Текст книги "Kiss Me"
Автор книги: Jillian Dodd
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Sunday, September 18th
I want to lose.
1pm
I go to church service on campus with Dawson at eleven. Then we have lunch.
At lunch, Jake and Ace are organizing a game of kickball.
Katie and I stop off at our dorm to change out of our church clothes and then meet everyone down at the practice field.
Jake and Ace decide they will be captains and start choosing sides. I wasn’t really surprised that Aiden, Logan, and Nick all show up, but I am surprised when Aiden smiles at me.
Damn those smiles.
Aiden is the first person Jake picks.
Ace chooses Dawson.
Jake has to choose a girl next, so he picks me. Then he sticks out his tongue at Dawson.
Dawson grabs me around the waist and gives me a long kiss. “Don’t get mad at me when my team kicks your team’s ass.”
“Hmmm, what do I get if my team wins?”
“Me, of course,” he replies.
I flit over to our side of the field feeling happy.
Aiden snarls, “Now I want to lose. I never want to lose.”
“Why would you want to lose?”
“So you don’t get Dawson. Besides, I need you tonight.”
“Can’t. I have plans and you were a jerk yesterday.”
“I’m sorry, okay. You just make me so—never mind. I’m sorry, but I do need you. We have that French test on Tuesday. It’s a recap of everything I didn’t learn last year and I really need to do well on it. A bunch of us are going to the library after this to study. Please come.”
He is so pathetic.
Actually, so I am. I can’t stay mad at him. No matter how hard I try.
Plus, I promised Miss Praline I’d tutor him. I suppose I kinda have to help him.
I roll my eyes at him. “Fine.”
This is bullshit.
9pm
I make Annie come with me to library. I’m happy with Dawson. I don’t want to ruin it because some silly god feels like messing with me.
We actually get a lot of studying done. Aiden invited Nick, Angela, and Stewart to study too. They all have French, just at different times. We study for a couple hours and then we are all hungry so we order pizza and go to Nick’s dorm room to eat it. Then we decided we need to do more studying, and Aiden suggests we chill in the hot tub at the Rec Center. He convinces us that we can still quiz each other there.
In the hot tub, we mostly jack around instead of studying.
I decide that if they are done studying, I’m going to head out. I get out of the hot tub and grab a towel to dry myself off. I want to go hang out with Dawson before curfew.
Aiden runs up to me, grabs me around the waist, and leaps into the pool.
When we come up for air, he’s still holding me in his arms. And we have this moment. I’m so pissed at him. But we’re so close. Body to body. Face to face.
We just stare at each other for a moment. It’s like he’s trying to memorize my face with those gorgeous green eyes.
He gives me a little squeeze, then lets go of me.
I swear, Aiden makes me melt one minute and boil the next.
I could never like him.
Annie and I are in the locker room, changing out of our swimsuits.
I check my phone and see that I have numerous texts and a couple missed calls from Dawson.
Dawson: Hey :) I wanna see you tonight <3 (6:15pm)
Dawson: Where are you? (6:42 pm)
Dawson: Why aren’t you replying? (7:14 pm)
Dawson: I heard you were in the library with Aiden and now no one seems to know where you are. Just FYI, I’m headed up to his room. (8:22 pm)
Dawson: This is bullshit. (9:10 pm)
Me: Hey, sorry. What’d you want? (9:26 pm)
Dawson: What I want is to know where you’ve been and why you haven’t replied.
Me: I didn’t have my phone.
Dawson: Okay. You want to tell me where you were?
Me: Oh, yeah, sorry. I was studying in the library with Annie, Aiden, Nick and some other people for our French test. Then we ordered pizza and ate it in Nick’s room. Then we decided to finish studying in the hot tub in the rec center. Ask Annie, Nick, Stewart, Angela. They are all here.
Dawson: It seems like Aiden is always trying to find an excuse to spend time with you.
Me: You’re the only one I want to spend time with. Can I come over now, make it up to you?
Dawson: What did you do that you have to make up for?
And that text, I have to say, makes me mad. I don’t need this right now. I had a good night and made a few new friends. I’m not going to feel bad about it. I also have more homework to do.
Me: I thought maybe I made you worry or something. Never mind. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Dawson: No, I’m sorry. I’m being a jealous jerk. Meet me outside the dorm. We can go for a walk?
Me: Much better <3
I meet him outside his dorm.
