Eden High: Series 1 (Eden High 1-6)

By now I noticed that others were standing around as well and my nerves were shot. I didn’t know if he was going to walk right by me in his anger or say something off.

Please don’t crush me so soon after giving me the best night of my life. It was a silent plea that I was hoping someone would hear.

He stopped in front of me and studied my eyes long enough to make me sweat. I could feel all those eyes on me and was two minutes away from crying.

I knew ‘she’ was watching this and gloating and that really burned me up. What was he going to do? His face didn’t give anything away. I wish my feet would move, but they seemed stuck.

All this because I’d worn low riders and a cropped top, but I’d worn them for him, shouldn’t that count?

He pulled me into him and kissed the hell out of me, just like that. No build up no pre warning. I sighed into his mouth with relief. He pulled away long enough to growl in my ear and make me weak in the knees.

“You look hot in my jersey baby.” He covered my lips again and pulled me in tighter, like he was trying to draw me into his skin.

Now I’m all confused. He did his hair sniffing, cheek kissing routine and I all but melted into a puddle at his feet.

Over his shoulder I saw Mandy and her twits watching, while Belle was giving Jared the bitch brow and Tammy and Shane were conversing about something or another.

I hadn’t seen this routine before, but the way his boys and most of the pretty girls from school were lounging around out here, I kinda got the feeling that this was a regular occurrence.

“I look a mess.” He had his arms wrapped loosely around me now, hanging off my ass as he looked down at me.

His big ass jersey fell almost to my knees and had no definition whatsoever. It had one good thing going for it though; it smelt like him.

“I missed you last night, and this morning when I woke up. If I didn’t know that your dad would kill my ass I’d kidnap your sweet ass and take you home with me. You sleep okay?”

“Yeah, but I missed you too.” My face was probably rivaling my car for color by now. I’m pretty sure those eyes were still focused on us. It was too surreal; I had a boyfriend and we were making out before class, how the hell did this happen?

“Is this something you guys do all the time, meeting up out here like this?” I let my eyes scan the crowd taking in everything, especially Mandy.

“Pretty much yeah.” Which meant he’d done this with her. Suddenly the morning lost a lot of its glow. He must be a damn good mind reader because he lifted my chin and studied my eyes.

“Babe, don’t start that shit, that’s how you ended up wearing what amounts to a burlap sack this morning. Stop comparing yourself to her or anyone else that I might’ve dated in the past.

You don’t have any competition, stop second-guessing. If you want something to gnaw on, gnaw on the fact that with you I’ve done a lot of firsts, all of them good.

Taking you home last night, that was about more than meeting my parents; that was about sealing up something. I don’t understand all of what I feel for you right now because it’s still too new.

But I do know that I’ve never felt this with anyone before and never even came close to sharing half the shit I’m already imagining sharing with you.”

He stroked my hair and kissed the corner of my lips as I tried to make sense of his words.

I felt that pull with him too, that deep rooted feeling like I’ve known him forever. For the first time I understood the teenage angst of my friends who had been dating long before me.

There is a sense of forever, but you worry that forever might not last. Then you wonder how you could possibly move on from someone as beautiful as this. At least that was my worry.

What if we didn’t work? What if he decides one day that I’m not enough? It’s only been a few days, but a few days with Jace feels like half a lifetime.

It’s the way he talks I think, like he’s so sure of himself, he’s so together, he knows what he wants, and he wants me.

I could easily believe that this, what we have, what we’re beginning to have, is like what my parents found with each other all those years ago. I can almost feel it deep inside.

But can I trust that feeling? Or was it just a case of he’s the first guy I’ve ever dated? I didn’t like that thought.

As silly as it may seem, I couldn’t imagine not being with him. He was just so perfect and I was so scared, afraid to mess this up before we even had a chance.

“Let’s get you to class, they’re about to ring the bell.” He pulled me under his arm and everyone else just seemed to fall in line as we made our way back to the building.

“I can see your mind working Sian, I can’t tell you what to think or feel, but I can tell you that this is not a game. Not for me anyway and I won’t let it be one for you either.

I wouldn’t have come after you if I weren’t in it for the long haul. If I told you that you came into my world just when I needed you, or that I know without a doubt that this is it, you wouldn’t believe me. But I know it to be true and that’s enough for me.”

How did he expect me to get through the rest of the day with those words in my head? He was giving me twitchy parts again; I have a sneaky suspicion that my virginity is on its last legs.