Chapter Nineteen
It had been almost two weeks since, I went for the date. My life had not been the same. In fact, it had changed so dramatically, that sometimes it was very hard to recognise, that it was my life. And that too, in such a short period of time.
After our first date, we had managed to go on two more dates. However, it feels like that we had gone on more dates than that. In school, we would sneek out and hang out anywhere we found an empty place. I would sometimes make excuses about going to bathroom, and meet him on the backside of our school. Aside from a day or two, there was hardly any day when I asked the permission to go and use a washroom and actually did.
No, I would sneek around and go meet Mike wherever he asked me. Yes, Ask me. Through my phone. I remembered, it was around five or seven day after our second date when he had asked me to sneak my phone into the classroom, to message whenever we got bored. I remembered how scared I felt when he suggested me that idea. Although, it scared me to do something like that, it felt thrilling at the same time.
I mean, lately, I was founding the idea of doing something forbidden thrilling. Breaking the rules, and doing everything that my family forbade me to do, was a freeing experience. It was like having a taste of freedom. A taste that was so delicious that I did not stop from having it. Actually, the thought of my family finding out about my adventures hardly ever entered my mind, nowadays. I was so emerced in myselt that it hardly ever mattered to me at all. And the guilt and shame that I always felt of letting down my family by not following their conservative mindset, had started to slowly dissipate my mind.
I was letting go of all the restrictions, that I once put myself through. This was the reason why, I took the risk of doing what Mike suggested and snuck in the phone. Mike had suggested me to act normal and avoid notice. He even suggested that I took a seat, at the last end of the class where I did not come into the notice of any teacher. I did excatly how he had asked of me. Few of the students noticed this unusal behavior of mine. Even the teacher noticed it, but nobody commented about it. Which I was thankful for.
I guess, it was given that they would take notice of this thing, because first benchers don't become a back bencher, one day suddenly. But I thanked the gods, that nobody made a big deal about it.
Well, after the day I snuck in my phone in my class, the days of Mike and I, sneeking in begin. We would meet and talk about random things. I would ask him about his classes, his hobbies, his habits, his favorite time pass and he would answer them all without hesitation. He would ask me about my classes, my dreams, my favorite foods and everything in between and I would answer him.
We would talk about anything and everything that came into our mind. We would share snacks, drinks and talk all the time. He once brought a beer and asked me to take a sip from it, but I denied him. But, when he kept insisting I gave it a try and end up gagging. He laughed so hard that for once I was scared that someone from our school might have heard it, but thankfully, nobody did. Not only that, he once brought ciggratte for me to try and I did. Like any first timers, I ended up coughing so hard, that I had to squeezed my mouth shut from making too much noise.
However, that was Not all what we did. In the empty gardens of the backside of our school, we shared kisses and our touch. Day by day, he explored more and more of me. He explored every visible and sometimes unvisible skin of me. Day by day, he crossed a limit that I promised myself, I won't let him break. Every part that I told myself was off limit to him, he conquered it, like it was his territiory. And I felt it all. Everywhere, in and out of my skin.
Day by day, I memorized how his kiss felt on diffferent parts of my body. How his lips would set me on fire only for his hands to brought me back to life with their firm grap. And it all reminded me why I did not want it to end, how much I did not want to let go off those moments.
To steal these moments, I did everything I can. All the time I spent in library, searching for a book to pass my time, I stopped doing it. All those times, I forced myself to sit through an extra classes, I stopped doing that too. I stopped trying to stay ahead of the teachers and in the classes, I stopped trying to put myself through torture to be someone, I wasn't.
I did not wanted to be perfect student. I did not wanted to feel older than my own age. I did not wanted to play a character that my family had carved out for me. In fact, I wanted to feel free, I wanted to see the world from a perspective of a teenage girl who was ready to everything a normal teenage should do. I wanted to explore my skin with a handsome guy, I wanted to learn the not normal thing a teenage did. I wanted to experience it all and don't want to give a damn about the things that would make me feel like I was responsible for every person in my life.
