Until We Meet Again-Part 1, Chapter 2
10 minutes later…
Caleb P.O.V.
I'm almost at Mappa Mansion. *Sigh* Jodi… so beautiful…
I slap myself. Geez, I get distracted easily. I open the gate to Jodi's personal wing. The black diamond staircase was, as always, spotless.
Her door was open. Nobody but Jadie (hey, I can give her a different nickname, you know!) knew the password, so I came here every day.
I froze. Who could possibly be crying? … OH. NO, NO, NO. WHOEVER MADE MY JADIE CRY WILL PAY!
"Caleb… is that you? Well, I don't know how to tell you this, but, umm, myparentsareforcingmetogotoaschoolwithoutyouandIreallydon'twanttogoandI'mjustsoworriedthatwemightnotseeeachotherforawholesemesteruntilbreak!' She said the last part in one breath, but I heard every word of it. I couldn't help it. The growing desire, lust, and pain.
I crushed my mouth to hers, kissing her with all the passion I could muster. She was surprised at first, but soon started kissing me back with the same intensity. I sat on the bed and pulled her on my lap, while taking off her black leather jacket matching the one I am wearing right now. My hands roamed underneath her shirt, cupping her breasts over her C-cup bra. Don't ask me how I know her size. Suddenly Jadie's phone rang. She hid me under her bed, and answered on FaceTime.
'Hello father, what is the matter?' (' is for sign language, and " is for speaking.)
I could hear a sigh. Anthony Mappa doesn't speak any language besides English, and Jadie never uses her voice when she's not alone with or singing. I don't use it either.
"Princess, there was a snow blizzard here in Alaska, so your mother and I unfortunately won't be able to see you off to school. Now, you see, there is something we were lying about. You aren't really going to London's Academy of the Arts. You're going to Mackendrick Preparatory High School.' Awesome! Although we'll be separated, this makes it just a teensy bit better, because she, at least, gets to follow her dream. At least, I thought so until I heard a gasp and Jadie typing on her computer. The computer said,
"Father, should I really? I mean, I don't want to leave Cal- I mean you and mother! Yeah. And Nate, Nick, Ro, Crys, and Mack."
"I'm truly sorry princess. But all the arrangements have been made. Bye, sweetie." Her iPad turned off.
"Calebrox Davis, come out of there, now." I did as told, and she pushed me onto her bed, straddling my cock. I was turned on, and hard as a rock. She smirked. "Cay, if we need to head off in separate ways, I-" She gulped. "I want to give myself to you. With the promise that we'll find each other again." At that moment, she seemed so beautiful and innocent. Anyone would say that we were way too young, but does love have an age? Of course not.