High School Bucket List
Make a high school memory box?
Go apple picking?
Get a piercing
Watch the sunrise from the fifty-yard line on the football field
Learn the “Thriller” dance!
Go on a double date
Stay up all night
Volunteer
Travel internationally
Kiss someone under the stars
Do something scary
Go to the homecoming dance with a date
Go ice-skating
Have a photo shoot with friends
Go skinny-dipping
Take a road trip with Dad
Leave my mark on Frost Lake High
Chapter Nineteen
Lacey
Vaughn sits on one of the mismatched barstools in front of our kitchen island.
“I want your honest opinion,” I say as I set the plate down in front of him. The aroma of apples and sugar fills the air.
His grin makes my stomach flip. With a fork in his right hand, he cuts off a small bite and puts it in his mouth. I wait anxiously for the verdict.
“This is really good,” he says and then goes for another bite.
“Really?” I ask, but then I cut into my own slice. The warm apple and cinnamon flavors melt on my tongue.
“Oh my gosh, it is really good,” I confirm, holding a hand over my mouth so I can talk while I chew.
Vaughn nods and we both keep eating. It’s the second time he’s come over to study since the party. Since he’s not cramming for a test, it’s more relaxed.
“Worth picking apples in the cold?” he asks.
“Absolutely.” Even if the pie were terrible, I wouldn’twish that night away. Just all the thoughts swirling in my head since then. The feel of our hands linked. My arms wrapped around his middle. Him holding me on his shoulders to pick apples. That almost kiss.
He hasn’t tried to do it again or said anything about it. Perhaps I imagined it and he wasn’t about to kiss me? My face grows warm at the memory. I really need to get a grip.
