I woke up the next morning, a bounce in my step as I came down the stairs. I was nervous about my parents asking a out last night's where abouts, but the memories of my night with Aidan definitely overshadowed that.
I walked into my kitchen, expecting the worse, but my mom just said a simple "good morning," with a smile. "Hi," I said, looking at her suspiciously. This is the second time I have come home late, and my mother has yet to say anything. It worried me.
After eating some cereal, I left for school. I decided to walk today - it was beautiful out. I even put on a pair of jean shorts! I paired it with a white tee shirt, and left my hair loose. Simple.
I walked, caught in my own thoughts, when I felt as though someone was following me. I turned, seeing Aidan standing there. I smiled. "You stalking me?" I asked him with a smirk. He laughed. "I think I'm the one being stalked here." I looked at him astonished. "But you're following me!" He grinned, closing the gap between us, he whispered "or are you following me?" I smiled, changing the subject. "So what are you doing here?"
"I was wondering if maybe you wanted to skip your classes today, and take a little trip with me," He asked hesitantly, looking down at his feet. I smiled. "Sounds better than class!" He looked up, smiling. "Well then, let's go!" He started walking. "Wait, where's your truck?" I asked him.
"We're walking!" He replied without turning around. I scurried to catch up with him, thinking about how my parents would react when they found out I played hooky. But there was something mysterious about Aidan... I felt so drawn to him, even if I had to do bad things to spend time with him.
We walked through my city, window shopping and just enjoying each other's company. When we stopped for ice cream, (I had moose tracks, he had cookie dough) I took the opportunity to get to know him. "How old are you?"
"Nineteen."
"Last name?"
"Odiah."
"Interesting..."
"I'm half Nigerian," he said with a chuckle.
"Cool!" I said excitedly. He smiled at me. "Are you done interrogating me now?" He asked jokingly. "I just think it's weird I barely know anything about you..." I said with a frown. "Don't you wonder those things about me?" He smiled sheepishly. "I already looked at your Facebook page... you're seventeen, last name Ross." I stared at him for a second before a smile broke out onto my face. "You really are stalking me!" His face flushed, but he didn't deny it.
We walked back to my house, it was close to five PM. Aidan smiled down at me, and my expression mirrored his. "I had fun today," I told him. "Me too," Aidan said. We stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, before Aidan leaned in, his lips brushing my cheek. It only lasted a second, but the feeling lived on. Without a word, he turned and walked off. I stood there for another few seconds, before turning towards my house, my hand holding my cheek. My skin felt heated, my heart fluttered, and my mind filled with those mushy gushy thoughts again. How long would these feelings last? I wondered to myself, before crashing into my bed. Once again, my parents did not question my absence in school. Maybe the principle stopped calling the parents of students who skipped. But then it didn't matter to me. Aidan kissed me. Well, it was on the cheek, but it still meant something. At least it did to me.
