“I better get you back. I have to get to work.”
Oh, right. He’s an adult with an adult job. Does his uncle know he parties with his brother? His family seems laid-back.
He pulls up right in front of the school doors. I’m late again. Kai comes around the car and pulls me into a hug. I inhale the cologne he’s wearing. It smells spicy and woodsy. I give him a slight smile as I walk away from him. Once I pass through the doors, I turn around and watch him drive away.
“Blakely!”
I’m startled by my name being yelled.
Shit! It’s Mrs. Chatley.
“Get to class.”
With a frown, I hurry to class.
Kai: Wat r u doing beautiful?
A comfortable feeling warms my stomach at the sight of his name on my phone.
Me: Hey! Watching TV. U?
Kai: Same.
Kai: Mostly thinking of u
Grinning widely as my cheeks feel warm. Is this cheesy or cute? I can’t tell. I’ve never had a guy flirt with me like this. It’s different from what I ever expected guys to be like. Don’t get me wrong; I love it. It’s very new to me.
Me: Oh r u now?
Kai: Of course.
Kai: Can I come see u?
Me: It’s almost eleven. My mom isn’t going 2 let me out.
Kai: Sneakout.
I pullmy nails to my mouth and start biting them. Should I do this again? Last time, it almost gave me a heart attack, thinking my mom knew I left. She didn’t catch me. She is already in her bedroom, probably sleeping. I won’t get caught this time either.
Kai: Is that a yes?
Me: Yes.
Kai: K. I’ll be there soon.
Me: KK
Shit.
I need to hurry and get ready. I’ve already removed my makeup from the day. I jump off the bed and start throwing my pajamas off. Should I wear the same outfit I wore to school? I decide against it and find some yoga pants that accentuate my butt and a black spaghetti strap top.
Kai: I’m outside
That was fast. It’s almost midnight, according to my phone. I guess time goes fast when you’re trying to look good for someone.
Me: Coming
I slowly turn the door handle, making sure it doesn’t make any noise. My mom didn’t hear me the last time, and I doubtshe will again. When I hear the faintest click of the door handle shutting, I check over my shoulder to make sure my mom isn’t leaving her room. It’s completely silent. I stroll quietly down the stairs and into the kitchen. I listen for any noises before opening the sliding door. Nothing. I continue to slide it open. Once I’m in the backyard, I wait a minute and check all the windows to make sure no lights have been switched on. My heart is racing, and my hands are shaking. I sigh in relief when I see no light. Finally, I see the black Honda parked down the street. I keep my steps steady while attempting to move quickly.
