After class, I walk back to my house, when Sayori catches up with me.
"What's up?" she asks.
"Nothing," I respond.
"Hey, I know what your poem was really about," she tells me.
I blush for a moment, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, sure I'll go walk on the beach with you. Meet me in front of my house,", then, like most times we part ways, she kisses me on the cheek then walks away. She goes into her house. I go into mine. I change my outfit into something casual. A blue T-shirt and brown shorts. I do my homework real quick, then put some lemonade in a large bottle. You see, everyone in the Literature Club is known for something. For Natsuki, it's cupcakes. For Sayori, it's being friendly and those cinnamon buns. And for me, it's lemonade. Everyone loves my lemonade. Especially me. So I make a big bottle and head out the door. I walk the treacherous fifty feet next door to Sayori's house. She's waiting in her red Altima. I hop in.
"Woah, you made lemonade?" she roars loudly, "let me get some!"
"Some means half the lemonade?" I retort.
"Hey, there's two people! So, we should each get half."
We drive to a beach, but not the normal one. We went to the secluded one six miles down, next to the rocks, where you can't walk.
She's acting really weird and silent.
"Hey, wanna hop in the back?" she asks me.
"Sure," I respond. I don't know why, but she just has a quirky personality. I know everything will be fine.
And then the Sublime song comes on the mixtape. It's not Santeria or What I Got, but the second coolest one, Caress Me Down.
"This is an awful lot like your poem," I tell Sayori in the back.
"Really, how?" she asks.
"Um, in the back of your red Altima, with Sublime on the stereo."
Then, she pulled out a coffee. She took one sip and put it down.
"Fine." she told me, and she turned off the stereo.
Now, what comes next is very... ugh, whatever.
She kissed me.
Like really hard.
Full on the lips.
And then she fell on top of me.
And one thing led to another.
With us doing it.
In the back of a red Altima.
It wasn't long, maybe around 5 minutes.
But it was amazing.
We slept because we got tired.
But then we woke up ten minutes later and did it again.
Fully naked.
With clothes strewn across the car.
I'm wearing nothing, and all she's wearing a red bow in her hair. Then we fell asleep. It was nice, with the cooler on for the summer. And I finally got what she meant by that poem.
And in a subtle way, it was even dirtier than Natsuki's boyfriend's.
We woke up at night to police sirens behind us. The tint is so dark, they couldn't see us. Until we moved. We had maybe around thirty seconds to get our clothes on. Against my will to want to book it out of there, Sayori thought it was just a misunderstanding, and wanted to clear it up with them. We had blinds on our car, so maybe they thought we were crushing and snorting blue or something. We put on our clothes in a hurry and stepped outside.
They were yelling at us about something.
"Do you know what time it is?" he chastised.
"9 pm?" I responded.
"How about a quarter past midnight, smart aleck?" the cop responded.
I checked my phone. It said 12:17.
"We're gonna have to call your parents and give you a 250 dollar ticket for staying past curfew." the other cop said.
Sayori gave me a look like, Book it. And when the cop wasn't looking, we both hopped in the car and I whipped it out onto the 1. The cops had around 15 seconds in our smoke, and we kept speeding up the one.
"They're getting in..." Sayori mumbled.
"They're peeling out..." she mumbled again. In my rear view mirror, I saw them.
"And they're taking off... the wrong way!" I exclaimed.
We might have celebrated a bit too hard. They noticed us and turned around.
We decided to turn onto a small road in hills. We hid the car in some bushes and ran up the hill. We slid into a ditch where we knew they couldn't find us. They thought we headed back toward the ocean. We took the car and with no time to waste, we took the road around the one and back to our house. She was wondering if she could stay at my house, since her parents were probably going to get really mad, and I said sure. My parents left the house all to myself for two days, and I'm pretty responsible. In my bed, we chill and watch cartoons (another fun thing we both like) and, you know, we made out a little, but not too much, and then we fell asleep together (not like... that, you weirdos, we slept in the same bed, god)
She told me she planned this out for a while. The poem, the coffee, she even had a friend help her make a dummy of herself to fool her parents. It worked. Normally around eleven, if she's out, her parents call, but no call. We're in the clear.
We fell asleep, and in the moments before I passed out, I saw her face and it looks so peaceful. Like maybe in her dreams there are unicorns and rainbows... and... and...