's form had been perfect when the beam broke. Kalyani tumbled to the floor, cursing loudly.
"Are you okay?" Hazel scurried over to the other girl, who looked up at her with surprise and indignation. Hazel hadn't realised that she would blow her cover if she ran forward, but she'd be damned if Kalyani had hurt herself and she didn't do anything to help. Looking at Kalyani's right arm she saw a large red scrape, probably from where her arm had come into contacts with the beam on her way down.
"I'm fine," Kalyani replied brusquely, but took Hazel's outstretched hand before getting up. She rubbed her sore arm and winced at the pain, but refused when Hazel suggested she go see the nurse. "Tis but a scratch."
"Just a flesh wound," Hazel added, sharing a smile with the other girl. "I'm Hazel by the way, we're in Glee together."
"I know, I hit my arm, not my head," Kalyani replied, but there was a playful edge to her voice. "So does all you equipment suck this back?"
"Pretty much," Hazel said, looking around at the vault that had long ago faded from bright red to a dull pink, the too thin floor pads and the bars that probably weren't even legal.
"And no one does anything about it?"
"No," Hazel said, a little bitter. "I tried writing an article in the school newspaper about it last year, but apparently we don't have enough members and we don't win anything, so we're not worth the funding."
"You don't win anything?" Kalyani quirked an eyebrow at the other girl. "I might be able to help with that. How do I get to the principal's office?"
"Hey, Mark, guess what?" Stella asked her brother as she slid into the passenger seat of his car. Before her brother could answer Stella pulled her uniform out of her bag. "I made the cheerios!"
"Congrats, Stella!" Mark high-fived his sister before reaching back and grabbing a letterman jacket from the backseat. "And I made the football team!"
"Like that was a surprise," Stella smiled and gently rolled her eyes at her brother. He had always been an athlete and the star of the basketball team back in England. Now that they'd moved to America he had joked about expanding his horizons and trying something drastically different; American football.
"No more of a surprise than you making the cheerleading squad," Mark grinned at his little sister and started up the car. "So are you only going to date footballplayers now?"
"Yes," Stella replied, running a hand through her hair and shaking it out.
"Got your eye on any?"
"Yes," Stella said coyly, with an exaggerated inhale. "All of them."
"All of them?"
"All of the footballplayers," she said, doing her American accent. Mark couldn't help but giggle. If there was one thing his little sister couldn't do it was accents. Somehow her American one seemed to be the worst one of all. "Don't laugh, I'm trying so hard!"
"I know," Mark said between fits of laughter. "That's why it's so funny."
"Git," Stella said, trying to repress a smile. Try as she might she could never really be angry with Mark. "I also joined the Glee club."
"You did?" Mark asked, regaining his composure as he turned left towards the cul-de-sac where they lived.
"Yes, it's fun," Stella said. "You could join too you know, it's really fun."
"Nah, I don't think that's for me, Stellie," Mark wrinkled his nose as he turned into their driveway. When he saw her face fall he reminded her that their dad was making her favourite for dinner that night. Stella would've appreciated the reminder if he hadn't said in his best impression of her awful American accent. "Blueberry pancakes."
"Git," Stella said in a jokingly resentful manner as she exited the car and closed the door behind her.
When Kalyani stomped down the hallway on her way to her locker Bai could tell something was wrong. She was practically seething, slamming her fist into her locker and throwing the contents of her bag into it. Kalyani being angry wasn't something new. He'd known her for only two days, but each time he'd seen her she'd either started out aggressive or gotten there pretty quickly. Something seemed a little different about her now though. Her anger seemed more contained, more like she was focused on something and nothing around her mattered.
"You all right?" He said softly, not looking at her and still emptying his backpack into his locker. When she glanced over at him he could tell her eyes are a little misty, but she didn't look at him for long and kept shoving books into her locker. Somehow she seemed to always have an endless supply of books ready to be angrily shoved into lockers.
"I'm fine," she mumbled, clearly lying. Tobias was about to leave when he caught sight of Todd and another football player headed past them. He shifted his weight back so his body was between them and Kalyani. Kalyani didn't notice, but was halfway into her locker digging for something. Before Tobias could think of anything to say to comfort her she closed her locker and hurried down the hall, leaving him alone.
When Everett walked in Monday morning for their first actual rehearsal, he found a cheerio sitting on the piano. She was golden-skinned and laughing with two other cheerios who stood by her. All three of them had their long raven hair up in the cheerios ponytails and Everett recognised them as Arcelia Cortez, Sofia Flores and Elena Pérez.
"Coach Elliott," all three greeted him in that kind of eerie synchronisation Lorelei insisted on.
