"I'm just kidding. Jeeze. What happened?"
So I roll over, lay with the back of my head on his lap. He starts massaging my temples.
"Oh," I moan. "Oh my gosh. That's just what I needed. Oh, that feels sooooo good."
He grins down at me.
"Oh. Please. Don't stop." I whine.
"I'll do it for as long as you want, baby," he teases.
And finally, I relax.
Then I tell him everything. We decide that Aiden is a jerk, and Peyton is dumb. And we go to dinner in the cafeteria together.
I'm giggling as he feeds me bites of his dessert, a messy brownie sundae. Some hot fudge drips down over my lip and then, right there in front of everyone, he licks it off and kisses me.
And I like it.
For lots of reasons. (You see some residual bitchiness come out here. She is glad Aiden sees it because she wants to make him suffer. She's glad Peyton sees it, because she's staking her territory, and it makes her feel important. And, well, because Dawson is kinda dreamy.) Tuesday, August 30th Can I lick hot fudge off you too?
lunch Aiden taps me on the shoulder. He's standing behind me in the lunch line and says in a snotty voice, "Can I lick hot fudge off you too?" (He is so jealous!) What a jerk. "Naw, I think I have that taken care of, but thanks."
"You are such a liar."
I turn around to face him, "I am NOT a liar!"
"Don't give me that shit. You told me you just kissed him, and you aren't just kissing him."
"Yes. I swear."
I heard you in his room yesterday after you ran away from me at the track."
"What are you stalking me now?"
"That's besides the point. Still, I heard you. All Oh, oh, that feels so good. Please don't stop. And then him saying, I'll do it for as long as you want, baby."
He has a very condescending voice when he says this to me, like he's mad and making fun of me at the same time.
"What are you even talking about?"
"You had sex with him, don't lie to me."
"I did not. And if I WAS going to have sex with him, which I certainly could do if I chose to, it wouldn't be when I was all sweaty and gross. You have no common sense."
"Then what was he doing that was just what you needed and that felt sooo good?" (I love that he calls her on what he heard. He's wrong, but it's cute. Although, we know what happens when K gets mad. She reacts. With a boy. And, boy, she definitely reacts with Dawson. Many times.) I put my hand up to the side of my head and say, "I don't remember saying that."
I think.
"Oh wait! He was rubbing my temples. Because I was stressed. About you!!"
"He was rubbing your temples. Yeah, sure he was."
"Come here."
I grab his arm and drag him over to where Dawson is sitting.
"When I was in your room yesterday, laying on your bed. I told you, Oh that feels sooo good and please don't stop. I even say it the way I said it yesterday, closed eyes, lowered dreamy voice What were you doing to me?"
Tyrese interrupts and is like, "Damn girl, I don't know what he was doing to you, but the way you just said it got me all hot and bothered." I roll my eyes at him.
Ace is like, "Yeah, Dawes, what WERE you doing to her?"
Dawson moves his chin slightly to the left, winces one eye. I can tell he's trying to decide if he should tell the truth or make up something good.
I plead with my eyes. "Tell him the truth. Please."
Dawson rolls his eyes. "I was rubbing her head like this." He puts his own hands up to his temples and rubs.
"SEE! God, you're dumb!"
Then I grab Dawson's shoulder, lean down and say in his ear, "Lets get outta here," and drag him out of the cafe with me.
He's laughing at me, while I'm marching and dragging him madly behind me.
"You're pretty sexy when you're pissed. Come sit down."
We sit on a bench under a big maple tree. He casually lays his arm across the back of the bench. "What did he say that set you off? And was he actually listening outside my door?"
"He asked if he could lick hot fudge off my face too. And yes, he was."
"That was fun. He's jealous."
"He's dumb."
Dawson leans in toward me, slowly pushes my hair back off my face, looks into my eyes, then glances down at my mouth. "Well, I'm not."
And he slowly kisses me.
We sat on the bench, the sun filtering through the leaves and feeling warm on my legs, and kissed, and kissed, for the rest of lunch.
And I really liked it.
Could I be falling for Dawson? (I think so, Keatie. Maybe a little too fast, but that's why they call it young love. It's not always right.) I held my breath til I almost passed out.
French.
Aiden is sitting behind me, already burning holes into the back of my head with his mad eyes. But then as we are chatting in a group about what French film we'd like to watch this Friday, Annie, the girl who sits just to the left of me touches my arm and says, "I saw you kissing Dawson out on the bench under the tree today. I was out taking pictures for my photography class, and you two looked so cute. He is soooo hot." She fans herself. She's a cute girl. But you have to look close to notice. She has delicate bone structure, a perky nose, and a gorgeous creamy complexion. But her hair needs serious help. Someone needs to teach the girl how to use a straightener. Her hair right now is frizzy and totally overpowering her face. (I love Annie! I love how each girl she is friends with at Eastbrooke has such a different personality, different sexual experience, and comes from different a social group at school. Once I knew what K went through with trying to break away from Vanessa, this became a really great way to show her growth at Eastbrooke. She chose friends based on interaction and mutual interests as opposed to who was the prettiest or sat at a certain table.) I giggle. "He is really hot."
"Does he kiss good?" she giggles back.
And I swear, I feel a laser shot to the back of my skull.
He hates this, but I don't care. He could stop it anytime he wanted. All he'd have to do is talk to me, or text me, kiss me. Whatever.
But in the mean time.....
