A grabbed my handbag and walked out of the room. To be greeted by the boys whistling at me. I started to blush and Nick stuck up for me. ‘Just ’cause the last girl who chose to be closer than a meter away from you was Megan in year 7. Gatsby just leave it.’ I grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge and said goodbye to the boys. ‘ See you around sometime,’ I said still really embarrassed. We rushed down to the lift and we didn’t talk the whole lift ride. ‘ Marc escorted us to a taxi which took us to the train station.
As we got out the car and Nick walked me to train, I felt as though I should say something. ‘ I like you, I like you a lot. And I would like to see you again.’ That was all I could manage. ‘Of course. I like you too and today was really great.’ He said. And then we kissed. It was long and gentle and passionate. It was perfect. But then I had to go and I wanted to cry. ‘ Bye.’ I said as I turned away and walked to the train.
When I got home I couldn’t stop thinking about him. The way he had touched me and how I felt about him. In a way, it had all happened so quickly. But I had never felt this way about someone. It was like I knew from the moment we met on the bridge, that it was right. That I wanted to be with him. And that I needed him. So later that night I texted him:
Hey. When we were at the Tate you said you would love to read some of my poetry, so I wrote this for you.
I walked towards you and you walked towards me,
I wrapped my hands around your neck and you wrapped yours around my waist,
I looked into your eyes and you looked into mine,
Our lips touched and we kissed.
You kissed me like you understood me,
Like you knew me,
Like I meant everything to you,
Like you never wanted to leave.
It was so tender,
Careful and loving,
Your breath tasted sweet.
Then your gone,
And I need you,
I need your lips on mine,
Forever and always.
A few minutes later I got a reply:
You are a beautiful writer and I miss you. When can I see you again? xxx
Next Saturday. xxx
Be prepared to be swept of your feet xxx
All week I couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was like he seeped into my every thought. But when I told my best friend she was not impressed. ‘Oh babes I’m happy for you. But do you really know this guy. What if you got pregnant? You need to think these things through!’ But I was never an impulsive person. I was logical, I always had a plan. When I informed my mother of where I had been – but obviously not what I had done – she seemed ok with it. ‘Just be careful when you see him next. He seems nice, but you need to get to know him more. So the week went by in a flash and I longed to be near him.
On Friday night I came home from hanging out with my best friend and my mum told me a package had arrived for me. I walked up to the post office to get it and walked all the way back with it. By the time I got home I was tired and sick of the stupid thing. ‘Why do I need so many school booookkkssssss! Ugh!’ I threw it on my bed and left it there, thinking it was just another maths textbook. I got some supper and then came back upstairs to get some sleep.
Only out of boredom did I open it up. The nail scissors I had in my draw weren’t good enough so I had to get the sharper ones from my desk. And then I cut it open.’Oh my god!’ I exclaimed.
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