The first half of Kaylin Podmore's sophomore year of high school was pretty intense for someone who usually tries to keep away from the drama. It seemed like almost every day she spent her day fighting with someone, whether it was between her parent...
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"Kaylin! Lucas is here!" my mom calls from downstairs on Saturday afternoon, three days later as I'm just about done getting ready.
"Okay," I yell while I put my foundation powder and brush down on the white quartz countertop of my vanity. I'm wearing my white spaghetti strap tank top with a bright blue and peach tropical print, a v-neckline, a strappy x-back and a tiered hemline I have paired with my medium blue washed pair of high-rise denim shorts which have light destruction and frayed hemlines.
"Hey beautiful," I hear Lucas speak after he leans against the bathroom door as I run my brush through my hair to pull it up into a high bun to show off my silver medium sized geometric hoops.
"Hi," I smile, doing one final look in the mirror.
"You look perfect," he replies. He's dressed in his olive green short sleeve three button henley t-shirt he has paired with his dark blue washed pair of bootcut denim jeans and his earth brown western boots that have seemed to become his new favorite everyday pair.
"Thanks," I say while I walk over to stand in front of him, pushing myself up onto my tiptoes so I can kiss him since I'm still barefoot.
"Of course," he murmurs before he kisses me back, his hands starting to explore my waist underneath the hemline of my tank, his thumbs pressing into my skin.
"Mm, hi," I smile, pulling away a minute later.
"Hi," he chuckles. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah, just let me get my purse and put on my shoes," I tell him.
"Okay," he responds while he lets go of his hold on my waist to let me walk past him.
We walk into my bedroom and I sit on my bed where I slip my feet inside my cream pair of espadrille wedges that have front zippers, ankle straps, straps across the middle of the feet, straps across the open toes and almost four-inch esparto rope heels.
"Don't your feet hurt wearing heels all the time?" he asks me as I stand up.
"Um, sometimes. But, my boyfriend's really tall, so I kind of need the height so I can kiss him easily," I smirk, grabbing my lilac satchel that has handles, a crossbody strap and a fold over center strap closure. "Alright, let's go," I add, giving him a quick kiss.
"Okay," he smiles, returning the kiss before we walk out of my bedroom.
"Bye mom!" I call when Lucas and I reach the bottom of the stairs.
"Bye, be safe," she calls back from the kitchen, waving at us.
Oh, you have no idea mom...
"We will!" I say before we walk out the front door and down to his Silverado.
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