Kiss and Break Up - Ella Fields Page 0,33
Byron.
“You free to chat tonight?”
The bell rang and students started throwing their trash out before heading to the doors.
“I suppose I can be.” Yep, I was great at making myself a little less unavailable.
Outside the cafeteria, he pulled me down the hall, and I squeaked as he crowded me against my locker. His hand softened around mine, fingers curling and causing a herd of tingles to spread up my arm. “Not gonna lie, I was kind of disappointed that you didn’t even text me yesterday.”
I struggled to meet his gaze. “Well, I wasn’t sure if you’d have wanted me—”
“You still wanna do this?” His eyes dropped to my lips, then lifted to mine, questions filling them. “Because I really like you.”
Did I still want to do this? I did. At least, I was pretty sure I did. “Yeah, of course.”
He lifted my hand to his lips, and Dash made a gagging sound as he passed us.
I sent his back a scathing look. Byron’s fingers gripped my chin, directing my focus back to him. “Ignore him. He’s just jealous.”
I reared back, almost smacking my head into the locker. “Jealous?” I laughed, loud and shocked. “I don’t think so. He’s just an ass.”
Byron’s gaze narrowed on mine, then he shook his head. “That too. Come with me to the party tomorrow night?”
Damn. I’d almost forgotten about that. I still needed to tell Mom I was sleeping over at Daphne’s. “As opposed to meeting you there? I’m getting ready at Daphne’s.”
“Whatever you want,” he said, his arm finding purchase on the locker behind my head, his head, his entire body moving closer to mine. He ran a finger down my cheek. “I’m thinking I just might make this thing between us a bit more official.”
My stomach did a backflip, and I hoped my eyes weren’t bulging. “You are?”
He nodded, his finger reaching my lips and tracing them. “Wanna kiss you so bad.”
“Yeah, well you can’t,” Dash said. Then Byron was shoved away. “She needs to get to class before your Romeo ass lands her with a late slip.”
Byron’s hands and jaw clenched.
I wanted to slap Dash, then tug at his stupid, perfect, messy hair. “What the hell, Dash? Don’t shove him.”
Dash moved me aside, then opened my locker to grab my history book. “I was clearly doing you a favor. Thank me when you’re not late.” Since when did he care about being on time for class? Slamming the locker, he didn’t even let me look at Byron, so I waved over my shoulder as Dash snatched my hand and hauled me with him to class.
“What was that about?”
Dash didn’t answer me. He flipped his book open and tugged his glasses from his shirt pocket, sliding them on as Mr. Andrews addressed the class.
I kept sneaking glances at him, but as the clock ticked on at the front of the room, and Mr. Andrews started getting amped about ancient Egyptians, I found myself going back to the same thing.
More official. Did that mean what I think it meant? I was pretty sure it did. And cue the storm of butterflies flapping and bouncing in a drunken jig inside my stomach.
It was happening. He was my boyfriend.
Oh, my God.
After school had finished, I found Daphne and quickly went over the plan. I’d meet Byron at her place or near her place and catch a ride with him. However he was getting there.
Daphne was grinning like the Cheshire cat. “Your first official boyfriend.”
I frowned at that. “Let’s not word it that way again, okay?”
She laughed, and then I raced off to the parking lot, climbing inside Dash’s car which was already parked in the drop-off zone.
“What’s got you smiling all weird like that?”
“Can’t a girl smile?” I put my seat belt on, shoving my bag between my knees.
“Depends on what’s made her smile, if you’re asking me. Which you did. So who? Or what?”
I didn’t see the point in not being honest. My excitement was too real. A blazing inferno of exhilaration. “Byron wants us to be official.”
The car jerked as Dash hit the brakes too hard, almost running up the ass of Annika’s Skoda in front of us. “Sounds riveting.”
“So are you going to Wade’s tomorrow night?”
“I hadn’t planned on it, but I’m guessing you have?” He turned out of the school. “What’s your mom going to say about party number two in a matter of weeks?”
“I’m not telling her.”
Dash was quiet for a beat, and the silence, usually comfortable between us, became stifling.