Riley says, "Well, uh, we thought maybe take your shirt off."
"ARE YOU NUTS?!!!"
"Calm down, it was just an idea. We're trying to help you here."
"I'm not buying votes with nakedness. My gosh, my mother would freaking KILL me, and I'd probably get kicked out of school for that." (Not to mention the stalker would find her.) Riley leans over and whispers in my ears, "Wouldn't be the first time you do something that could get you kicked out." I punch him.
Dallas is scratching his head, "Oh, yeah, well we didn't really think of that."
"Hows your speech coming? Annie asks."I think the speeches will be important."
"My speech sucks."
"Let me see it, I'll work on it."
So I give her my little cards.
Dawson comes up behind me, says, "If you're done, lets go outside."
And I happily do.
We sit on our bench.
He kisses me sweetly and then a little not so sweetly.
"Dawes, we can't kiss like this out here, or we'll get in trouble."
Kissing is pretty much okay, but sitting around seriously making out in public is sorta against school rules.
"I can't help it. God, you're sexy. I'm like the luckiest guy at school. The library was amazing. Like crazy amazing."
"Yeah, I don't know what got into me. Well, actually I do. That was payback for what you did to me during the JV game last week."
"When I had my hands under the sweatshirt?"
"Yeah, you know exactly what I'm talking about."
He kisses me, "MMhhhmmm, so you liked that?"
"I did, obviously."
"So I talked to my parents last night."
"Oh, what about?" I feel myself go into a panicked state.
"About you."
"Oh, gosh, do they hate me?"
He kisses me sweetly, "No, they liked you. My dad especially. He told me you were hot, then Mom said, that's not appropriate, and he said, whatever and Mom said she thought you were very well mannered, articulate, and extremely pretty. And then my dad said I seemed very happy. And I said, yeah, and then Dad said, I mean very happy. And I was like, Mom still there, and he was like, No your mother went to tell your brother to turn off his xbox and go to bed. And then he was like, Sooooo, why are you so happy? (This mostly got cut, too.) "What did you tell him?"
"I just said you are amazing."
"And?"
"He said I seemed like more carefree with you, happy. I was finally like Dad, Is happy supposed to be code word for are we having sex and is that what is making me happy?
And my dad was like, I'm old, I don't get to date pretty young things, so yes, that's what I was wondering."
"Did you tell your dad??" My eyes get huge.
"You told your mom and stepdad."
"Oh gosh. I'm never going to be able to look at him."
"I just told him he was right about you making me very happy. So he knew, plus he and I talked before about how, you know, like Peyton never seemed like she wanted to with me, and I wondered if it was me, if I was doing something wrong. Well actually, I tried to have that talk with my older brother, but dad overheard us and since then, he's been kinda anti-Peyton." (I mean, Whitney.) "Oh, he's my new favorite person."
I grab his face in my hands and plant a big kiss on him. The bell rings.
"Damn classes," he says, "just when things were getting good. You going to the game with me tonight? Or you hanging with your friends?"
"Both?"
"Sounds good, Keatie. Actually what would sound better is if you meet me in my dorm before we walk down there. Like say 6:30?"
I look a little sad about that. I'm not sure why. I want him, just I want that not to be all it is.
He tilts his head, says, "Actually, I have a better idea. Lets go get some mexican food, then come back and watch the game. Just us."
I smile.
Game 7 pm Dinner with Dawson was fun, we always have such an easy going fun time with each other. Which it's surprising how chill we can be one minute, and how the next minute all I want to do is attack him. We kissed a bit in the car. And then we could hear the whistle blowing, starting the game. I don't wanna miss Dallas and the boys play, so we hurry up, stopping to get some skittles along the way. For some reason, like hardly anyone is here yet, so we go up to the top of the bleachers, so we can sit with our backs up against the skybox. He wraps me in his arms. And I'm secretly wishing no one shows up.
Especially now that he's whispering in my ear.
"So I wanna go back to my room after the game and uh, make you feel good."
"Oh, really? How ya gonna do that?"
"I have my ways, and a few new ideas as well."
"Tell me."
And he does, in detail.
He tells me things I probably should not repeat. They are uh, pretty intimate and quite sexy.
Whoohh!!!
I feel so suddenly warm, I have to take off my sweatshirt.
"Maybe we should just go do that now. Skip the game."
About the second he spoke the words, and I was ready to take him up on it, a big group of our friends bounded up the bleachers towards us.
"Hmmm, damn friends, but I'm still gonna sit here and tell you all I'm going to do to you, until you can't stand it anymore and drag me back to my dorm and beg."
I made it til halftime. (This scene is very Keatyn and Dawson, but I'm pretty sure it got cut.) Dawson's dorm room 8:45 pm We're laying across his bed, feeling extremely happy, satisfied, dreamy. He wasn't joking about what he was going to do to me and took extreme pleasure in making me practically beg for him. He walks me to my dorm, kisses me sweetly, smacks my butt, grins at me, and walks away. (And this.) Especially the places you've been getting kissed.