“So, studying in the hot tub is a good idea. We need to do that because it’s usually pretty private. We could have some fun,” Dawson tells me as we walk down toward the football stadium.
“Yeah, it was nice. Although, we didn’t do that much studying once we got there. Everyone was screwing around and talking, so I was planning on leaving, but then Aiden threw me in the pool. He can be such a jerk.”
“Why’d he do that?”
“I don’t know.”
“How did he do it?”
“Do what?”
“Throw you in the pool?”
“Uh, what do you mean?”
“I mean, did he push you in?”
“Um, no. He like picked me up and carried me screaming in.”
“He carried you?”
“Nick did it to Angela. They don’t like each other. Okay, you know what? I’m done with this conversation. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“No, but, never mind. I’ll take care of it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’ll just talk to Aiden.”
“And why would you do that?”
“He needs to stop flirting with my girl.”
“Oh my gosh. Seriously?”
“You think I’m being dumb, right?”
I get a big grin on my face. “I think what you need is a talking to.” I push him gently with both my hands, but I gesture big, which made it look like I was trying to push him hard. He lets himself get pushed up against the brick wall that surrounds the stairs going up to the bleachers.
I grab the front of his shirt and get in close to his face. “You need to behave, Dawson,” I say then kiss him hard. He wraps his arms tightly around me and gets all worked up.
“You make me so hot. Can we go back to my dorm? Or we could have some fun out here. Wanna go up in the bleachers?”
“No time. Plus, I have my period. You’ll have to make do with kisses for tonight. And any other night you act like a jealous boy.”
Monday, September 19th
A whole lotta love.
7:40am
We’re just finishing up another ass-crack-of-dawn Social Committee meeting.
“Okay,” Brad says. “Let’s meet again on Thursday morning.”
I groan and roll my eyes.
Aiden, who is sitting next to me, says, “Why don’t we meet on Thursday for dinner? The JV team has a bye week.”
I mouth I love you to him.
He cocks his head to the right and gives me a smirk.
“You know what I mean. I’m just thankful I don’t have to get up so early. I love you for suggesting a later meeting. These are about killing me.”
He doesn’t reply. Just nods his head and keeps grinning.
As we’re walking to get coffee, he says to me, “You gonna dance with me at the after party?”
“I’m sure I’ll be dancing with everyone. We want it to be a shake-your-ass-bump-and-grind-with-everyone kind of thing. See you missed out on that with your twenty-nine slow dances.”
“I loved our dances. I love to dance with you.”
“Why don't you just say it?” I arch an eyebrow at him.
“Say what?”
“You love me.”
“Naw, not yet.”
“Still, you were throwing out a whole lotta love there.”
As he runs his hand through his hair, I notice a bead of sweat just below his hairline. For once, Aiden looks like a normal, nervous boy.
He changes the subject. “You have really good ideas. Like seriously.”
“Only for parties.” I laugh.
“Naw, you have that thing. That think outside the box thing. It’s like you think anything is possible. It’s refreshing.”
“Well, whatever we can dream, we can do, right?”
His green eyes glisten and he says quietly, “I sure hope so.”
“Aiden! Have you been dreaming about me?”
He blushes.
Seriously. He actually blushes. And I was just teasing.
I mean, I’ve had dreams about him.
But he BLUSHED!
That means his dreams were sexual!
“Aiden!?”
“What?”
“You’ve had dreams about me. Tell me about them.”
“No.”
“Come on. I'll tell you one I had about you. It was naughty.”
I get the smile, the mega watt can’t-look-directly-into-it-like-the-sun-cuz-it-hurts-your-eyes smile. “Do tell,” he says.
“No, you go first. Did we have sex in your dream?”
“Yes.” His mouth looks playful. The corners of it are turning up, but his eyes make me feel like I’m standing naked in front of him.
“Tell me.”
He doesn’t answer. Instead he asks, “Did we have sex in yours?”
“If I tell you that, I have to tell you the whole dream.”
“If I’m going to tell you, I need to smoke. Meet me at the cave tonight.”
Katie, Annie, Maggie, and me are having a girls’ night to celebrate my Student Council victory and so that I can attempt to thank them for all their help. I ordered in Chinese food for us. We eat, paint each other’s nails, gossip, and drink some nasty screw-top wine.
