We- well, I- walked to the entrance of the school. I left Allie behind with Luke after he gave her a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolate. I stood where the bike racks were and looked around.
"Can't you just smell the love in the air?" A feminine voice spoke from behind me. I turned and saw Karmin. She was styling blue hair now as compared to last week's pink. I wondered if I could pull off any other than my natural hair color of brown. "Ew, yeah," I joked, scrunching up my nose. "Really makes you want to break out the Febreze." She laughs and so do I. "Are you doing anything tonight?"
"No," I say. "Are you doing anything tonight?"
"Yeah," She replied, shortly. "Ew, he's here." She walked away.
What? I wanted to ask who she was talking about.
"Sup, Pidge." Justin says walking right past me. "Hi," I say quietly to myself, and walk inside. I get to my locker, and get my books just as the second bell rang. The hallways cleared out quickly as I made my way to Calculus. I couldn't wait to see every girls face when they get a rose. Oh, Valentine's Day.
I should've bought one for myself. I laugh at the thought of it.
"You're staying home, Farrah?" Diane questioned when she saw me in kitchen popping a bag of popcorn. "Yeah," I sighed.
"What about that boy, um..." Jon paused trying to think of his name. "Collin?" I said. "Yes, thank you." He smiled. "He's a strapping young man." He chimed. "What about him?"
"He's, um, going out of town for the weekend." I lied as the microwave went off. I took the bag of popcorn out, and turned to see Jon struggling with his bow tie.
I laughed. "Here, lemme see," I put the popcorn down. He squatted down a little bit, and let me tie the bow. "Diane usually does this for me," He chuckled.
"I don't mind."
"So, how did you learn to tie a bow tie?"
"I watched my father do it when I was younger, actually." I answered truthfully.
I could almost see the image of the man I called my father in my head. Tall guy- lots of hair; it was brown like mine. I was only five, but I practiced tying the bow tie whenever he wasn't around.
"Mhmm," he hummed. "Yep," I replied.
Diane waltzed back into the kitchen in a knee length indigo dress. "I see you did your Bow tie." She beamed. "Actually," He said, "Farrah did it for me." He gave a side hug and ruffled my hair a bit.
"Oh, nice to have another lady around who knows how to tie one." She spoke of the tie. "I taught Allie when she was twelve because she really wanted to learn. My father taught me."
"Cool," I said.
"We'll see you when we get back." Diane said. I nodded, said goodbye, and went up to my room with the popcorn and soda.
"Farrah," Jon called.
"A woman called today, asking for you. You might want to call back because I said you would." Jon said. "It sounded important."
"Will do," I said, ready for them to leave.
D and J left. I knew only because I heard the garage door open and close.
I went to my room, finally.
I turned my laptop on and sat on my bed. I clicked the Netflix shortcut I had set up in my browser. I scrolled through movies, but settled on a series about a woman sentenced to prison for a crime she committed years ago.
I set my bottle of soda on my nightstand next to my bag of lifesavers. I decided I'd spoil myself with junk food tonight.
Three one-hour episodes later, there was a light tapping on my balcony door. "What the..." I looked around slowly. I stood up slowly and grabbed an encyclopedia from my bookshelf. I walked slowly in the direction of the balcony.
A murderer would've come in already, I thought rationally.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"Who do you think?" The person imitated my voice, and poorly I might add. I opened the door having a clue of who it might be.
"Jesus," I exclaimed, "you scared me."
"No. I'm not Jesus." He laughed and let himself into my room. Once in, he looked me up and down, and with one brow cocked up, he asked, "What the hell would you do with an encyclopedia if I was some ax murderer or something?" He said. "Educate me?" He joked.
"What are you doing here?" I rolled my eyes and put the encyclopedia down.
"Well, Allie informed me of your boring itinerary for the night, so I thought I'd come over and bring some joy into your life."
"Okay," I said. "You can start by going downstairs and retrieving me another can of Dr. Pepper from the garage refrigerator." I commanded. "Get one for yourself if you'd like."
He surprisingly listened. He also came back eating my box of Goldfish. I didn't say anything even though I wanted to snatch it away from him.
Thirty minutes passed, and Justin said he was bored. He didn't even watch the whole episode.
"Let's go back to my place," He suggested. I was starting to get a little bored as well, so I said sure. I changed into black skinny jeans, a grey sweatshirt, and left my hair the way it was.
I was startled to see Justin waiting outside my room door. I smiled. We walked down the staircase. He opened the front door for me.
There I was surprised again to see Luke's Charger. (Luke never let's anybody drive his precious car) I didn't ask about it though.
