S U M M E R
I get out of Matt's hold in search of Drake.
To my luck I bump into him right around the corner, and of course, he spills a tiny portion of his drink on me.
Typical.
"I'm so so sorry!" I apologize fast.
"Nah, nah. It was my fault. I'm sorry, I was looking for you by the way. You look beautiful." He gives me a warm smile after looking at me. Blush, bummer right. All I seem to do tonight is blush, blush, blush.
"I didn't think you would come."
"Why?"
"'Cause it school night and Cole."
"But I'm here." I smile.
"I'm glade." He continues, "So where are your friends?"
"In the living room. C'mon," I lead him to them. As they see us the guys greet him and introduce themselves.
"Chloe."
"Sam."
"Dude, where have you been?" Mike asks Drake, looks like they know each other.
"I just got out to pick up some package dad sent."
"Matthew." His name slips out of mouth so gracefully and dangerously at the same time.
"Nice to meet you all. I'm Drake by the way." He gives them his signature smile.
I can feel Chloe's eyes boring a hole in my head as Mike simply smirks waiting for the encounter. Sami has his inpatient look while Matt just sat there eyes on me as always.
Out of nowhere Chloe coughs, which is obviously fake making it my cue to do my dare.
I'm so nervous.
What if he pushes me off?
What if he gets pissed off?
What if he thinks I'm a slut?
What if...?
Well who gives a fuck!
You do, speaks my own thought.
Without wasting anymore time I connect our lips.
I can feel him stiffen before me. Since the kiss has to last till 1 minute I bring my arms up and cross them around his neck pulling him down to my height (5'6'') while he is 6'3''.
His lips are so soft like cotton and sweet as sugar. I move my lips on his but he just stays still, beginning to feel rejected I slightly pull away slowly. But came to a stop when a hand lands on my waist and pulls me closer to him. This time he kisses back.
We start to move our lips in synchronization. God, it feels good! The kiss is so gentle and warm. Very much better than my fantasies.
His lips has this tenderness to them that makes you keep wanting you for more. It was as if he has been waiting a long time to kiss me, has he?
He brings out his tongue and licks my lower lip asking for an entrance. I know it's been more than one minutes, as I was about to open my mouth,
"Babe."
"Drake? Where are... Oh! There you-" Kelly cuts off.
"What the fuck is going on?!" She roars in anger.
As I hear her I immediately pushing him away. He just looks at me all confused. His arms still in the air the way he held my waist. But all that was going in my head is 'He has a girlfriend.' and to top it off it's Kelly fucking Harper.
How could he have not told me?
Well, you didn't actually ask him. You jumped on him.
But why would he kiss me back?!
He had gotten caught in the moment.
That's not true and you know it.
"What the fuck do you think your doing, slut?!" She roars in anger and full of rage.
You see, Kelly Harper is Miss popular, perfect, hottie, killer body, captain of the cheer leading squad and most of all miss queen bee of Throne High. Lets not forget the bully too. Even the teachers and her so called friends are her puppets.
Basically, she owned the school, getting away from every goddamn trouble because of her father -- a CEO of a famous investment company-- and her mother who is a successful designer and editor as well. Her parents are the sweetest with all their generous donations and really kind. I just don't know how Kelly is related to both of them.
She and I know each other from second grade. Ever since I accidentally spilled my painting color on her expensive white dress it's all been war between us. Especially her.
What is maddening, her parents and mine are close and the way she treats me before them is sickening -- acting as if she is the perfect child and my awfully sweet best friend.
From that day forth I have been bullied and insulted by her every minute of my life as long as I could remember. But on the seventh grade it got to a point where she raised her hand to punch me. Man, I haven't been very much thankful to see the janitor come by and she stop her.
That very day I asked Cole to teach me the basic stuff about self defense and fights as in throwing a good punch and dodging plus blocking one.
The next day the fear of me being defenseless was gone but the punch never came. Although, the words did. Those were the ones that hurt the most.
I became to take interest in boxing and asked my parents if I could join one of the classes in the near by gym that gives lessons to the adults along to kids. They were more than happy to approve and since Cole works outs daily we would go together. You could say those were the reasons for my fitted and healthy body.
On one quite morning of our junior year she ran her mouth sending false nasty rumors about me which earned her a punch right on the nose. I got called into the principle's office that day. Got a 6 month detention instead of being expelled. My A grades saved my ass. Also I got grounded for life but they meant 6 months because I broke her nose.
