After high school

Current me

Why do you call me Winters

I swallowed hard. My guts scared me. Tate stood in front of me blocking my only escape route, My back to the wall. I can't believe I had just asked him to be my boyfriend. I swear I would kill Keisha. She got me in this mess. I should have know better than to involve in a silly dare.

He took two steps closer, invading my breathing space . I took a sharp breath. I lowered my head looking at my now interlocked fingers. He brought his hand up slowly raising my chin with it. I began to get worried. What if someone came in and saw us.

"why, winters?" he whispered into my ears.

"why do you keep calling me Winters ?" I couldn't help but expose my curiosity. He furrowed his eyebrows and glared at me

"that wasn't the question." God there was no escape route for me!

"Because, I like you!" I blurted without thinking.I swear that I would definitely kill Keisha after this. I could smell his cologne strongly now . I had gotten familiar with it from the couple of times I stood close to him. His eyes trailed from my eyes down to my lips. His fingers were still on my chin. He brushed my lower lips with his thumb. My breath hitched. My heart raced hard. What am I doing!

"Tate?" I muttered his name in a plea.

"what do you want?" he answered me, his voice hoarse. I must have angered him. My lips grew heavy under his gaze, I couldn't speak.

He looked back into my eyes. I could feel blood rush to my cheeks. I felt naked. He brought his other hand and placed it on the thin of my waist and drew in closer tilting his head between the crook of my neck. He nibbled on my ear.

"Ahh," I gasped. I felt blood rush downwards to my pelvic region. I had never experienced such sensation before apart from the very few times watching porn.

He paused and brought his head back up to face me. I could only imagine how flustered I looked. He dropped his other hand from my waist and looked at me with a very serious expression

"what do you want, Winters?" those words sent shivers down my spine. I had forgotten completely about the dare. What do I want? I didn't know what I wanted or maybe I did.

"I... I don't know," my words came in shallow breaths. He frowned and pulled back. I felt a tug on my chest. It was almost similar to how I felt when I broke up with Adolf. Just then Trevor walked in.

" Yo, Tate, coach's calling for a briefing," Tate's frowned deeper. I had never seen him this cross. "Inna bit," he replied still facing me

"right now man c'mon, let's go" just then he caught sight of me.

"alright, you've got 5 minutes," he grinned evilly and walked away. I looked back at Tate as he pulled back further. He walked to one of the lockers, opened it and pulled out his crossbag and a water can. He walked back towards me and picked up the towel which was laying on the bench just beside me. Then he walked out without saying a word nor glancing my way.

I stood there, blood still pulsating in my veins. His question kept echoing in my mind. What did I really want. This feeling was more than a mere dare. I wanted more. I wanted to kiss Tate Collins

.....

Kiss me

It has been a week since the session with Tate. He never spoke to me since then. We had only just locked eyes in a distance. At first I thought I was the one avoiding him. But, this was Tate, I couldn't possibly avoid him if he didn't permit it. The thought that he didn't want to see me hurt quite much.

I flipped through the pages of my textbook. I hadn't understood a thing since the past hour that I had been in the library. I picked up my coke can which I hid behind my bag because all edibles are prohibited from being brought to the library arena. I sipped lightly from it. I sighed in frustration, continuously flipping through the pages ofmy Anatomy textbook. The test was only just a week away.

Just then I heard footsteps coming towards my direction. I quickly attempted to hide the drink in my bag for fear that it might be the inspection officer - They usually did a routine check to ensure students were in order. Unluckily for me, the drink spilled on the book as I hurriedly tried to hide it.

Shoot! I guess I would be visiting the detention room today again because whoever was coming was already here. I remained in my position thinking of the best possible lie that would get me out of this mess.

"Hmm hmm" whoever it was coughed. It was obviously to inform me of their presence. I slowly looked up accepting my fate and then I came face to face with him. I gasped in Shock. It was Tate. He was dressed in a black hood. It was his routine costume.

"now who do we have here?" he droned.

"It's an offender, I see... I think you might want me to call on Mr Miller to...," I hurriedly stood up and closed his mouth with my palm to prevent him from drawing attention.

I paused to hear if anyone was coming and breathed in relief when I heard none. Asif realizing what I was doing I hurriedly dropped my hand from his mouth and pulled back.

"no longer running huhhh?" he spoke. The regular boredom was not present in his eyes. Instead it was replaced by one of a child who was gifted his favorite toy.

"I never ran," I responded defensively

"ohh, didn't you now?" he had now picked a stool and brought it close to me. He sat facing me and my arm drawing me closer to him. I gasped from the sudden closeness. I was now the same height as him.

"uhm...are you here to read?" I asked in an attempt to relieve the tense atmosphere.

"This is a library Winters, why else will I be here?" he smirked. His face was now so close to mine. I began taking in the details of his face. His eyebrow was thick and well carved. I noticed that his hair was actually brown upclose. He had a pinpoint nose and thick full pink lips. His jaw was well aligned almost like a craving.

"done admiring Winters?" he asked. His breath fanned my face.

"you still wont tell me why you keep calling me Winters?" I asked curiously. He had never called me by my first name.

"cos it's smooth," came his response. "it suits you," he continued.

"how would you know that?" I started sounding confident.

"I know everyone... Rough on the edges and all but I don't know you and it's confusing " his words, though vague, made my heart begin to race. What did he mean?

"why are you doing this," my voice came out in whispers. His face was now very close to mine. I could feel his breath wash my face.

"do you want me to stop," his voice was now low and hoarse.

"kiss me" what? My voice echoed I'm my head. I hadn't completely processed the audacity with which I had just urged him when I felt warm flesh press on my lips. My eyes shot open. He pressed in further this holding my upper lips between his and sucked softly on it.

I felt his palm curl up on my waist and slowly his fingers raised the hem of my shirt. His fingers crawled steathly on my skin, it was ticklish, he trailed down to my lower back and brushed his finger tips on my spine. I gasped in his mouth. And as if triggered he increased his pressure on my lips and sucked on it more passionately. He pressed into the small of my back making me arch. My heart raced in my chest. It was so loud that I could hear it. Because of the sudden push I brought my hand and rested it on his chest for support. His heart rate was fast and irregular.

After what seemed like minutes he pulled back still holding me. His eyes bored into mine, for the first time I couldn't keep up with his gaze and I lowered mine. His face was flushed and his chest kept beating wildly. I could only wonder how I must be looking at the time. It was then I came to the realization that I had just kissed Tate Collins!