Liam and you get caught making out under the bleachers:
Sighing I tugged on the sleeves of my pullover, seeing my breathe proved just how cold it was this Saturday morning. I glanced down from the bleachers to see my bike leaning against it. Looking up the sky the sun had barely raised and here I was returning my boyfriend’s duffel bag after he had forgotten it the day before.
I heard the slam of the school’s side door and tried to carefully make my way down the bleachers without falling over, once was enough. I felt the heavy duffel hit the back of my thighs with every step I took, as I finally made it to the bottom I walked to the back of the bleachers, I felt myself being pulled under the side of it. I gasped as I looked up Liam’s smiling face exhaling slightly.
“Give me a heart attack why don’t you?” I smiled as I reached for the bag strap ducking slightly as I attempted to get it off, Liam eventually helping when he noticed I had managed to get some of my hair tangled with the strap.
“Please, you’re heart’s not beating nearly fast enough for that.” He smiled putting the duffel down next to him on the wet grass.
“And how do you know how fast my heart is beating?” I stepped closer to him, my hands wrapping around his waist.
“You could call it a sixth sense.” He looked down at me, one of his hands going to the back of my neck and his head lowering itself our lips centimeters away
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“Well do you know what my sense are saying?”
“That you should just let me kiss you.”
“It’s like you read my mind.” I grabbed the front of his shirt. As our lips met, Liam’s hands tightened around my hips pressing my closer to him. My left hand traveled to his chest as I felt him lightly nibble on my bottom lip. I smiled figuring out what he was trying to do.
“Stop playing around.” Liam mumbled in between kisses.
“Have to earn it babe.” My hand slid back down his torso sliding under the fabric of his lacrosse shirt. I pulled away from him kissing his jaw before I felt his hands on my cheek pulling me back to his now red lips. “You should head back.” I said but not actually doing anything to stop the kiss.
“They won’t miss me.” Liam hands grabbed my butt “Plus we still have a little time.” He continued. Before we could actually continue we heard the sound of a throat clearing.
“I wouldn’t say that Dundar.” A senior on the team commented, causing the both of us to separate. A few others behind him laughed as I hid my face in between Liam’s neck, his hands holding me towards him.
“Alright knock it off!” I groaned slightly, knowing that voice anywhere. Coach Finstock made his way to the front of the lacrosse team. “Dunbar! Get your ass out on the field.”
“Yeah Coach.” Liam let go of me and moved to pick up his duffel. As the team made their way to the field to begin conditioning Liam hugged me kissing my cheek. “I’ll make it up to you later.”
A loud screech was heard “Dunbar!” Coach blew his whistle “On the field! Now!” Finstock then turned his attention towards me.
“Hi coach.” I smiled shyly and running towards my bicycle. Behind me I could hear hoots and hollers from the lacrosse team. Nodding, I walked past Scott and Kira, holding onto the handles of the bike carrying it with me onto the concrete, thankful I was no longer in hearing range of the teasing I’m sure my boyfriend now had to endure.