Yea, I broke it.
How I felt proud of myself that day. I still do. I stood up for myself that day.
Apparently, my parents apologized to her parents, even made me fucking apologize to her. As expected she didn't come for what seemed like weeks which was a vacation for me minus the stupid grounding. I was strictly told to never use my boxing skills at school except for a person got to the 'core of my nerves' as my parents put it. But Cole rooted for me, he was really proud of me.
Ever since then she hasn't opened her mouth on me nor breathed my name if I was close.
Until now.
Because I stupidly kissed her boyfriend in accid-- wait it wasn't an accident, but I didn't know they were even seeing each other.
"Didn't you hear me?"
"W-h-y t-h-e f-u-c-k a-r-e y-o-u k-i-s-s-i-n-g m-y b-o-y-f--" She speaks every word as if explaining to a child.
"I'm sorry I didn't know." I cut her off, my voice straightforward. I turn around and get out of the living room.
"Wait! Summer, just wait!" Drake shouts. He moves forward to reach me.
"You have done enough." I hear Matt say.
As I make my way to front door a hand grabs my wrist not harshly but gentle. I look up to the person, Matt.
I see the worry and concern in his eyes. I know he won't let my hand go so I tag him along and get out of the place.
I feel his hand slipping down holding and locks our fingers.
I feel so embarrassed, so humiliated, so disappointed, so angry and I just wanted to cry out loud.
He was my second crush. My gate way away from the feeling I had for Matt which I still do.
I am so angry that he has Kelly; holding her, kissing her, cuddling with her. But the most I'm angry and furious about was why I couldn't have anyone to hold me like that.
Why can't they love me back?
I love Matt but he sees me as his best friend.
I like Drake but he sees me as... I don't even know what he sees me as. A side chick, a slut, a one nightstand.
I am mad because I love Matt so damn much it kills me to see him with other girls other than Chloe.
I can see how they look at him, how they flirt with him, how they get too close to him, how they touch him. He is the most observing person that I know but he wasn't good enough to see that I was completely in love with him.
The two years he went to Italy were really hard but they helped me in lessening my hope. Just a little. I thought if I liked someone else my feeling for him would fade away but I was wrong. So dead wrong!
Drake was a cute guy my eyes landed upon. Not more than Matt but I kept stealing glances his way here and there. Sometimes I see him talking with Gab and Cole at the parking lot. I started asking Cole question about him which led him to think I had a crush on Drake.
I learnt he was a nice and great person so I went with it. Went with the thought of me having a crush on Drake. I know it's wrong. I know it wasn't fair. But it wasn't a complete lie that I didn't.
Like who wouldn't? But all that was an illusions. A distraction from my true feeling. A hide away.
I must say I'm pretty good at distracting myself, don't you think?
I feel a warm liquid running down my cheeks. I'm crying, I must have been so engrossed with my thoughts to notice. Instantly, Matt comes in front of me and hugs me.
I am engulfed with his manly smell that gave me comfort and made me relax. His arms that wrapped around me made me feel safe - sound and protected in his arms. His chin rested upon my head as I hide my face into his hard but comfortably chest and soak his white t-shirt with my non-stopping tears.
They just keep on falling, falling, falling and falling.
I feel exhausted. My energy all drained away.
I pull away as my tears decreasing down, lowering my head I look at the ground because I don't want him to see me all ugly with puffy red eyes and running mascara.
But he brings his index finger to my chin and rises my head upwards to look at him. Those beautiful hazels that seem to glow a little gold due to the angle and the light of the full moon above us joined by dozen of shimmering stars.
He gives me his brilliant smile and says,
"I missed you so much, love."
I chuckle a little.
A single shed of tear escapes my eye running down my cheeks only to be wiped away by his thumb.
"I missed you so damn much!" I exclaim giving him a warm smile.
He leans down pecking my hair and goes down to buries his face in the crook of my neck. I feel him inhaling my scent. He holds me even closer and tighter. His arms now wrapped around my tiny waist.
"I'm hear now." He whispers assuring me I will be safe. That nobody could get to me because he will always be there.
Hearing those word only made my single tear multiply. I take my arms and put them on his neck clenching on him as if he would go way, as if this is a dream, not wanting him to leave me again. I rest my head on his shoulder, I am so thankful he was here. Now. Not later, not before but right now. He always knows the perfect timing.
I love you, Matt.