We discuss who we hope will ask us to Homecoming and who might be possible backups. They tell me about all the grand ways in which boys here ask you to the dance. They sound like mini wedding proposals. They go on and on about all the romantic things they have seen. Maggie tells us how Logan asked her last year. How he ordered her a big cookie cake that said Homecoming? in frosting. I think about how Sander asked me last year. It was something like, Once you pick out a dress, you’ll have to go shopping with me so we can match. I don’t think he ever actually asked.
Tuesday, September 20th
He thinks he’s a sex god.
8:20am
I think I drank a little too much wine last night. Or maybe it was just because I was already tired, but it totally relaxed me and I was completely crashed out by eleven.
I missed meeting Aiden at the cave and I saw this morning that he called and texted me, but I didn’t hear my phone. I didn’t even hear my alarm go off. Thank goodness Katie had hers set too.
I have a bit of a headache, so I pick out something cute to wear.
I firmly believe that Gucci shoes have the ability to cure a hangover. Kym always says that when people with hangovers dress sloppily, they feel sloppy all day. So, I’m dressing for how I want to feel. A cute white oxford shirt with an oversized black bow tie neck. Plaid skort. Black cardigan. Black over-the-knee socks with ribbon ties. Gucci black patent and suede platform oxford booties. Matching Jimmy Choo black patent bag.
In History, Riley flicks the ribbons on my socks. “How are things going with you and my brother?”
“Good, I think. He got mad at me the other night, though, and was acting kinda jealous.”
“Would you rather have a guy that doesn’t care?”
“I guess not.”
“He told me you were with Aiden the other night.”
“And Annie and a bunch of people studying for our French test.”
“In a hot tub?”
“Well, that was the plan. Regardless, it was fun. And I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“So you’re not in love with the Hottie God anymore?”
“That wasn’t love. I just, I thought he was cute, and he has a certain charm about him, but he tells me he likes me one minute and then he hates me the next.”
“He told you he likes you? Was this recently?”
“Um, no. It was a while ago. What about you? You and Ariela are cute together. She seems a little too sweet for you, though.”
He flicks my hair.
“Hey!”
“What do you mean she’s too sweet for me?”
“Well, she’s not like the whoredom girls.”
“She’s not.” He grins big.
“Why are you grinning so much?”
“Cuz I like that about her. She doesn’t want to have sex with me until we’re going out and in love and stuff.”
“Do you want her to fall in love with you? Usually you’re good with just lust.”
“Yeah, well, I really like her. I’m not just a sex god, you know,” he laughs. “Hooking up is fun, but I think it’d be cool to do it with the same person. Truthfully, my brother has been so happy, I kinda want to be that way too.”
“Your brother is happy because all of a sudden he thinks he’s a sex god.”
Riley laughs out loud.
The teacher says, “Riley, do you have something you’d like to share with the class?”
Riley clears his throat, trying to stop laughing. “No, sir.”
As we’re leaving class, I can’t help but give him a big hug.
“What’s that for?”
“My wittle Wiley is growing up and falling in wuuuuv.”
“Do not tell anyone I said that. We don’t want to ruin my reputation just yet.”
He can go it alone.
French
I walk into class where Aiden is sitting at his desk, book open, doing some last minute studying.
“Hey, sorry about last night. Did you not get my text this morning?”
“Yeah, I got it. Just didn’t have anything to say back.”
He’s pissed at me. Again.
“Oh. Um, I think you’re gonna do good on the test. Good luck.”
“Doubt it.”
“Why do you doubt it? We’ve studied hard.”
“I was up late, sitting outside, waiting for this girl to show up when I should’ve been asleep.”
The teacher starts handing out tests, and I’m not supposed to say anything, but I turn around anyway. “Maybe if you replied to my text, I could explain.”
“I’m sure you were busy with Dawson.”
Miss Praline says, “Keatyn, turn around. No talking during the test.”
“I wasn’t. I feel asleep. I’m really sorry.”
He huffs at me and puts his head down.
Now I can barely concentrate.
And after class he doesn’t say a word to me.
He just leaves.
And I’ll be damned if I’m going to tutor him tonight. Or any other night.
He can go it alone.
Longest week of my life.
6pm
On the way to Taco Tuesday, Dawson complains, “How much longer are you gonna have your period?”
“It ended today,” I say. I was shocked to discover this afternoon that it is completely over. It’s barely been three days. Can I just say that I love the pill. Seriously, no cramps and fewer days. I don’t know why I didn’t do it sooner. Well, actually, I do know. My mom was afraid it would turn me into a slut.
“Really, already? Is that normal?”