I lean toward her, grab a strand of my hair and twirl it around my finger. "That was the first time we like really kissed, but yes, he is a good kisser." I'm speaking in a very girly version of my voice, one I rarely use. It has that dreamy quality. I laugh, lower my voice and tell her conspiratorially, "He licked hot fudge off the edge of my lip last night." I even point to the spot. "And then he kissed me. It was the most ADORABLE thing ever." (Oh, Keatyn, you are bad . . . but boys do react to stuff like this.) I gush. And I find that I don't really have to pretend. I did like it, and it was adorable.
I liked kissing him today, a lot.
Very surprising.
Considering a few days ago, I considered him the Worst Kisser Ever.
"You're sooo lucky. He is THE cutest senior, for sure. Probably the best looking guy in the whole school. Um, I hope this doesn't sound stalkerish, but you guys were so cute and it just seemed like this special moment, so when he pushed your hair back, I took a few pictures. And then when he started kissing you, um, I took a few more."
"I'd like to see the pictures. Maybe I can put one in a frame and give it to him or something." My voice sounds giddy at the prospect. (She's so throwing Dawson in Aiden's face.) She gets all excited. "I'll bring my laptop tomorrow and show you them."
I hear Aiden mutter from behind me, "Can't wait."
"Hey," I ask her, "you going to the freshman football game tonight?"
"Oh I don't know, my friends never want to go."
"Well you should come with me. You can meet my roommate Katie. And we're meeting Dawson and Riley and some other people."
Aiden growls, "You have a threesome date? You, Dawson, and Riley. I mean you've kissed them both. Isn't that kind of weird for them?"
"Uh, Riley's bringing Audrey. They hooked up Saturday night. And yeah, me and Riley kissed, but it didn't mean anything." I turn around and look straight at him. "Kinda like our kisses." (Mouth hangs open. Did she really just say that?) Annie's eyes get big.
Aiden storms ahead of me after class, and Annie grabs my arm. "So wait, you've kissed Riley, Dawson, AND Aiden? We've only been at school for FIVE days!"
I nod my head. "Yeah, I had a crazy weekend. I also kissed Dallas."
"Oh my gosh." she giggles, "I want your life. Or at least a boyfriend."
"Come with me tonight. We'll find you someone cute to kiss."
"What happened with you and Aiden? I swear he is so hot. When he first sat down behind us yesterday, I held my breath til I almost passed out." (She's funny. And it's good to see that pretty much all the girls at school think Aiden is a hottie.) "He is hot. Honestly, I'm like in love with him, but he's either been wildly romantic and amazing or a total jerk, so I gave up. I don't need my heart stomped on just yet. Not when there's so many other cute boys around anyways".
"That's why I take french. I want to go to Paris, meet a sexy french guy, and live happily ever after."
"You're a hopeless romantic, aren't you? The photos, French."
She laughs nervously. "Kinda."
I say, "L'amour est la poesie des sens."
"Oh my gosh, that sounds so pretty when you say it. You speak french good. What does it mean?"
"You're in French 2, don't you know?"
"Well, I know the L'amour is love, but no, I don't know the rest."
"It means, Love is the poetry of the senses. Some French poet said it. I can't remember his name. So meet me at that bench at seven, and we'll walk down to the game together. Actually, on second thought, come to my dorm room. Pennington 16A. At like 6:30."
"Cool she says, and then breezes off."
Your evil inner zen is corrupting me.
Soccer practice.
Coach makes the actual announcements of who is on what team. I did make Varsity, but she also tells us that since the actual season won't be til the spring, that obviously she will still be moving us around some.
We're doing some running drills on the track that surrounds the football field, where the football team is also practicing. Dawson waves at me, but seems to be taking practice seriously. Which means he is taking his image revamp seriously.
Aiden runs along side of me for a few seconds, going out for a pass, and it reminds me of how he was so cute on Saturday with the points for dances thing. And I wonder if I am doing the right thing. (No, not really, Keatyn. You're being kind of mean to him. But...it works.) Should I be flaunting Dawson in his face? Should I be kinda mean to him? And can I talk to Brooklyn about this, or should I ask my mom?
And when I am sitting on the track, stretching my legs out after practice, I can't help but stare at him. Unfortunately he catches me, holds my eyes to his with that power he has. My mind is screaming, Look away! Look away. But it's too late, I can't. I just stare into those eyes. Those deep green eyes that are too far away to see the color, but I can still recall every fleck of blue, the little golden line around the edges. (I love how she describes his eyes. Also, tractor beams.) Luckily, Dallas steps in front of me and sits down, breaking the god's spell on me.
"Hey, Dallas, good luck tonight! I'll be cheering for you!" The Freshman team has their first game tonight. Dallas made JV, but I guess he's playing tonight.
"Cool. Hey, you wanna sneak out to the cave tonight, just us? Look at the stars again? I'm feeling stressed."
"Why are you feeling stressed?"
"You evil inner zen is corrupting me. And plus, I have had a very stressful day trying to perfect my ability to predict the color of a girl's panties. Also, I may have gotten slapped a couple times when I tried to prove my theories. But that is the life of a visionary." (LOVE DALLAS! He is so funny and laid-back and adds so much comic relief to the series.) I laugh. "You're so funny. And you don't seem the least bit stressed."
"I'm not really, I just want us to hang. I feel like I haven't talked to you in forever."
"It's been a day."
He nods his head, "Like I said, it's been too long. Don't think just cause you have your little thing with Dawson you can ditch me."
"Fine. Can we go like after the game is over?"
"No. Be there at the stroke of midnight. I want to suck your blood." He does a vampire imitation.
"Vampires can be out before midnight, haven't you seen Twilight?"
"Yeah, but you know, you catch me in the sun and my brilliance will be too dazzling for you to handle."
"It's sunny right now."
"And you're dazzled, right?"
"Oh yeah."