This chapter is just ew, and I'm sorry for that. But the next few should be good.-Megan
I waited until the locker room was clear again to tiptoe in. I squealed as I launched myself at Jace. He caught me, lifting me up as his arms surrounding me. I hugged him, burying my face into the crook of his neck as I laughed. "What did I tell you?" He said. "You rocked out there."
Smiling, I met his lips with mine. His kiss made butterflies explode all throughout my body, swelling my heart until I was sure it would burst. "I love you." I said. His golden eyes burned a beautiful luminous color. "Say it again." He said.
"I love you." I whispered. He grinned, kissing me. He stole my breath away, in a way that was nearly intoxicating. "I love you." I repeated over and over again, until I wasn't sure if I was even speaking out loud anymore. I was lost in him, lost in us. And I wouldn't have changed it for the world.
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Snow fell the next day, several inches of it. School had been canceled indefinitely.
"Why is there nothing on tv?" Simon groaned, falling back into the couch. Cheese puffs spilled onto the cushions. "Hey! Watch where you overreact." I said, shuffling the spilled puffs back into the bag. "I'm not overreacting." He said, huffing. I choked on a laugh. "We've been confined to this prison for all eternity. There could at least be naruto reruns or something."
"Prison?" I said, raising my eyebrows.
"Yes. I have been confined for the crime of praying that Camille Belcourt gets hit by a very big, very fast bus."
"Well, I appreciate the violent thoughts." I said, snuggling up next to him.
"It brings me great pleasure." He said, leaning his head on my shoulder. I put my head on top of his.
"Okay, well I haven't forgotten what you told me after New Years." He said, and I cringed. "What's been going on there? Please, no intimate details. I don't need to know the size of his—"
"Simon!" I screeched, loud enough to wake the dead.
"Ow." He said, rubbing his ear.
"We haven't done that yet, jerkoff."
I said, thinking about the last few months. I couldn't keep the grin from spreading across my face.
"It's...its been good." I said.
He was quiet for a while. I started to worry he'd fallen asleep, until he said "Do you love him?" He said, in such a serious tone that I didn't respond for a moment.
"Yeah." I said, in a whisper. "Yeah, I do."
"And does he love you?" He asked.
"Yes." I whispered.
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The next few months passed in a blur. The snow melted, leaving behind brightly colored flowers that seemed to pop up anywhere they could find room. Jonathan's birthday came up in what felt like no time. I stood in front of my mirror, tying the straps to my purple bikini top. I pulled on a pair of cutoffs, silently dreading the hoard off boys that were about to take over my house. Shouts erupted from downstairs, signaling that the first batch of Jon's friends were here. I groaned, making sure my door was locked before heading downstairs. Sure enough, there were guys everywhere. A group of them hollered, heading into the back yard with an assortment of beers and chips and God knows what else. The rest slowly filed out, leaving the overwhelming smell of about 10 different colognes mixing together in their wake. I opened one of the closets, pulling down a pool towel from one of the racks. An arm snaked around my waist, pulling me into a hard chest. I grinned when I smelled the familiar smell of salt water and a deep, rich scent I could never quite put my finger on. His lips were next to my ear, his breath blowing back strands of hair that had escaped my ponytail free when he spoke. "Hey." He said. I grinned, turning in his embrace. I tilted my head up to meet his eyes after getting an eyeful of his bare chest.
"Hey, yourself." I said, leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. He groaned, pulling my closer. My tongue mingled with his, his taste overwhelming me in a wonderful way. I slid one hand through his curls, the the other on his chest. His skin was warm under my finger tips, the muscles hard. I kissed him deeper, my mind spinning. I looped my arms around his neck, curving my body toward his as his hand flattened against my bare back. His free hand gripped the back of my neck, his thumb smoothing across the sensitive skin. My heart pounded all through my body, my skin feeling hot. I brought my leg up slightly, hooking it on Jace's hip—a horrific clanging sound broke though, shattering my eardrums. I jerked away from Jace, my heart stopping in my throat.
A bowl of chips lay scattered across the floor, the bowl face down. "What. The. Fuck." Jon said.
