Wanting Winter(7)

I pull back, looking at her, seeing her swollen lips and flushed cheeks. “You are so fucking hot.”

She smiles at me again.

“What is your name?” she breathes.

“Trent. Trent Matthews.”

“It suits you.” She kisses me one more time. “I think we should head towards our next class.”

I know she is right, but fuck, I don’t want to. “We should.” I press my forehead to hers.

She jumps down off the counter and we leave the bathroom to see the hallway full of students, and they are looking our way. I bet they know what we were doing. I am sure those girls told people.

Girls are looking at me with interest as men are looking at me with disdain. I also see that preppy boy next to Winter’s friend. She is looking at me with interest. I wouldn’t expect it from her.

“Yes, we were making out like a couple of teenagers. Move along,” Winter shouts out, and a few start walking away.

I smile that knowing it wasn’t twenty minutes ago that I did the same, yelling at everyone to mind their own fucking business.

“I think they aren’t used to seeing me being close with a guy.” She looks at me apologetically.

“I don’t care what people think or say.” I entwine our fingers and she smiles up at me. “How do you feel about PDA?” I smirk at her.

“I guess it’s something I can get used to.”

I pull her towards me and kiss her, not caring that everyone is watching before I step back, smiling down at the dreamy look on her face. “You are so beautiful.” She shakes her head. I lift her chin up. “You are; don’t ever question that.”

“Winter, you ready for our next class?” Candice walks over, looking me up and down with an apprehensive look.

“Yeah.” Winter watches her looking at me. “We okay now?”

Candice looks away from me to look at her. “Yeah, I'm sorry about yesterday. So, I take it this is the mysterious kisser from Saturday night? I'm surprised I haven't seen you around,” she says softly to me.

“I transferred here last month.” Even Winter looks at me with that bit of news.

“Well welcome to our little town. I hope I get to see more of you.” She winks at me before linking her arm with Winter. I’m not really liking this girl; I’m wondering how Winter is friends with a girl like this. I get a really bad vibe from her.

“Winter,” I call out heading towards them before dipping Winter in a heated kiss. “Just to keep me going.” I give her a wink and she smiles at me.

I watch as they walk away and when I'm about to head to class, when Candice turns and looks at me, her eyes trained on me before they round the corner.

Yeah, that girl is going to be a problem.





Three





Winter





“I can't believe that is the guy you kissed. He is hot as hell. Of course, the first guy you show interest in has to be the hottest guy in school,” Candice goes on and on about Trent.

“I told you he was gorgeous,” I laugh.

“Yeah, but your definition of gorgeous is different to mine. You think that Jamie guy from Fifty Shades is hot, and he is not my cup of tea, but Trent, he is all kinds of yummy.” She fans herself. “Is he a good kisser?”

I replay the kiss in my head and it makes my knees tremble just thinking about it. “Oh yeah.” I bite my lip and she looks at me with an expression I can't explain.

“He may be the one to get you out of your funk.” We take our seats in class.

A few guys smile and say a quick hi to Candice and I sit there looking at my phone. I am about to put it away when it vibrates in my hand. I see a number I don’t recognize has sent me a text. Opening it up, I smile when I see it’s from Trent.

Unknown: Is it bad that all I'm thinking about is kissing you again?

Smiling, I save his number and start to reply back.

Me: No. I want you to kiss me again. How did you get my number?

Trent: I have my ways. All you have to do is ask, and you will get ;-)

Me: So… if I ask you to please me, you would?

I tease.

Trent: Yes.

That’s all he says. I feel my body heat up by that one word alone.

Me: Will keep that in mind.

Trent: You do that. Meet me after school. I need to see you again.

“Who you texting?” Candice leans over, reading through our messages. “He really is into you.” She sits back.

“I hope he is.” I quickly reply back to him.

Me: Okay.

I send the message, putting my phone away. “I'm going to meet him after school,” I say in a happy, chirpy voice.

“Do you think that’s a good idea, though?” Candice says quietly when the teacher walks in.

“What do you mean?” My smile falters

“You don’t want to be too clingy or needy. You know what men are like: if you make it too easy, they lose interest and you don’t want that to happen do you?” She gives me a look.

I guess not. I can't explain it, but I really do like him, even though I hardly know him. There’s just something about him. “You're right,” I say in frustration. I am making it too easy for him.