Junior Year

Josh's POV
I walked in the doors to my high school. I walked to my locker and got my books out. I glanced in the mirror and fixed my hair. I felt a manicured finger tapping my shoulder. Kimberly? I thought. I turned around and, instead of seeing my beautiful best friend, I saw a bitch named Keely. "Yes, Keely?" I asked with a sigh.

She put her hands on my chest and seductively looked into my eyes with a pout on her lips. "I sure would like a kiss," She brought her lips up to my ear. "wouldn't you?" She rubbed my chest softly.

I stepped away and fixed my shirt. "Not from you," I said, picking up my books. Her blue eyes narrowed and she walked away.
I turned around to get something from my locker and I felt another tap on my shoulder. "Goddamnit! Walk away!" I grumbled.

"What?" I heard a melodic voice whisper sadly. I turned around to see Kimberly.

"Oh, sorry! I-I thought you were Keely," I said, looking down, blushing with embarassment.
"Oh, well, what did she do?" Kimberly asked.

"Just typical Keely stuff," I said. Kimberly nodded slowly. I cleared my throat. "What, no hug?" I opened my arms and grinned. She blushed and gave me a hug. I breathed in her strawberry perfume. There is nothing better than this. I realized we were still hugging and pulled away softly. I slung a lazy arm around Kimberly's waist and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Time to learn," I proclaim. She giggled and scooted her body closer to mine. Her eyes looked into mine and she smiled. I smiled back and closed my locker.

"Ready?" I asked. I started to pull away and her smile began to dim. "Oh, come here you," I said. She giggled. I wrapped my other arm around her and gave her a tight hug. I felt a soft, delicate peck on my cheek. "Alright, let's go," I said.
We walked together to painting class. We sat next to each other. She put her paintbrush in the container of pink paint and swirled the paintbrush around with a smile on her face. I tickled her stomach and her hand moved and pink paint went all over the table.

Kimberly gasped and broke into a fit of giggles. I laughed and got up to get paper towels. I started wiping the table off.

Kimberly got up and reached up to reach the paper towels. I looked at her while mindlessly moving my hand around on the table. She started wiping her shirt with the paper towels, since some of the paint got on her tight white shirt. While she was wiping her shirt, I could faintly see a lacy pink bra under her shirt. I swallowed and looked back at the table. She is my best friend. I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts. I looked back up to see her biting her lip. I kept watching her slowly wipe her shirt and I knocked the container of dark water all over the table.

"Damn," I whispered. "Uh, Kimberly?" I said, my voice cracking. She glanced up and her eyes widened.

"Josh!" She squealed, bringing over paper towels. "Nice," She said, looking up at me. I gave her back an uneasy smile and started wiping the table.
"Good job, Kimberly," Staci said, rolling her eyes as she strutted by our table.

Kimberly sighed and put the now-empty bowl that held the water in the sink. She walked back over to our table and picked up the used paper towels and put them in the trash. Finally the mess was cleaned up.

"Josh?" Kimberly asked with her hands on her hips.

"Yes?" I answered.

"Don't tickle me when I'm painting," She stated.

I laughed. "Fine," I said.