1:15am Riley, Dallas and I are laying on a blanket, having already smoked a bit and are just big chilling.
"So tell me about your new girls."
Dallas says, "Well I kissed Beth after the game tonight." (Who is Beth? LOL But I like this scene.) Riley is like, "That's cool, dude, what else did you do?"
"Just kissed."
"Kisses are nice," I say dreamily.
"Especially the places you've been getting kissed," Riley says.
"You don't know anything."
"I have a really good imagination. And don't think my brother doesn't confide in me because he does. He and I have gotten close this year. It's pretty cool."
"What's he been telling you?"
"Just that you like turn him on. I guessed about the library thing. When it was just him and I throwing at practice today, he confirmed it. He told me how tonight he wanted to try and make you feel really good. I'm assuming that as dreamy as you're acting, and the fact you left at half, he succeeded."
"Wait," Dallas says. "What happened in the library?"
"Kiki was naughty in a private study room."
"How naughty?"
"Not all the way naughty, but pretty naughty. My brother is lucky."
Dallas rolls over toward me, close to my face. This is usually how he starts to kiss me. Then he just looks at me and says, "Yeah, he is."
It makes me want to kiss him. I even grabbed his face and held it in my hands, just looking at him.
"So, I'm really nervous about this whole campaign speech thing tomorrow. What do y'all think I should say? Part of me wishes I wouldn't have done it. With soccer, dance, social committee, french club, tutoring aiden, homework, and Dawson, I'm like majorly crunched for time."
"How's tutoring the god going?" Dallas asks.
"It's fine. Sometimes I think we might be able to be friends. So what should I say tomorrow?"
Riley says, "I don't think it matters what you say. Just look hot. All the guys will vote for you."
"And what do guys find hot?"
Dallas says, "Boots. Love the boots."
I get back in through my window and am trying to quietly get to my closet to get undressed, when I trip over a box laying in the middle of the floor.
"Keatyn, what are you doing?" Katie yells at me.
"Oh, I was just...."
"Getting back from sneaking out to see Dawson?"
"Uh, no with Riley and Dallas."
"Take me next time. Riley is hot. I don't think I would mind if that boy used me. And Dallas is ADORABLE, I think he'd be fun to kiss. Oh, and that box you tripped over was delivered for you today."
I take the box into the closet, turn on the light, and open it. Inside are a pair of gorgeous cowboy boots. They are navy with a gorgeous swirly design in red, black and golden yellow leather. I look at the name on the box. It's from the boot shop in East Texas where my grandpa has his boots custom made. His one big splurge.
Inside one of the boots is a note. From Grandpa.
Can't let my Keatyn get all uppity out there, or turn into some damn, Yankee. Had Javier make these for you to match your uniform. And don't be afraid to kick some ass and raise a little hell. Love you, Papa.
I get little tears in my eyes. Grandpa had cowboy boots custom made just for me? It's way too late to call. Also inside are some goodies from Kym, three more looks to make with the boots. And Thursday, I decide I am going to kick a little ass, East Texas style.(I absolutely love that Grandpa sends her boots. I also love Grandpa's vocabulary and how he words things. Reminds me of my grandpa!) Wednesday, September 14th What does that even mean?
7 pm Sitting next to Dawson in the library. There's no football games tonight or much going on. I'm looking at the list of homework and all the other stuff on my to do list. I don't know how in the world I'm going to get this all done tonight, plus get packed to go to Vancouver Friday night. I'm so so excited though, and Dawson seems excited too.
Dawson is cute, grabs my long TO DO list and types his name at the top.
My phone buzzes in his hand with a text from Brooklyn. Brooklyn, who I haven't heard a peep from in exactly 15 days.
Not that I'm counting.
Brooklyn<3: I'm sorry, okay? I miss you, I miss our talks, I was stupid, thought I was like hot shit surfer dude, I'm sorry. Really. I love you.
Dawson sits and stares at my phone, like it's a snake coiled up, getting ready to bite him. "How come his name still has a heart by it?" (That's a good question, Dawson. The answer, because even though she's mad at him, part of her still loves him and doesn't want to let go.) "Uh, I don't know. I haven't talked to him since the tournament, or looked at his name. I forgot it was like that. Here I'll change it." And I do.
"So what are you going to say to that?"
"I'm not sure. I do miss our friendship, and he did hurt me, but it doesn't really matter. I'm happy now with you."
"I think you should reply to him."
"Uh, okay."
Shit. What am I going to say? What would I say if Dawson wasn't sitting here next to me?
"I'm not sure what to say."
"Tell him you have a boyfriend and to leave you the hell alone."