Chapter 11, Alexis

"He's such a good kisser," I tell Alyssa as we sit down at lunch. "Seriously, I could kiss him forvever."


She laughs. "I'm sure you could."

I sigh dreamily. "He's just so... wonderful..."

Aly rolls her eyes. "Well, Mr. Wonderful is coming this way, so stop drooling."

"What?!" I sit up fast and fix my hair and smooth my skirt. I look up and, sure enough, Justin's heading over to our table.

"Hey gorgeous," he says, sitting next to me and kissing my cheek.

"Hey," I respond, smiling. I hold his hand, and he smiles too.

Aly raises her eyebrows. "So, you two are like, a couple now?"

I glance at Justin, and he smiles. "Yeah," I say. "We are."

Justin grins and leans in to kiss me. "We most definately are," he mumbles. He kisses me, and I can't help but kiss back.

Aly coughs. "Uhm, excuse me? I'm still here, you know."

I pull away from Justin. "Sorry."

She crosses her arms. "Whatever."

Justin stands up. "C'mon, baby. Let's go somewhere."

"Alright, but I'm going to class today! I'm not skipping again!"

"Whatever." He takes my hand and we start to walk away.

"Alrght, that's fine!" Alyssa calls after us. "Just leave! No worries! I'll just sit here by myself!"

I laugh. She can be so dramatic. Justin and I walk down the hall towards the gym. "Where are we going?" I ask.

"I don't know," he says. "I just wannna walk with you."

"Aww, you're sweet."

"Not as sweet as you."

"Please, not this. Do not make me throw up."

"Sorry."

We end up going to my locker so I can get my jacket. I pull it on, and Justin watches. "Why are you watching me put on a jacket?"

He smiles. "You look hot putting on a jacket. I bet you'd look even hotter taking it off." He winks at me.

"No, actually, I'd look cold, because this school is freezing and without this jacket I'm going to get hypothermia."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

We start walking again, but then Justin stops. "Ugh! I can't take this! Can we PLEASE leave this stupid school?! I'll take you to Dairy Queen or whatever, but can we please leave?!"

I burst out laughing. "Alright, sure, whatever. I guess we can go."

"Thank you!" He practically runs out of the school, and I follow. He picks me up and sets me in the car, then climbs through the passenger side over me to get to the driver's seat. "Oh! Sorry! Excuse me! Coming through!"

Laughing, I playfully smack him on the arm. "Was that really necessary?"

"No. But it went a whole lot smoother than I thought it would." He winks.

"Whatever."

We get to his house and we head inside. We go up to his room without even thinking. Before long, we're sitting on his bed, making out. His hands slowly start to move under my shirt, and I pull away. "Justin, I don't know..."

"I'm not rushing you."

"It's just..."

"You're scared?"

"Yeah..."

"Don't worry."

I pause, thinking. "Well, maybe."

"We don't have to if you don't want to."

"I do."

"You do?"

"Yeah. But you're right, I'm scared."

"Don't be scared. I love you."

I"m shocked. This is the first time either of us has said that. "I love you too," I tell him.

And then it happens.