Not-so-Freshmen

Chapter Ten

I back away from Parker by just a step, and ever so slightly turn my head towards the noise.
The only though in my head right now is that it’s Mr. Hawthorne, that I’m in tons of trouble, and that I’m completely doomed.
But when I turn my head, I see Wesley.
For a second, I’m completely relieved. Why? Because it’s not Mr. Hawthorne and Parker and I are NOT completely doomed. But then, the relieved feeling goes away. Why? Because it IS Wesley. Who I thought I liked, sort of, and whom I was going to be hanging out with tomorrow.
I have no idea what to expect either boy to do, and I take another step away from Parker. I was still a little too close for comfort.
“Oh, um..” Wesley tries to speak, then runs a hand through his straight, jet black hair. “Was I…” He makes a gesture between me and Parker. “Was I interrupting something?”
Parker and I glance at each other. His cheeks are red, and he looks like he’s breathing just as heavily as I am.
“No,” we say in unison.
“OH,” Welsey blurts, and starts walking towards us. “Well, I’ve gotta go deliver some stuff for Mr. Hawthorne… You guys just..” He walks right past us, then looks back to finish his sentence. “Continue, I guess.”
Parker and I watch him walk down the rest of the hall, and up the staircase to the main level of the school.
“Welp,” I say, almost to myself. But then, it all hits me, and I spin myself around to face Parker, wearing a confused face.
I stick my pointer finger in his face. “Excuse me sir, but WHAT THE HECK was THAT all about?!”
He just stares at me blankly for a moment, then chuckles. “I.. I wanted to see what would happen.”
My hand falls to my side, and all I can do is stare up at him. “Wha.. Wait, what? Like.. wh-“
He starts to laugh, but keeps his eyes on me. “I just.. Wanted to. So I did. Sorry. But Paisley…” His cocky grin fades away. “Dadgum.”
I chuckle at him a little bit. Why is he acting so weird?
“What.. What did you think?”
The question surprises me. But.. I decide to tell him the truth. “Same as you, I guess…” I look away from him, feeling a blush coming on. “.. My knees got weak.”
He stays silent, and I still won’t look at him. A moment goes by of silence, and I think he’s stopped talking to me. I take a step away from him, towards the choir room.
But he’s not done with me.
He wraps his arms around my waist, and pulls me close to him. A smile settles onto my lips, and I giggle, almost uncontrollably.
“Made your knees go weak, did I?” he whispers, straight into my ear. I can almost feel the smile in his voice.
I giggle again, and try to grab at his hands on my waist. “Parker, let go!”
“Whyy?” he asks, gripping me tighter.
I continue to grab at his hands, but he’s too strong for me. “I’ve got to go back to class, and so do you!”
He pulls me even closer to him, and leans his head against mine. I can smell the faint scent of cologne on him. He plants a quick kiss on my cheek, then smiles against it.
“Do you reeaaally want to go back to class, Paisley?” he whispers, still grinning, with his mouth less than an inch away from my face.

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