Him and I

XXXI

I leaned in to kiss him, hands slipping around his neck. "Thank you for tonight." I said and he put his forehead against mine. "Thank you, you're the one aiding me, remember?" He said, pointing at the wound above his eyebrow. "Well, I don't mind." I said and he grinned. "Sure," He said, kissing me again. "Bye, Willow." He said, hands squeezing my ass.

I yelped and he laughed. "See you, monkey." I said and he shook his head.

"Sure, baby."

I frowned at him and he frowned back. "If you get to call me a petname, I get to call you one, too." He said and I licked my lips. "Whatever you say," I said, opening my car. He waved at me as I drove off. I made my way back to my house, realising I was gonna be late and when I opened the door, my Dad was sitting in the living room. "You're forty five minutes late, what happened?" He asked and I fixed my top so I didn't have to look at him. "I had to drop Isaac off, but he had to talk to this man about a scholarship in Toronto."

"Oh, damn." My Dad said, frowning. "I was worried, since you said something about boxing." He explained and I nodded. "I'm sorry, I could've texted you." I said and he gave me a small smile. "You're okay, that's all that matters."

"How was Will?" I asked and my Dad rolled his eyes. "I'm supposed to ask about your boyfriend not the other way around." He said and I sighed. "I am genuinely curious though." I said. "How serious are you?" I said and he glared at me. "I'm forty eight, not a teenager anymore." He said and I laughed. "Isaac asked if you wanted us to cook dinner for you one day, instead of you cooking for us." I said and my Dad cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, he'd wanna do that?"

I nodded and he smiled. "That sounds great, what about next week Saturday?" He asked. "I'll ask him," I said and my Dad scanned me. "You look really happy," He said and I blushed. "What?" I asked and he grinned. "What happened between you and Isaac?" I rolled my eyes and fiddled with my top. "Nothing."

"Uh-huh," He said, shaking his head. "Are you together?" He asked and I looked at him. "No," I said. "I don't think we will be until I'm eighteen."

"That's still four months, well five." He said and I shrugged. "So be it, what we're doing now is technically illegal, I don't wanna get him into trouble." I said and my Dad nodded. "Yeah, smart of you," He said. "Well, I'm heading to bed." He said, getting up from the couch. "Yeah," I said, turning around to head upstairs as well. "Good night." I said as I made my way upstairs. "Don't dream about Isaac too much." He said and I rolled my eyes, heading into my room.

~>~

"Good morning." I said to Chris who was writing things down in his notebook. "Morning," He said, not looking up as I sat down next to him. "What are you working on?" I asked and now he did look up. "Nothing too important." He said, closing the book and putting it in his backpack. "How was Isaac yesterday?" Chris asked, resting his head on his hand, leaning onto the desk. "Great, I had fun." I said, getting out my English textbook. "Fun as in fun?" He asked and I rolled my eyes. "Depends on what you consider fun." I said and he pursed his lips. "Your fun," He said. "Sex, of course."

"Shut up," I said, shoving his shoulder. "But yeah, that kinda fun." I said, which made him snicker. "What's funny?" Joey asked, sitting on front of us, next to Cassidy who raised her eyebrows at him. "Someone's sitting here," She said, giving Joey a glare. "I don't see this person anywhere," He said, looking around the room. She scoffed. "Dickhead."

"I'll be gone when they arrive." He said. "So, what was funny?" He asked and Chris cleared his throat. "Isaac, over here," Chris waved at him, Isaac's head turning this direction, perking up. "Oh," He said and walked up to us. "I didn't know you guys were in this class." He said, taking at the desk next to ours. "We decided to transfer here, French was killing us." I said and he grinned. "You won't hear me complain."