"I'm auditioning for the glee club," Arcelia informed him casually from her spot on the piano. For the first time Everett noticed that his entire glee club, that is the four people who had audition the day before, were sitting on chairs waiting for him. He also noticed a mousy-haired boy sitting on the piano bench, nervousness radiating from him. The boy looked like he'd never been that close to girls before, let alone three pretty cheerleaders.
"Great," Everett smiled, sat down in a chair with the rest of his club, and motioned for Arcelia and the others to begin whenever they were ready. On Celia's cue the boy began playing a simple melody while Elena and Sofia snapped the beat with their fingers. Celia stayed perched on top of the piano, sitting with her legs crossed. Her voice was breathy and almost raspy, and she looked seductively at her small audience.
(Arcelia, (Sofia and Elena))
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There's somethin' 'bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
When she got to the first verse she slipped off the piano, taking her place between the two other girls. She effortlessly transitioned into Spanish for the verse, leading the two other girls in a simple dance routine. Everett already knew the girls could dance, but he enjoyed getting to see them perform something they had done on their own, instead of something Lorelei had choreographed for them. He looked over at the other glee club members and saw all of them smiling and bobbing their heads to the music.
Él vino a buscarme y ahí lo supe (uh)
(Vi clara su actitud)
Me dijo: "son tantas las que ya tuve" (uh)
(Pero me faltas tú)
No puedo soltarte, no seas tan cruel (hey)
(Desde esa noche azul)
Mi papa me dice que malo es él (uh)
¿Qué más puedo hacer?
Ooh-ooh-ooh, lo supe en un segundo
Él cambiaría mi mundo
Ya no puedo más
Ooh-ooh-ooh, es que me duele mucho
Decir adiós, oh na-na-na-na-na
As she danced Celia couldn't help but think of her summer romance. Her song choice hadn't been as random as she'd pretended to Elena and Sofia. She'd chosen that song because it expressed how she felt. Also it gave her an opportunity to show off her dancing and that she was bilingual. Not bad in less than three minutes.
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na
For the last part of the song the three girls circled around each other, still doing their steps. It was one of the things Celia had learned in dance class would keep a simple repetitive choreography still looking interesting. She hadn't had all that much time to choreograph the number and teach it to the other girls, so she was happy with the result. Looking at the rest of the glee club they seemed impressed enough. Maybe being in this stupid club wasn't going to be so bad after all.
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Take me back to my Havana…
During the last chorus Celia and the two other girls made they way back to the piano and posed seductively.
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ayy, ayy)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na
The small audience burst into applause as soon as the trio finished. The three girls smiled at each other before Elena and Sofia excused themselves. Everett tried asking if they wanted to join the club, but they just giggled and said they couldn't sing.
"I'd actually like to stay, coach Everett, if that's okay," the boy at the piano asked nervously. His voice was clearly still changing and it seemed that every word was an effort. "I don't really sing, but I like to play when other people sing."
"That's great," Everett said, a little confused about how Celia, who exuded confidence, knew this kid who struggled to say full sentences in front of people. The kid was a good piano player though, so Everett figured he wouldn't question the apparent friendship that was going on. "That's fantastic actually! Welcome aboard, both of you!"
Everett switched places with Arcelia and the boy who had introduced himself as Jackson, and began throwing around ideas for numbers the group wanted to do.
If someone had told Kalyani earlier that day that after school she'd be having milkshakes with the best friend of the girl who's sole purpose seemed to be to make Kalyani's life miserable, she would've thought they were crazy. Nevertheless she found herself in a booth at the Great Shakesby sitting across from Arcelia Cortez with an Oreo milkshake in front of her.
After glee club Celia had grabbed her and offered to take her out for "expiatory sacrificial milkshakes". At first Kalyani had refused, figuring it was a trick, but when Celia backed off as soon as Kalyani declined she changed her mind. If Celia was willing to let it go that easily there probably wasn't a lot of time or effort put into the prank. if there were one.
"So why did you invite me here?" Kalyani asked, looking up from her milkshake.
"Would you believe me if I said I just thought you needed a friend?" Kalyani shook her head. "Didn't think so. Will you believe it if I say it's because I want to help you?"
"No."
"Well, you should, because that one is true," Celia said, looking Kalyani square in the eye. Nothing in Celia's face told Kalyani that she was lying, but then again she was sure Celia knew how to hide her lies. "I've seen what everyone's been doing to you, and I thought someone should put a stop to it."
"I don't need your help," Kalyani said stubbornly, crossing her arms on the table and looking out the window, away from the other girl.
"Of course you don't," Celia said simply, lazily circling her straw in her strawberry milkshake. "I just know what Em can be like when she feels threatened."
