“Fine. I will have to take to public humiliation.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
Kalen smiles - a slow sly grin that stretches from ear to ear - and I can see it written on his face; I just said the wrong thing. Of course he sees that as a challenge issued.
“Listen up, everyone!” he calls to the whole room. Immediately the place falls silent and every pair of eyes is upon us. I’m already starting to heat under the unwanted attention. “Amelie right here…” I throw myself at him and cover his mouth.
“I don’t trust anything you would have just said right now!” I panic and crumble like a soggy biscuit. “Fine! We can go on ONE friendly date...as friends,” I quickly correct what I’ve just said, because Kalen’s idea of a friendly date isnotwhat I was agreeing to. “One normal, polite, first date, as friends only. No touching.” He laughs. As if that boy will be polite. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself if his life depended on it.
“I’ll pick you up in a few hours,” he grins. He steals a chip from my plate, kisses me on the cheek and saunters away like he’s king of the world. I groan.What the fuck have I let myself in for?
It’s late when Kalen picks me up by throwing small stones at my bedroom window. It’s past curfew for sure. I hope that if we getcaught sneaking off campus, I might have some sort of immunity from reprimand if I’m with the headmaster’s son.
“Kalen,” I hiss, leaning out of the window. “What are you doing?”
“Sorryyyyyy, sish,” he slurs. Well that explains why he’s late; he’s drunk. But why?
“Kalen, go home to bed.” I shake my head. I’m not going on a date with a drunk guy.
“What time is it?” Kalen asks.
“I don’t know, hang on, I’ll check.” I stick my head back into my room to check the time.
“IT’S DATE TIME!” Kalen yells for all the world to hear. Like lightning, I’m out of the window and dropping down to try to shut him up.
“Kalen! Stop! You’re going to get us both in trouble.”
“Pah! Why do you care? Thought you wanted to leave and get kicked out?”
“I never said that,” I deny. Did I? If I did, that would have been pretty stupid of me, but in truth, I don’t remember much of my birthday night.
“Come play with me! I’m in the mood to party and I know exactly how to get you in trouble.” I can’t help but laugh at his sloppy drunken enthusiasm. He’s cute like this. But trying to sneak off campus would be a recipe for disaster.
“Kalen-” I try to reason.
“DON’T YOU WANT ME BABY?” he scream-sings. I panic. “DON’T YOU WANT ME OHHHHH, oh-” his eyes widen in shock when I do the only thing I can think of to shut him up; I plant my lips on his.
“Let’s go,” I say when I pull away a moment later. He grins like the cat that’s got the cream and I realise I played right into his hands. I briefly wonder if he’s even drunk but then he stumbles over his own feet and face-plants the floor. I pull himback up and drape his arm over my shoulder in his favourite position as I help him cut across campus towards the area where Baxter took me off site on his bike.
It takes longer than expected to hurry a drunken, vociferous Kalen to the clearing where the bike is chained up. I dump him on the floor whilst I quickly input the padlock code and unchain the motor.
“Cool bike. I didn’t know you liked to ride,” Kalen slurs before sniggering at his own lame-ass joke. I briefly wonder who should wear the helmet; me as the driver, or him as the most likely to fall off. I decide to just stick it on the grass til we get back because I don’t fancy wrestling Kalen into it. Once it’s fastened I turn to the bike to see Kalen straddling it.
“Hop on, sis, I’ll take you for the ride of your life.”
“Cute. But you’re in my spot,” I point out. “Move.”
“Awww come on, I ride these things all the time.”
“And you want to explain to your dad how you killed his mistress’s most precious child whilst joyriding a hot bike, under the influence?” I go heavy on the sarcasm but it works; he sulks but slides back to the pillion position.
“Thank you,” I reply, climbing on. I kick the engine to life and call over my shoulder, “hold on”. Kalen’s arms immediately circle my body and capture my breast in his hands. “Not what I meant, Kalen!” I cry, exasperated. This was a really bad idea.
“Oh hey, this is awesome! I should bitch-ride more often! Why does no one fondle my junk when I’m riding?”
“Because you probably drive like such a nutter that they’d squeeze your monster cock clean off.”
“Hehehe I knew my dick impressed you,” he sniggers.