All, aside for one person - Shirley. My sister like friend, who did not judge me for anything. Anything, well, except for one thing. Mike. The very reason, I was getting to live a life that I always wanted. Since the first date, Shirley did not probed me much for dating life. Or even asked me the name of the guy, like she asked me to the day before my first date. No. She just told me to inform her whenever or if ever there was a main event or a change in my life. Which, I was thankful for but at the same time, guilty.
Their were many event change in my life that I hid from Shirley. I did not tell her anything related to Mike. She did not know that I don't sit in the front of my class anymore, in all periods. All but hers. Because, she can't find out what's been going in my life. I did not tell her that I did not spend sundays in libraries anymore, in fact, I was nowhere near that area. On sundays, I was usually hang out with Mike. Sundays, that had became like a ritual.
Today was Sunday. After Shirley left for work, I also left my dormroom. Like always, Mike met me in the parking lot where, he usually waits for me to come in. Soon, we both climbed in his car and then left for our destination. It was weird how close and comfortable, we have become around each other. His currently placed hand on my thigh, did not bother me at all. In fact, I wore a mid - knee dress just so, I could feel his hands. Yes, I was definitely way more wild than I thought I were.
I knew it was not a becoming of a girl, being so sexually forward, but I just could not handle it. Mike was the only person whom I could show this side and not feel guilty about it, all of this would stop when I return to my house. So, I did not held myself back. Now or never. This time won't come back. Aside from that, there was a hidden reason behind it, I liked dressing this way.
My thigh was squeezed by the hand on it. Dragging my attention from the haze I was just in.
"Hey, where are you? Lost in thoughts?" He asked me. He was looking on the road and had a one hand on the steering wheel, but by the way his body was tilted to me, I knew that his whole attention was on me. He darted a quick look in my way before facing the road again.
I smiled at his obeservation. I shook my head lightly and looked outside the window.
"What were you thinking?" He questioned, his tone curious and a little irritated, because I ignored him the first time.
"Nothing." I answered him. He, once again, darted a quick glance my. His car raced on the road way and then suddenly, out of nowhere, he changed the lanes, switching the direction, not going into the direction we were heading in. I panicked, because I thought he did not where we were going. So, I told him. "Hey, you took the wrong turn. We are going into the wrong direction."
"We're going into the right direction." He replied in toneless voice. My eyes widened in surprise. Soon, the surprise turned into a little anxiousness when I saw him not slowing down at all. In silent panick, I asked him to stop. "Stop it. It's not funny anymore. Where are you taking me?" I questioned him, my eyes focusing ahead, looking where he was taking me.
Without ever tearing his gaze from the road, he replied in his same toneless manner, "First, you tell me, what were you thinking? Remember, I asked you first." He responded. He was not showing any signs to make a U - turn, so I decided to gave in. We were going on an not so empty road, so that was a small relief.
"I was thinking about how I like dressing sexily whenever I am with you." I answered him honestly, because no other excuse was coming in my brain. My rushed out of my mouth, making me sound panick. He probably must have heard the fear in my voice because he smirked at me.
"I am taking you to my rented apartment. I feel like you should see it, now." He replied and I felt like a thousand weight had lifted off my chest. I relaxed and settled more against the car seat. He and his creepy ways to get me all worked up. He was a pushover sometimes. I smiled inside.
"You mean the house you threw your house party in? The night we first met? I've already seen that." I told him, feeling a little funny when his thumb began stroking me. Mike shook his head. "No, that was my parents' house. I only throw parties there when my parents are not around." He answered.
"I just moved on my own rented house recently." He said. At his answer, I let out a sarcastic chuckle, "And you told me that you were not rich." Mike hand left my thigh, as he griped the steeing wheel from both of his hands to make a turn, but I could not help but feel that he did it on purpose. That hurt.
"I did not lie to you. I've been saving money for a long time to rent a house and live of my own. Now, that I have saved enough, I moved away from my parents house." He said, his voice a little angry and defensive. Great, I just managed to upset him when he wanted to share his one of the achievements and happiness with me.
This time, I squeezed his thigh, making him look at me.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I was not trying to upset you. I was just curious. I would love to see your place, I'm sure it would be great." I told him. "You think?" He asked me. I eagerly nodded. "Of course." I replied. I could see the tension leaving his frame. A beautiful smile adored his face as he grabbed my hand from my side and kissed the palm of it.
"And I would love to show you." He replied.