Celia let the remark hang in the air between them, casually taking a sip of her milkshake and looking out the window.
"Threatened?"
"Yeah," Celia said matter-of-factly. "You didn't get that? Emilia feels her position as captain is jeopardised because Coach Elliott wants you to badly. In a non-sexual way."
"Why?"
"Because Em has been fighting to be head cheerleader since she was a Freshman," Celia said conspiratorially, leaning over the table towards Kali. "She's petrified that you'll just swoop in and steal her spot."
"But I don't want to be a cheerleader," Kalyani protested. "Why doesn't she get that?"
"Whether you want to be a cheerleader of not isn't the point," Celia said, a wicked gleam in her eye. "The point is that Coach Elliott wants you to be a cheerleader, and that gives you power."
Kalyani was taken aback, not for the first time in her conversation with Celia. She hadn't thought about the cheerleading coach wanting her on the team as a good thing, only the reason Emilia and the other jocks and cheerios made her life miserable. Celia reframing it as her having the power in the situation and Emilia being the desperate one put everything into perspective. A new, confusing perspective, but one with more options.
"So how do I get her to stop harassing me?" Kalyani asked the other girl, feeling like a child in need of guidance. Arcelia's smug face reminded Kalyani of a cat who had just sighted an especially fat bird.
"If you can't beat 'em, join 'em," she simply shrugged, but her smirk told Kalyani she wasn't done talking. "Join the cheerios."
"What?"
"Look, I don't know why coach Elliott wants you," Celia elaborated, leaning back in her seat. "But I'm guessing you've got the makings of a great cheerio. So join us, and show Little Miss Lima that you can cheer circles around her."
Kalyani leaned back in her seat and thought for a moment. An involuntary smile spread across her face and she raised her milkshake to Celia, who did the same.
"Cheers," they both said and clinked their glasses together.
After walking Kalyani to Coach Elliott's office Tuesday morning Arcelia headed towards her locker to get her books for her next class. She had just shoved her textbook into her bag and closed her locker when she saw him.
She noticed him before he saw her. He was still as tall, dark and handsome as ever. His dark eyes crinkled with laughter as he waved to someone as he left a classroom. Celia felt her pulse quickening as he headed in her direction. He was wearing a lot more clothes than the last time she saw him.
Then he saw her. She saw the recognition light up his face, a wide grin spreading as he took her in. She could see it all happening as if in slow motion. Her name had almost left his lips when his face started to fall, and the smile was gone just as quickly as it had come. Celia saw him take in her presence in a high school, fight the creeping realisation, then give in when he recognised her cheerleading uniform. Joy gave way to disbelief, gave way to anger.
The pointed look he gave her as he walked by was all Celia needed to know to follow him into the empty classroom.
"What are you doing here?" His words were cold, but she could feel hot waves of anger rolling off him. He had his arms clasped around himself, as if it were all he could do to hold himself together. Standing in front of him now made Celia feel younger and more vulnerable than she had in years. She'd say she felt like a schoolgirl about to be punished if it weren't so on the nose. "Please tell it's not what I think."
The desperation in his voice sent a shiver down Celia's spine.
"I go here," she whispered to the floor, unable to look at him. She heard him inhale sharply and hold it. Raising her head to look him straight in the eye, she repeated it, jutting her chin forward slightly. "Connor, I go here."
"You're a student?"
"Yes," Celia replied, feeling tears well up in her eyes. She fought to keep them from falling. "You're a teacher?"
"Yes," he answered, holding her gaze. "Why did you lie to me?"
"I didn't, I-"
"You never told me you were in high school!"
"You never asked!" Celia replied, louder than she had intended. Connor seemed to deflate, his shoulders fell and his eyes looked defeated. Celia wanted nothing more than to fall into his arms and hold him. "I didn't think it would be relevant."
"Celia, you're underage," Connor said, almost laughing. "Your age is always relevant."
Celia just shrugged in reply, wiping a stray tear away with the back of her hand. When she looked back at Connor he had opened his arms and held them towards her. Celia fell into them and pressed herself against him. He smelled differently than he had when she left him in Italy, less like sunscreen and sweat, more like cologne. His hand was gently stroking her hair and he pressed his lips to her forehead. "We probably shouldn't do this."
"Probably shouldn't," Connor agreed, but he held her tighter. "But I don't want to let you go."
"Then don't," Celia whispered, pressing herself closer to Connor. She hadn't realised how badly she had missed being held like that. She looked up at him through wet eyelashes, stood up on her toes and gently pressed her lips to his.
AN: I hope you enjoyed that! Please leave a review, I really appreciate those, they let me know what you guys like and they help me improve the story!