He has a lot to learn.
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We
fling our seat belts off, move in and reposition our bodies so we’re as close as
possible. My hands immediately make my way up Payton’s skirt, hers to my hair.
Our desperate lips press together, having missed the forbidden taste of the
others for the last twenty-four hours. She climbs up and straddles me, hands
moving from my hair to my face. I don’t know why, but I love when she cradles
my face in her hands. It feels very…intimate, which sounds stupid coming from
me, because I’m not one of those overly sentimental guys. The rest of the gory
details I save for Eli.
We
sit quiet as we always do when it’s over, for a few minutes anyway. “I should
take you home.”
“The
bus.”
“Right.
The bus.” She shot me a glare. Payton never lets me take her home. Not all the
way anyway. It was the bus, or back to the diner, or back to school, or a few
blocks away from home. Never just home. One day I think I’ll follow her and
find out why.
I
pull up to the bus stop, glance around to make no one is looking, then lean in
and give Payton a peck on the cheek. She slides out of the truck and grabs her
backpack. Before shutting the door she leans in as says, “Jaden, I—,” but stops
short. She looks at her feet and stays quiet.
“What
is it girl? I gotta get home. My mama’s gonna have my hide as it is.”
Looking
back up she flashes a sad smile and says, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Okay,
babe.” I watch her step back from the truck and stand next to the bus stop. I
shake my head. For sure, that girl and I have little in common, but there is
something between us, I’m just not sure what it is.
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