knocking me over as I fall flat on my face dropping all my stuff across the floor.
"I'm sorry! I'm so, so, so, sorry." He apologizes as he tries to pick me up. "You startled me," he further explains. He pulls me up and onto his lap.
"Are you okay?" He asks while rubbing my head and stroking my hair.
"I'm fine. Really." I try reassuring him but he doesn't stop. In fact he goes further when he tucks my head under his chin and rocks me a little like I'm a freaking baby.
"We've got to stop meeting like this." I joke with him. Running into him, bumping heads and now full out falling. I must seem like a complete clutz.
I acknowledge where I am—sitting on his lap in a private area of the library. Our bodies touch on every level. The intimacy between us throws me off. I decide to throw away whatever insecurities I'm harboring. I'm only seventeen once.
I wrap both arms around his rock hard body and he holds me. We're matching puzzle pieces finally fitting together. I'm falling hard for Ollie and for once I'm not scared.
I raise my head from his shoulder and stare into his beautiful eyes. They're bright blue and vibrant. They're piercing me but I can't pull away.
Instead I take one hand and touch the side of his face using my thumb to stroke his cheek. His skin is unbelievably soft. As I reach his chin, it becomes scratchy since the stubble has grown out. I think I love him. Oh my God! What am I thinking? I've only known him a week.
I pull his face into mine and close my eyes letting myself kiss him for the first time. I take the initiative and do what I want. At first neither of us really know how to react. I'm shocked by my forwardness and I think he is too.
His mouth is warm and completely inviting. The first embrace lasts a couple of seconds. After we both realize what's happening the kiss deepens. He comes back in hard, our touch longer and more passionate. His tongue finds mine and they dance together, swirling until I'm not sure who is who.
Suddenly a flash goes off blinding me by the abruptness. I am brought back to reality when I hear cackling. I can tell immediately a group of girls is here although I'm not sure how many.
I hear Becca's annoying voice say 'gotcha' and their footsteps scamper away. She ruined my kiss! Our amazing first kiss—passionate, loving, tender, strong, everything I imagined. Now the memory is tainted by Becca.
I'm not even upset, I'm simply angry. I want to follow her and punch her in her little bitchy face. What the hell, I'm done caring what people think. I jump up off Ollie's lap and race towards the door. Mary says something to me but I ignore her.
I step out into the hall looking both ways for Becca. She would never think I would chase after her. I've been taking her torment for two years without so much as a whisper.
I'm done dealing with her. I decide to go to the left but I take too long. She's no where to be seen. I don't even hear footsteps anymore. Ollie catches up to me and grabs my arm.
"Leave her." He pleads to me. He looks me in the eyes trying to persuade me to stop. Becca deserves to be put in her place.
"No. She's gone too far. She ruined our first kiss." I confess. Clearly I'm so pissed my mouth doesn't possess a filter because if I was in my right mind set, I would ever say these things. I'm sure guys don't even care about this kind of stuff.
"We can try again." He says smirking when I face him. I pout and his smile fades. I know he's just trying to make me feel better but it honestly doesn't work. Just when I'm trying to be normal, something like this shatters it.
"It's not the same." I admit slumping against the wall. The floor is disgusting but I hardly care as my knees bend to touch my chest and I bury my face in my hands. I try to take deep breaths and collapse over my legs.
On the exhale I get choked up unable to hold my feelings in anymore. A few silent tears fall over my lips and trickle down my face. I
"I'm sorry! I'm so, so, so, sorry." He apologizes as he tries to pick me up. "You startled me," he further explains. He pulls me up and onto his lap.
"Are you okay?" He asks while rubbing my head and stroking my hair.
"I'm fine. Really." I try reassuring him but he doesn't stop. In fact he goes further when he tucks my head under his chin and rocks me a little like I'm a freaking baby.
"We've got to stop meeting like this." I joke with him. Running into him, bumping heads and now full out falling. I must seem like a complete clutz.
I acknowledge where I am—sitting on his lap in a private area of the library. Our bodies touch on every level. The intimacy between us throws me off. I decide to throw away whatever insecurities I'm harboring. I'm only seventeen once.
I wrap both arms around his rock hard body and he holds me. We're matching puzzle pieces finally fitting together. I'm falling hard for Ollie and for once I'm not scared.
I raise my head from his shoulder and stare into his beautiful eyes. They're bright blue and vibrant. They're piercing me but I can't pull away.
Instead I take one hand and touch the side of his face using my thumb to stroke his cheek. His skin is unbelievably soft. As I reach his chin, it becomes scratchy since the stubble has grown out. I think I love him. Oh my God! What am I thinking? I've only known him a week.
I pull his face into mine and close my eyes letting myself kiss him for the first time. I take the initiative and do what I want. At first neither of us really know how to react. I'm shocked by my forwardness and I think he is too.
His mouth is warm and completely inviting. The first embrace lasts a couple of seconds. After we both realize what's happening the kiss deepens. He comes back in hard, our touch longer and more passionate. His tongue finds mine and they dance together, swirling until I'm not sure who is who.
Suddenly a flash goes off blinding me by the abruptness. I am brought back to reality when I hear cackling. I can tell immediately a group of girls is here although I'm not sure how many.
I hear Becca's annoying voice say 'gotcha' and their footsteps scamper away. She ruined my kiss! Our amazing first kiss—passionate, loving, tender, strong, everything I imagined. Now the memory is tainted by Becca.
I'm not even upset, I'm simply angry. I want to follow her and punch her in her little bitchy face. What the hell, I'm done caring what people think. I jump up off Ollie's lap and race towards the door. Mary says something to me but I ignore her.
I step out into the hall looking both ways for Becca. She would never think I would chase after her. I've been taking her torment for two years without so much as a whisper.
I'm done dealing with her. I decide to go to the left but I take too long. She's no where to be seen. I don't even hear footsteps anymore. Ollie catches up to me and grabs my arm.
"Leave her." He pleads to me. He looks me in the eyes trying to persuade me to stop. Becca deserves to be put in her place.
"No. She's gone too far. She ruined our first kiss." I confess. Clearly I'm so pissed my mouth doesn't possess a filter because if I was in my right mind set, I would ever say these things. I'm sure guys don't even care about this kind of stuff.
"We can try again." He says smirking when I face him. I pout and his smile fades. I know he's just trying to make me feel better but it honestly doesn't work. Just when I'm trying to be normal, something like this shatters it.
"It's not the same." I admit slumping against the wall. The floor is disgusting but I hardly care as my knees bend to touch my chest and I bury my face in my hands. I try to take deep breaths and collapse over my legs.
On the exhale I get choked up unable to hold my feelings in anymore. A few silent tears fall over my lips and trickle down my face. I
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