“Actually, no. It’s not normal for me. Uh, so I have something I need to tell you.” I’m really excited to tell him about the pill.
His eyes get huge. He veers off the road into a parking lot then turns and looks at me.
“Are you pregnant? How could that even be? We’ve used a condom every single time!”
“What?” I reach out and touch his forearm. “I’m not pregnant. I just had my period, silly.”
He blows out a huge breath of air. “Oh. Yeah. Oh. My. God. You about gave me a heart attack. The way you said, I have something I need to tell you.”
Part of me feels slightly offended at this. Obviously, I would freak out too if I was, but there’s a tiny part of me that wants him to say, I don’t know, something more reassuring.
“That’s probably something we should discuss since we’re having sex. Condoms aren’t infallible.”
“You mean like what we’d do if that happened? If you got pregnant?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh.” He runs his hand through his hair and sighs big. “Well, I don’t know what we’d do. Don’t you kind of have to be in that situation to decide?”
“What do you mean?”
“How old we are at the time. If you wanted to keep it. If you didn’t. If you wanted to have it. If you didn’t, all that. I think it’s easy to say, I’d have it, or I’d get rid of it, or I’d keep it, or I’d give it up for adoption, but then if you were actually in the situation, I would think even if you planned one thing, you might decide to do another.”
“Like, what do you mean?”
“Keatie, I don’t want a baby now. I doubt you want a baby now. But if you were pregnant, right now, I think I’d have a really hard time giving it up.”
And I’m pretty sure that with those words I just fell a little bit in love with him.
No. Think with your head, Keatyn. That is not romantic. He’s just reassuring you because he likes having sex with you.
I lean over and kiss him. “I’m sorry I freaked you out. The reason my period wasn’t normal, why it was shorter, is because I went on the pill.”
His face lights up. “Really? So we won’t have to use condoms anymore?”
“Doubling up the protection is a good thing. Plus, I mean, have you been, like, tested?”
“I’m clean, Keatie. Are you?”
“Yeah.”
He leans over, kisses me deeply, and then drives us to dinner.
We eat a whole bunch of tacos. I’m still amazed when I sit down with a group of boys just how much they can eat.
After dinner, Jordan starts telling us about how he broke up with Tasha, a girl I don’t know very well.
Dallas is like, "Dude, you only dated for a week."
"Longest week of my life."
And I’m like, "Why's that?"
"Do you know how much work girls are?"
"Uh, I guess not?"
"She wanted me to sit around all night texting her. No offense, but I just had dinner with her. We did homework together. We made out, but she didn’t want to do anything else. And I’m okay with that. But when I come back to my room and want to kill a few zombies with my boys, she gets all pissed off! Calls me and goes, Why aren't you replying to my texts?" He uses a funny bitchy girl voice when he says it. It makes us all laugh.
Ace says, “I hate high maintenance chicks.”
Bryce agrees. “They’re all high maintenance.”
Riley, who is still laughing, says, "If they would just understand it’s hard to text when you're saving the world from obliviation.”
All the guys laugh.
“Dude,” Tyrese says, “my kill ratio is better than all of yours.”
“No way,” Dallas says. “Mine is the best. You got totally owned when you played me. Now, Ace, he sucks.”
And thus ensues a verbal war of who is better at killing fake things with a fake gun.
I totally do not get the video game draw. Brooklyn used to get high with his friends after surfing, then they would chill, which meant they sat around in his game room on the floor pillows and played video games. Brooklyn has a sweet game room: low couches, beanbags, and pillows. But the big draw was four separate Xboxes, which allowed them all to get on Xbox LIVE and play each other.
Even Tommy would play with them occasionally. Tommy told me video games reach the primal depths of men. Their need to kill and provide. Since now they just make money to provide, video games give them the opportunity to release this natural desire. Of course, then all Brooklyn’s friends started talking about other ways to release their natural desires and Tommy sent me home.
I whisper to Dawes, "Am I high maintenance?"
"Naw, you're cool. I’m not really listening to them though. All I can think about is doing it without one. I never have—have you?”
I shake my head no, as Ace says to them, “Although, ya know, texting a girl is pretty much considered foreplay these days. Don't you want some!?"
Parker and Bryce both get big eyes, shake their heads, and say, “Not worth the hassle."
Riley goes, “Dallas, you've been awful quiet on this subject."
