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Title: Imagination and surprises
Friday, 2 p.m.
An idea rushed through my mind – what would it feel like kissing Casey.
I’m thinking about him a lot, not that I’m really interested. But he’s pretty, I’m sure he’s his grandma’s darling. So it’s a task, a challenge. Sometimes I like to play games like this.
Kissing him. What an interesting idea. Imagining his lips – smoothly curved, red and full, shiny – they are an invitation. Would they be cool? Dry? Moist? Soft? Hot and demaning – a little bit – I guess. I wish.
Did he ever think about kissing me? Surely not. He’s too … shy, innocent. I bet he’s a virgin. Did he ever have a girlfriend or a boyfriend? Can’t see him with girls, no - a boyfriend would suite him better.
He looks at me now and then, more often last week, this made me curious. I can’t think on anything else. Of course I could, but I won’t. It’s too tempting. Must be the hormones.
How long would the kiss last? Short? Shorter than short? Never-ending? Barely touching? Glued to each other? He’d flinch, I’m sure. Would he? Only to kiss me again, it has to be so. Lips closed? Nibbling, softly biting? Open mouthed? With tongue? Or would it only be a little peck? No. Pecks are for grandmas. Maybe a real kiss?
The thought of it makes me feel dizzy and hot by just imagining… things. Lips.
Imaginations – undiscovered areas I would say. More than dreams sometimes. I’m still fantasizing. I have to make him want to kiss me until he can’t think anymore, that he can’t stop. I wouldn’t stop anyway. But how to make it?
Maybe I’ll get an idea on my way to school – he’s always there on Friday afternoons.
Friday, 8 p.m.
I never expected this! Holy Shit! It ended with a huge bump on my head. Where are those fucking ice-packs? Though there are other parts of my body needing ice-packs even more.
What happened ?
When I entered the class-room – of course he was still there standing at the blackboard – he was lost in thoughts or homework, whatever. „Hey, Case…“ He turned pale, red, seemed to be frightened, looked at the floor. When he lifted his head and looked at me - he looked through me as if he would know my plans.
There was this wicked, loathsome, mischievous smile – no, this grin – eyes black as coles piercing me. Bold-faced he jumped at me – this took me by surprise and made me stumble. I lost balance and fell, hard – with him on top. And then he kissed me!
Decent? Soft? No way. Ruthless, hard, seductive, sensual, too.
Usually I make it a rule to keep control. I failed miserably when I felt him – all arms, hands, chest, legs, hips … lips. Sucking, breathing, biting, tongue dancing. There was no holding him for minutes or was it seconds, hours? The light behind my eyes … dancing… tickling desire.
He stopped as quick as he started, got up and simply said „I hope it was what you expected. You liked it? Good. A kiss like that – mark my words – is ‚single’ – you won’t get another one, Tyler!“ When the door slammed shut I was still lying on the floor, I couldn’t move. I’d be damned it I would have known what was going on in his head.
This kiss was … incredible, breath-taking in the proper meaning of the word.
Seduced with one kiss! The taste of Casey is still lingering on my lips. Casey.
I want to die.
Next Friday, 3.30 p.m.
Shit! I didn’t sleep a single minute in days. All day long it feels like I’m walking on cotton-balls, the voices around me nothing more than a murmur. I jumped off the deep end and now? What now? I thought it would take me only few hours to cope with it. I was never that wrong.
His smile the following Monday nearly killed me – unaware.
It’s confusing, so confusing. I wish I could cry! I wish I could think! Why? Because I
liked it! The tune of his breathing keeps running through my head.I can still feel his lips on my skin like I would be branded. I thought him an angel, call it a variety of an angel – it would hit it better.
He keeps me at a distance, doesn’t talk to me, only now and then he smiles at me this devlish smile. I tried talking to him. More than once. He simply left me. Besides this morning.
„What!!! What do you want,
„My name is Zeke!“
„Ok., Zeke then. So what? Oh, I know. It was only a simple kiss, nothing more. Forget it, toy-boy!“
What the ..
„Fuck off, Zeke!“
And off he was.
I got angry. Fuck off? What the heck? He used my words? Properly I have to admit.
No one ignores Ezekiel Tyler! No one treats the Zeke like shit!
I swear, Connor! You won’t escape! I still don’t know how but all I know is I’ll get you!
I’ll make a night of it! Because it’s not like me being the left prince.
I am in a rage. All I need is a plan of action. Oh yes… Call yourself a victim, babyboy!
Wish yourself luck! Get prepared for a major attack. Soon.
Yes. Now. And I won’t wait. Can’t.
So where are you, devil’s angel?
It’s my turn … Do you have a chance this time?
No. Definitely no!
I thought he’d have no chance ??!!
I never was that wrong!.