A sigh released itself from your chest as you slumped your mass of textbooks into the cold metal locker, pulling open the zipper of your bag. Chemistry Sucks… The class had been exceedingly long today, but at least it was over now. The school halls were swarmed with busy students trying to get out of the hell hole as fast as possible. You couldn’t really blame them though, being stuck doing schoolwork for seven hours when Spring’s heated rays made way for the skatepark and the pool to start opening up would make anyone run out of a school building when the last bell rang on a Friday afternoon like this. 

You felt two firm hands grip at your hips, and a pair of warm lips kissing up your neck. “Here’s what I'm thinkin’. Me, you, Linda, Dylan, Brad, and Roger go to the diner for some milkshakes and then walk around the mall for a bit.” Will suggested, hands rubbing up under your shirt so his thumbs could trace the skin of your waist. Hm. Going out to have fun with your boyfriend and friends…or… staying home and doing homework while your mother whines about pregnancy pains. To most teens the choice between the two options would be obvious, but for you it wasn’t so easy.

First of all, your father is the athletic coach for the school, so he would be suspicious if you didn’t ride home with him as you usually did. He didn’t approve of your friends and in particular he despised Will, your boyfriend. He had coached him through football, baseball, and basketball, though Will was an extremely talented player he had a smart mouth on him that had aggravated your father one too many times for him to be okay with the boy dating his daughter. 

“C’mon babe, ease up and have some fun.” Will pressed another smothering kiss to the side of your face.