Your Andy:
I'm here. I'll meet you at the side entrance.
Me:
Ok. Sounds good!
I practically run past the lockers and out of the door until I can see him through the glass door. My heart skips when I see him. I barely let him through the open doorway before I nearly tackle him.
“I'm happy to see you, too.” His handsome sneer is wide, with the corners of his mouth almost reaching his cheeks. Andy plants a kiss on my lips, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He moves us against the cold, red wall as our lips are still connected and cups my ass underneath my wool skirt.
His mouth trails down my neck, causing me to release a moan under my breath. I feel his grip tighten when my hands tangle in his soft pink strands. “Andy,” I don't know why his name flows through me, but it makes his uncovered arms break out in goosebumps.
“Yes, Candi…” his warm breath on the sweet spot on my neck makes me shudder in my sweater.
“As much as I love this…” I begin between the continuous kisses. “Maybe we should go to your car before my coach catches us making out in the hallway.” I don't miss the disappointment in his eyes when he has to let me go, or the redness in his cheeks.I love that you're so obsessed with me. Is that so wrong to say?
“You're probably right,” he says, looking down the hall, checking to see if we're clear of any faculty members. “Okay, good.” He releases a heavy sigh. “I don't think anyone saw us.” He takes my hand in his, and we both walk out into the parking lot, bracing against the stinging cold February wind.
Andrew's car is… cozy. Not too clean, but I've seen worse.Way worse.The ash-colored upholstery is still intact, although there are a few brown stains on the back seat that are partially hidden by his amp and a few electrical cords. “Are you hungry?” It's the first thing he asks me as the hot air from the vent hits me in the face. My stomach growls at the mention of food.
“I could eat…” I answer, but I'm still stuck at visually exploring the interior of his gold Honda.Definitely a guy’s car. It smells like a guy's car.The Little Tree’s air freshener blows in the warm wind from the vent on the dash.Black Ice.Interesting name for a scent that just smells like men's cologne.
“It was my dad's old car.” He chuckles under his breath while he straps himself into the driver's seat. “I-I don't usually have anyone other than Rayne and Seth in here. Other than that, the spare seats just hold my band equipment and my backpack.”
“It's nice…lived in.”
“Lived in? Candi, it's a beat-up car. You can be honest, but it gets me to band practice, to school, and back. Not to mention, it's not one of those huge gas guzzlers. Right now, that's all I need.” He laughs again to himself, backing out of the parking space. “Does Taco Bell sound good?” The bright light from the school parking lot lights shines on us, illuminating his indigo irises.I've never noticed how blue his eyes are before this moment.
“Taco Bell sounds great.”
“Taco Bell parking lot… sounds like the perfect place for our first date.”
“Date?” I swallow what feels like a huge lump in my throat.
“You wouldn't call this a date?”
“I-I don't know about a date…”Why did I just get so damn nervous? Oh, no. I'm fidgeting again.I try to adjust my skirt in the passenger seat, but the hem keeps moving up my thighs.
“No? Why is that?” He presses on the accelerator, and we hit the main drag of the road in front of the school.
“We're just spending time together after a game…”
“Is that what this is?” He's doingthatsmile again. The one that makes my insides feel like melted cotton candy. “... And here I thought we were two people who were crazy about each other, going to get food, maybe even spend some time with each other… by definition, that's a date…”
“Well… yes… but…”
“But what?” He waits for my response under a red stoplight.
“Umm… I guess, when we're together, it just feels like… us. I don't really get the anxious feelings you would when you go on your first date…”I hope I'm not rambling. I can feel my words coming out in small stutters.
“I'm glad I don't make you feel nervous…”I wouldn't exactly say that. My stomach feels like a million butterflies are bursting from their cocoons.I don't say anything. I can't because nowI feel like I'm about to throw up. “Wait… Are you nervous?” He takes a sharp turn to the right down another road, only lit by street lamps and porch lights from houses facing the mostly empty road.
“A little.” I watch the snow-covered ranch-style homes move quickly through the humidity on the window.
“Do you want to know a secret?” He pauses and exhales a deep breath. “I am too.”
“You are?”
