8. Chapter seven: Tasha
Phew that was a tight squeeze! I’ve been following Tony since lunchtime. I saw him slip out of the gates unnoticed, except by me. So I decided to follow him to see where he was heading. I thought he might have been going to the shop for lunch or quickly into town. It turns out I was wrong. I have been hiding in the bushes for an hour. I don’t know what he is doing inside this old house or why he picked here to do whatever he was doing. It’s just some run down Victorian house that looks like it has been boarded up since like the end of the Victorian era or something. I don’t think Tony has any intention of going back to school today. So I thought that I might as well go in and surprise him. I couldn’t seem to get him alone in school to talk to him so I may as well take this opportunity to find out a bit more about him.
“Hey!” I say cheerfully as I make my entrance through the boarded up window. He just grunts in reply making me feel unwelcome. I sit down and make myself comfortable, being careful to cross my legs so he can’t see up my skirt. To be honest, I wouldn’t mind him looking if I get to see things in return.
“What are you doing here?” he asks.
“I came to see you obviously. I saw you sneaking out of school so I thought I’d follow you. It beats drama. I hate drama. Acting is for losers.” I replied.
“Acting is not for losers,” he protests. “You’re the loser.” I sigh and sit down. I don’t want to argue with the fittest boy that I’ve ever laid eyes on. He takes out a vodka bottle and takes a swig. He passes the bottle to me. I refuse. Alcohol is not my thing as you know. So I passed him a joint to smoke instead. Unexpectedly, he took it without any questions. So we sat there smoking our joints and just enjoying each others company. I asked him if he had a girlfriend. He said he did. Her name is Maisie. ‘Damn!’ I thought and then ‘what the heck I might as well give it a try as I’ve got nothing to lose’. Suddenly I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. As I tried to pull away he pulled me closer towards me and we were both kissing-comfort kissing. It felt good. His lips were soft and his hands carefully cupped my face. Eventually we break apart for air and then just sit there in awkward silence until he decides to leave. I stay there for a few minutes, wondering why he just left like that. No goodbye, no explanation for the kiss, nothing. Boys.