"I just planned on staying home," I said, sitting on the couch next to Justin. "That's boring." Justin said. "Yeah, whatever," I rolled my eyes and rested my legs on Justin's.
Eventually, I stood up and went to fetch a soda from the refrigerator.
I grabbed a can, and popped open the tab only to be sprayed by it. I dropped the can on the ground. "Shit," I said. Justin came running into the kitchen. He sucked in some air through his teeth and said, "I should've warned you about that one. That-" He gestured towards my sweater, "-was supposed to happen to Luke."
"Well... jokes on me- literally." I exasperated. "Can you let me borrow one of your shirts?" I said. "This is gonna get sticky."
He nodded, trying to hold in a laugh obviously. We walked into his bedroom. "Pick which ever one you want. I'll clean up your mess and meet you in there."
"Okay," I softly said. He was about to close the door when I stopped him. "Can you wash this for me?" I pointed to my shirt.
"I guess." He shrugged.
I went into the closet and peeled off the shirt. "Here," I held my hand out with the shirt in my grip. I felt him take it into his hands. "Thanks,"
I heard the door close and I came out of the closet.
I turned to see what was in his closet. He had dress shirts,pants, and his shoes in there and nothing more. I looked through his dresser and found a baby blue t-shirt.
I also discovered a pair of boxing gloves. I slipped them on and starting throwing random punches in the air.
"What are you doing?" Justin asked from behind me. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks. "Um, what does it look like I'm doing?" I answered with a question. "Looks like you're being retarded," He teased.
"You're retarded." I stated, and started punching him.
"So clever, aren't you?" He stood there like nothing was happening. He caught my arm mid-swing and said, "You're doing it wrong," He said. "How am I doing it wrong?" I questioned. I swung, and he caught it again. "you're so predictable." he smirked.
Justin let my arms go, and laid his hand on my hips. he positioned them "correctly" and then moved my arms.
He showed me how to "properly" throw a punch. I got the hang of it eventually.
"Now try," He said. "hit me," I pulled my arm back a little like he said to do. I hit him- nothing. I did one of the combos he taught me, and this time made him wobble. "You suck," He laughed.
"Do I now?" I said tackling him to ground. I sat on his stomach and started playfully hitting his chest, and moving from side to side to punch him lightly on his sides and face. "Am I bad at this now? Huh?" I asked, slightly serious.
"Hey, Pigeon?" Justin groaned, unexpectedly. "What?" I replied, trying to focus on hitting him. "Can you get off of me?" He asked. "Not until you tap out," I said, shaking my head. I continued "punching" him.
"Please?" He almost whimpered.
I shook my head. I was tired so I stopped, but I didn't got off of him. I hovered over him as I rested. "Tap out," I said breathlessly.
"No," he said.
I could feel his breath.
He was so close. So, so close.
Justin licked his lips as he stared at my eyes, then to my lips, and then back to my eyes. He lifted his head, and met I him halfway.
He cupped the back of my neck, quickening the process.
His lips were soft. So, so soft.
"Tap out," I mumbled, on his mouth as the kiss deepened.
Justin slowly moved his hand down, and tapped my ass lightly
I grinned. I had won.
His hand found itself on my side again, but this time, under my shirt. I tugged lightly on his bottom lip with my lip.
"For fuck's sake, Farrah," He groaned, and held me closer to him. That was the first time I'd ever heard him say my actual name. His hands were all over my stomach, desperate to get my shirt off.
The feeling I had was indescribable. It was a a feeling of euphoria, infatuation, want.
"Hey, J, the door was ope-" A familiar voice came from behind me. I froze. I whipped my head around to see Ty Braxton standing in the door way. "What's up?" He grinned.
"Wrestling," I said quickly.
"I'd like to wrestle too, baby." Ty winked at me. I crawled off Justin slowly, keeping my head down.
"What the fuck do you want?" Justin snapped.
"Luke said I could come over and get the tent." Ty spoke slowly. "I just wanted to let you know that I came by already..."
"okay," Justin took in some air, then said bye abruptly. Ty laughed, and closed the door.
I finally looked up, still blushing.
"I think I should go too." I said. Justin ran his fingers through his hair a little, tugging at the ends a bit.
"Yeah, okay," The was disappointment clear in his voice. It kind of made me want to stay. "Diane and Jon will be expecting me to be home." I said trying to convince myself to leave. He nodded.
"That was...good." I muttered to myself. Justin's lip twitched a little before helping me up.
"So close," He whispered to me when we arrived.
"Mhmm," I laughed. "But it wasn't going to happen." I said, seriously and sternly.
"Whatever," He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "Happy Valentine's Day, Pigeon."