“Deano!”
I turn my head, grinning as Seth and Rashon, two of my friends from the track team, approach me with friendly smiles.
“Hey, man.” Wait. Something feels…strange. In my throat. The vibrations of talking feel tickly and strange. I shrug it off. I’m fine, and by the time they’re next to me, it’s forgotten.
“S’up… Pay-per-view weekend, you down?” Every time there’s a WWE pay-per-view, the whole track team heads to Seth’s to watch it. His mom’s marinated chicken wings and a few sneaky beers from his dad, and it’s a guaranteed good evening with a great crowd.
“You ever know me to miss one?” I quip, and he fistbumps me with a grin.
“Ça c'est bon,” he replies. “Waitin’ for Callie?”
“Always,” I joke, looking in her direction. She’s just packing up and laughing at something her friend Latanya Cormier is saying. Whenever my girl smiles, I smile, and I feel my mouth stretching automatically. It makes Seth and Rashon snort, but I couldn’t give a fuck. She’s so goddamn cute, and sometimes Ijust enjoy watching her, seeing her laugh with her friends, and the way her long, thick dark hair sways as she moves.
“Nom de Dieu, after all this time, you still got itbadfor her,” Rashon teases, and I nod happily.
“Yeah, you’d better believe it.” I don’t mind my buddies teasing. I don’t give a shit about the harsher ‘pussy whipped’ comments from the douchebag contingent at Nolan either. They’re just envious that I get to live my life as Calista Lopez’s boyfriend, and I can’t blame them for that.
She notices me, and her smile deepens as she waves. I grin openly at her, and Rashon’s hand waves in front of my shades. I don’t react. “Nah, he’s gone,” he laughs to Seth.
“Uh-huh,” I agree. There’s that weird tickle feeling in my throat again. I take my shades off and wink at them. “Catcha later, guys. Gimme a call about the weekend.” I look back at Callie, who’s now crossing the field towards me. The green and yellow Nolan High cheerleader uniform shows off her gorgeous figure, which I know damn well both Seth and Rashon are glancing at appreciatively, but for me, it’s always been her eyes that slay me the most. Huge, brown doe eyes, full of warmth and cheerfulness. I think I fell in love with them first, and the rest of her soon followed.
They head away with a good natured goodbye, as they know my attention is all hers now.
I smile at her. “Heyyyyyy.”
“Where y’at, hot stuff?” she asks, smiling back.
My shades go in my back pocket as I walk the last few paces towards her, swinging her into my arms until she’s squealing and giggling. Her long, chocolate brown hair has been pulled back into a ponytail, and I give it a gentle tug to pull her head back as I capture her lips with my own. “NowI’m good,” I murmur, and our foreheads press together. Callie’s been my girlfriend since the end of sophomore year, when she kissed mein the first ten minutes of our first date at a house party, and things between us just keep getting better and better. I wasn’t in the least surprised when I heard our senior yearbook was naming us Cutest Couple. Show me a cuter couple in the entire school, I guarantee you won’t find one.
Callie sighs happily and pulls me in for another smooch. We’re not exactly strangers to public displays of affection, and have gotten a few reprimands and a detention or two from the more stiff-assed teachers.
A flash of one of my teachers, angry and yelling and covered in warm blood, slams into my head, but it’s gone as soon as it arrives, before I have a chance to react.
Her tongue peeps out to seek mine, and she tastes like her favorite blue raspberry bubblegum. I bet her tongue is blue, just like in one of my favorite photos of her.
A flash of pink hair in my mind as I savor the flavor.
Raspberry sports drink… And an orange one for me…
I flinch, confused by the weird mental flashes. Callie doesn’t notice. But it starts to bother me. Between them and the weird feeling in my throat…what’s up with me today? Am I getting sick?
Her hand is on the back of my neck, and she continues to kiss me deeply, the way we do when we’re fully alone and can really let loose, and I fall back into the rhythm of this until I’m smiling against her mouth. My hands cup the tops of her thighs, and I think briefly of the times when she’s allowed my hands to play a little further up…
“Get a room, bitch!” Latanya calls out cheerily, and we laugh as we pull our mouths apart, still barely an inch away from each other.
“That was a very friendly hello,” I remark, running my lips along her forehead. “Please tell me what I did to deserve that, so I can do it again…and again…”
She giggles. “You mean apart from just existing, right?” She looks down and plays with the edge of my t-shirt. “Well, here’s the thing… Latanya has a point.”
I frown. “She does?” I clear my throat, the buzzing feeling when I talk getting stronger again.
Callie looks up at me, and the look in her eyes makes my dick perk up and take notice. “I wanted to ask you…” She hesitates, biting her lip.
With my thumb, I ease her lip from her bite and kiss it, making her smile at our shared joke. She bites her lip a lot, and I always joke that I need to kiss it better. Honestly, this girl gives me all the feels. “I’m listening, baby. Ask me.” I look at her curiously, because Shy Callie is both rarely seen and incredibly charming.
Her eyes are huge and dancing with happy nerves as she takes a deep breath. “Luke Dennings’ after party…” she begins, trailing a fingertip up my chest.
My own eyes widen, and my heart rate kicks up a notch. “Yeah…?” I croak. If she’s saying what I think she’s saying, then I just became the happiest, and horniest, eighteen year old boy on the planet. Luke’s after-parties are legendary: kegs for miles, fruit punch that’ll knock your head off, and a ludicrous amount of lockable bedrooms in his enormous mansion. His parents basically let him have as many parties as he wants because they’re never there, always working long hours. As long as he cleans up and no serious damage is done, they don’t care. Or maybe it’s their way of soothing their own guilt about never being around for him and leaving the housekeeper in charge.