Dawson has been holding my hand under the table. He picks my hand up and puts in on his crotch to show me exactly how much he’s been thinking about it. He’s sitting here with a boner!
I laugh out loud.
Riley looks at me. “You know about this?”
I have no idea really what they’re even talking about. Something about girls. I just nod my head yes.
Riley grabs Dallas’ phone and sets it in front of me. "Look at this!" Riley scrolls though the list of the eight girls that he's currently talking to.
"Dallas! You're talking to all these girls?"
Dallas grins. “Well, you know, just keeping my options open."
And Riley says, “Dawes, you never play COD with us anymore.”
“I’d much rather hang with Keatie than play COD with you douches.”
“Yeah, cuz we won’t put our hands where hers is. Well, Bryce might. I’m pretty sure he’s gay.”
I try to move my hand, but Dawson covers it with his napkin and makes it stays put.
Bryce says, “I used to be gay with Dawes, but he ditched me for Kiki.”
Dawson laughs.
Then Bryce says, “Keatyn, you gotta set me up with a hottie, but she has to be a low maintenance girl like you.”
“I’m not sure being low maintenance is a good thing.”
“Sure it is.”
“I’m not sure it’s a good thing,” I say again. “Maybe girls just want to know they’re worth a little effort. Think of the effort you put into beating a video game or into memorizing all your football plays. Is it too much to ask for just some of that same attention?”
Ace has been listening to me very closely. I forget how smart he is when I look at him. He totally looks like a dumb jock. “That’s a good point, Keatyn.”
Riley looks thoughtful and nods his head in agreement. I watch him take out his phone and send a sweet text to Ariela.
The boys go on and on discussing sex versus video games.
Dawson whispers in my ear, “Let’s get out of here.” He throws some money down on the table and grabs my hand as we stand up. “We’re gonna go. We have, uh, some errands to run before we go back to school."
I wave at everyone. “Bye. See ya.”
Riley goes, “What kind of errands, exactly?”
Dawson flips him off.
Take them off.
9pm
It's dark outside now. When we get to Dawson's car, he starts kissing me. He has my back against his car door, and he's kissing me fast and with a lot of tongue. Deep, plunging kisses that make me grab the back of his neck and pull him in tighter.
He runs his hand up my dress, grabs ahold of my panties, and pulls them quickly down to my knees.
"Take them off,” he tells me.
Normally I don't like to be told what to do, or given commands, but I do it, no questions asked.
"Right here?"
He goes, “Mhmm.”
"Dawson! No! There are people around!"
He leans into me, his weight pressing into my chest. His breathing is ragged. “This is what I have been thinking about all through dinner. I want to do it like this. Up against my car. Without one.”
“We might scratch it,” I tease him.
He grabs my ass, picks me up off the ground, and pulls my legs around his waist so I can feel just how worked up he is. “I wouldn't care,” he says.
He wouldn't care if he got a scratch? This is a guy that just parked two blocks from the restaurant and takes up two parking spots, so he doesn't get a door ding. He wipes his car off with cloth diapers. And the day the school’s sprinklers turned on it and it got all water spotted, I thought he was going to have a coronary.
But the way he's got his body pushed up against me, I know he’s not playing around. "You better get us somewhere more private then."
He drives to the park where the lake is and pulls off in a desolate treed area. The kind of place where people get killed in horror movies.
The second I get out of the car, he full on attacks me. Pushes my back up against the passenger door. Then he picks me up, wraps my legs around his waist, and cups my butt in his hands. He brings his lips down harshly on mine as he pushes into me.
Dawson talks about nothing on the short ride back to school but how amazing it was. How different it felt without a condom. How amazing he feels.
When he walks me to my door, he says, “I wish you could sleep with me.”
“Why don’t you come sleep with me?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like, sneak out of your room, sneak in my window and sleep, actually sleep, tonight. We can set my alarm for four or something, and you can sneak back to your room. Katie sleeps hard. If you’re quiet, I don’t think she’ll even know.”
At one o’clock he crawls through my window. “You’re sure you set the alarm for 4:30, right?”
“Right.”
“What do you have on?” He runs his hands slowly across my body like he’s blind and I’m braille.
What I’m wearing is sleep shorts and a tank top. What I say is, “Armor.”
He laughs. “Don’t worry. You wore me out tonight.” He kisses softly down the side of my neck, “Well, sorta, I mean I could probably do it again if you wanted to.”
I pull him into bed with me. “Dawson, go to sleep.”
