I was sitting at lunch, talking to my friends when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was an underclassmen, most likely a freshman, and they had a note. The freshman handed it to me wordlessly and left.
“That was weird,” one friend said, peering at the piece of paper in my hands curiously.
“Are you getting inducted in a secret society or something?” another friend joked, jabbing me playfully with their elbow.
I smiled and got up, knowing full well what the note said without reading the contents. “Will one of you dump my trash for me? I have an appointment.” I waved the note in reference, keeping it vague as possible, and left the cafeteria.
I walked the hallways, a beat faster than my normal pace, excitedly trying to destination.
Once there, I walked in and shut the door behind me. The door automatically locks – a new procedure put in by the school to prevent school shootings.
“Got my note, I see?” He was sitting at his desk,and even from the distance I could see the multiple colors of blue in his eyes.
I shoved the note in my back pocket, “I actually didn’t even read it. You’re becoming far too predictable these days.” I teased as I sat at the end of his desk casually.
His eyes darkened slightly, I knew he liked it when I was on his desk. He got out of his desk and walked towards me, making me turn my body towards him.
“We’re breaking your rule,” I sang, referring to the one of the rules we had talked about when we first started dating.
“And you’re killing the mood,” he sang back as he smirked ever-so-slightly. He took my skinny-jean-clad legs and had them wrap around his waist. My arms, out of reflex, wrapped around his neck and my fingers found peace at the nape of his neck.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered.
Six months ago, when we first started dating, I would look down insecurely and blush whenever he made those comments. But he has given me so much confidence, made me feel so loved and cherished, I can now believe him.
I reached up and brought his lips to mine, the feel very familiar but still exciting. He deepened it as I subconsciously tightened my legs around him, needing to feel.
After a minute or two, we broke apart and I panted slightly on his shoulder.
“You know,” he started, “we might have to change the rules a bit.”