School

When Trey parked in Falstaff High’s senior lot, he was surprised that Breanna immediately got out of the car and started walking. He fumbled to get his bag from the backseat before jogging to catch up to her.

“Bree!” he hollered, surprised at her speed. His girlfriend turned and looked at him apologetically. She stopped and let him catch up.

“Sorry, babe. I’ve got a meeting with the guidance counselor,” she said, letting him catch up and then meeting his stride.

“Guidance counselor? Is everything okay?”

“Oh! No babe,” Breanna chuckled, “I’m fine. I’m just doing the tutoring program. I wanna get some extracurriculars in before cheer picks up again.”

Trey was relieved. He had a terrible habit of assuming the worst case scenario. He nearly lost Falstaff a shot at state by working himself into a frenzy before a game. Breanna had a great way of calming him, though. She was the best case for him. If she was there, everything was gonna be okay.

“But you’re on time, right?”

Breanna slowed. She looked at Trey, confused.

“Yeah?”

“So I got us here? Fast?”

Breanna stopped to laugh. She chuckled down at her shoes while Trey walked around to face her.

“Yes but I’m on time now. If I give you your ‘bonus,’ I won’t be anymore.” She took a step closer, putting two hands on her boyfriend’s chest. A look of mock disappointment painted his face. She pecked him on the cheek and brought her lips to his ear. “You think you can hold out till lunch?”

Trey pulled her close and planted a litany of kisses on her cheek. She let out a light squeal and pushed him away. “Down boy, or I’m gonna be late!” Breanna pushed through the doors of Falstaff high and her boyfriend watched her hips sway as she disappeared down the halls, getting excited for lunch and thinking about how lucky he is.

Gia didn’t say a thing to Logan their entire trip to school. He was able to suppress it when he walked her down the block to her house, when he was sitting in her passenger seat it was a little more difficult, but on the walk to the school building Logan cracked and a large smile formed across his face. Gia glanced in his direction and snapped. She gripped Logan’s sleeve tight and began to pull him to the side, away from the swarm of classmates at the doors. Logan’s chuckling threw coal on her rage. When she felt they were safely out of sight, Gia pushed Logan against the orange brick and began hushedly yelling at him, punctuating each word with slaps at his head and chest.

“I can’t fucking believe you!” She growled. Logan’s fit of laughter only grew.

“I can’t help it! You get so cute when you’re angry,” he said in-between chortles. He moved his hands up to her flailing arms in an attempt to stop her barrage. She finally relaxed her arms, clutching at his shirt. She looked up at him with hungry eyes.

“It’s not anger!” She closed the distance between them, assaulting his mouth with hers. Logan was surprised, bracing himself against her hips. Gia pulled away and ran her hands up and down his chest. “I’ve been holding that in since this morning,” her hand trailed down his chest and Logan felt it caress his crotch. “If you weren’t worried about suspension I would’ve parked the car in some alley and we’d miss second period.” Logan chuckled again, but Gia’s grip tightened around him. “Not funny.”

Logan wrapped an arm around Gia’s waist and pulled her in again. She returned his kiss reluctantly and loosened her grip. He broke the kiss but stayed close, bringing his lips up to her ear.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

The whisper didn’t help Gia’s condition. It took everything she had not to melt into him. She steeled herself and pushed him back against the wall.

“Lunch,” she asserted, running her hand up and down the front of his pants. Logan grunted at the feeling, starting to grow under his jeans.

“Lunch.”

Gia moved her hand back to his chest, putting her angry face on again. Logan smiled again, earning one more light smack from his girlfriend before she walked away.