Me: If you’re really trying to be my friend again, you can’t lie to me about things.
Reid: I already told you. I don’t want to be your friend.
I put my phone away and try to pay attention to Mr. Hope. When the bell rings, everyone jumps up. I do the same but don’t get far because Reid is blocking my way. He grabs me by the hips, pulling me into him. His mouth drops down onto mine as he steals a quick kiss from me.
“I’m not lying to you. Your mouth is the only mouth that’s been on mine.” He steps to the side and lets me get past him, but I don’t get far before he wraps his arm around me. Everyone is giving us looks. I go back to my state of shock as I let him lead me toward the cafeteria.
“You want fries today?” Reid asks. I’m not a giant fan of the food here, but the fries are good. I often only get a plate full of them for my lunch. Of course Reid knows this, again proving his point that he has been watching me.
“I’ll get the food while you snag us a table.” He drops his arm from around me but not before he presses his mouth against mine again. I hear a few gasps from the people around us, but as quick as his mouth is on me, it’s gone. He gives me a little smirk before he wanders off to get our lunch.
It’s starting to get irritating and not because I don’t want him kissing me. That should be the reason, but it’s not. My fingers itch to grab his shirt and pull him back to me, wanting him to give me a real kiss.
“You okay? You’re just standing here,” Willow says, breaking me from my thoughts of Reid. She loops her arm through mine. “I packed lunch.” We head over toward our normal table to sit down. I look around to make sure Reid isn't on his way back. I see he’s still in line. He’s easy to spot because he towers over everyone else.
“You’re not going to believe this,” I say to Willow as I try and tell her everything I can before Reid finds me again.10ReidI lean up against the lockers, waiting for the bell to ring. I’ve been doing the same exact thing every day this week. I’m slowly winning my girl over. I don't care if it takes me forever, I'm not going to stop. She also hasn’t demanded that I leave her alone. She gives me these cute little huffs and rolls her eyes at me, but I catch the small smirks she tries to hide from me.
I think this might be one of the best weeks of my life. I was stoked when we went to state and then pulled off the win. Yet, that pales in comparison to having Zoey back in my life. She’ll always beat everything because the reality is I pushed hard because I wanted a scholarship. I wanted to make sure that I’d be able to support her in the future. I only had one school in mind.
The same school that I listened to Zoey talk about growing up. And fuck me if she hasn’t grown up. She filled out over the years. If anyone would notice, it would be me with how much I stare at her. Then I go home, close my eyes, and pretend she’s there to get me off.
The summer after ninth grade was the worst. It seemed as though she’d matured overnight. She went from having no tits to being all tits and ass in the blink of an eye. I swear I thought the skin on my dick was going to come off with how much I jacked off thinking about her that summer.
She and Willow loved to sunbathe on the deck. Her swimsuits, if you even could call those barely-there pieces of nothing swimsuits, almost killed me. Thank fuck she never tried to go to some public pool or somewhere else in one of them. I would have lost my shit.
The bell rings, and I stand up and head straight for the hallway outside of Zoey’s class to wait for her to come out, but she doesn't. I step into the classroom to see if she’s still in there. Mrs. Petters gives me a smile. She’s got her headphones in as she starts to pack up her stuff. I’m sure she wants to get out of here as badly as the rest of us.
When I turn around, my eyes land right on Zoey’s ass. She’s bent over the table writing in the notebook that’s in front of Jake. I think she is helping him with something. Or that’s what she thinks she’s doing. I think Jake has other ideas, and he’s playing dumb because his eyes aren’t on the paper. They’re on her tits. With the way she’s bent over, her shirt falls open a bit and I know he has a nice view of my girl’s tits.